Page 12 of Fourth Base with the Alpha

I was right. This is fucking awkward. Especially when I can’t help it if my gaze keeps falling to Isabella’s shapely ass, imagining it dressed in the collection I’m carrying in my arms.

Eventually, the shop assistant comes to a stop at the back of the store where several elegant-looking dressing rooms are divided off from the rest of the shop by heavily draped curtains.

“Let’s try these on.”

“Oh no, really, I’m only window shopping today. Not actually buying.”

“Your boyfriend will want to buy them for you.” The shop assistant gives the omega a little push into the cubicle.

Kim’s words of warning ring out in my head. I have to buy the omega something or that witch will string me up by my balls.

“If you like anything, I’ll get it for you,” I mutter.

“Really?” she asks, her eyes brightening and landing eagerly on the underwear in my clutches. “It wouldn’t be weird?”

The shop assistant eyes us with interest.

“We haven’t been dating that long,” I tell her quickly.

The omega smiles with mischief, landing her knuckles on her hips.

“Nearly two months,” she says.

Oh yeah, the back story.

I simply nod and thrust the underwear in the shop assistant’s direction. She rifles through the pile and picks out the skimpiest looking panties and bra; jet black and made mostly from lace. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears.

“If it’s a new relationship, you should go for these.”

She passes them to Isabella who holds them up between her fingers and thumbs. We all stare at the tiny amount of fabric.

“I’ll give you some privacy,” I tell her, marching away, my pants feeling decidedly tighter in the crotch area.

“Don’t you want to give your approval?” the shop assistant calls.

“No,” I growl.

I try to search for a safe-looking area of the shop where I can lurk in peace. But really there are none. Everywhere I turn is another skimpy outfit, another mannequin dressed in suggestive clothing, another tit.

In the end, I admit defeat and go and inspect the nipple tassles. I’ve always wanted to know how they keep those things in place.

“I’ll buy you some if you like?” I jump and find the little omega waiting behind me. “I think they’d suit you.”

“I’m not sure I’ve got the assets,” I tell her, peering down at my chest.

Her gaze follows mine. “I don’t know.” And maybe I flex my pecs just a little. It’s an instinct thing. She is an omega. And one who smells like dirty vacations.

“Did you pick anything?” I ask her. “Because Kim’s going to be gnawing off my ear if I don’t buy you something.”

“Yep.” She points towards the cash register where a neat paper back tied at the top with a ribbon waits for us. I’m relieved I can’t see what she’s bought. I’m not sure my dick can take the teasing.

I pay with my credit card and get the hell out of the shop before the shop assistant can talk me into nipple clamps.

Back out in the sunshine, the eager fan from earlier is long gone, but there are more people now, several peering my way and whispering.

Isabella takes my hand and we walk on. This time she finds a shop and it’s so busy in there, the shop assistant can’t give us one-on-one attention. Isabella wanders around, her finger hovering over t-shirts and dresses, blouses and skirts. I think she’d look fucking amazing in any of them but she’s not so sure.

“My little sister was always the one who helped me pick my clothes. I don’t know where to start …”