She was so excited as she walked down the sand-covered, primitive steps, holding onto the thick rope railing. “Which one?” She spun around for an answer, happy to see him smiling as widely as she was.
“The one nearest the ocean. It’s called Bungalow Dolphin.”
Pulling her hair up into a messy bun, she headed for it, her flip-flops flapping against her heels. “Look at the water, Eli! It’s turquoise and so clear. Look, you can see the coral reefs out there! How far is that?”
He gauged it and offered a guess. “Fifty feet, maybe fifty-five. We’ll swim out later.”
She stopped walking and covered her face, trying not to cry. The knowledge that it had taken her quitting to come to a place like this, that she hadn’t made the time before when it was always here, hit her hard.
“You okay?” He set the suitcases down and took her into his arms.
She couldn’t speak, trying so hard not to lose it.
“Tell me you’re not crying because you hate it,” he teased, trying to get her to smile.
The idea was so ridiculous her near breakdown turned to laughter and she burrowed into his chest. “It’s perfect. I love it. Thank you.” She looked up and closed her eyes for a kiss, which he gladly gave her. They kissed deeply, the sun on their faces.
When they separated, he grabbed the suitcases and motioned for the bungalow. “They said the key is under the mat.”
“No one’s here to let us in?” she asked, though it wasn’t that surprising. They were way out from any other properties, residential or otherwise.
He gestured to the main house with his chin, a two-story brown building that had tables on a balcony meant for guest dining. “I told them we’d be fine. Just describe where to go, and we’d find the way.”
Rose headed for the door and bent to lift the mat, the key there as promised. She held it up and wiggled it like here goes nothing! She was nervous suddenly knowing they were going to be alone here for a whole week. Unlocking the door, she entered the sweetest cottage with a sloped wood ceiling that looked like the inside naked frame of a tugboat turned upside down. She kicked off her shoes to feel the blue tile under her feet and her eyes fell to the single, king-sized bed. Her heart started beating faster and she spun around to find a balcony that faced the ocean with two chairs just waiting to be sat in.
Eli set their bags down and looked around. “Just like in the photos,” he said to himself, pleased. “Don’t be nervous.”
She glanced to him quickly, “How do you…Oh yeah. Can you really hear my heartbeat?” He nodded, his eyes smiling as he locked the door. “That’s so neat.”
He chuckled and crossed to her, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder like a caveman would. He tossed her onto the bed and she bounced on it, her body heating up with anticipation. He tore off the light t-shirt and glanced around the room. “I’m not used to this kind of dry heat.” He was glistening with sweat and smelled fucking delicious.
Rose went to pull off her sundress, eager to get naked, but stopped at his warning glance. “Oh, I forgot.”
He held up a finger. “Don’t let it happen again.” He chuckled and kicked off his blue Converse, bending for the socks as he muttered, “This is the last time I’ll wear socks until we leave.”
“Are you uncomfortable?” she asked, worried.
He made a face. “I love being naked. Are you kidding? It’s how I prefer to be.” And with that, off went the jeans and Rose felt herself clench with an ache to feel him inside her for the very first time. He walked toward her with nothing on but a sexy smirk, his dimple pressed into the stubble on his cheek. Her skin caught fire as his eyes raked a searing glance over her body. “You want to keep that?”
“My dress?” She glanced down to it. “Yes?” She wasn’t sure.
He laughed at the hesitancy. “You like it when I tear your clothes off?”
Feeling herself start to throb, she nodded and swallowed, eyes falling to his engorged cock. He caught her look and palmed himself, then standing at the edge of the bed, grabbed one of her legs and pulled her to him. Within two seconds, her dress was off and his eyebrows shot up. “No underwear?”
She shrugged and grinned at him flirtatiously. “I knew it would be hot.”
“It’s fucking hot alright,” he said, thickly, running rough hands all over her body.
She chuckled, “No I mean hot hot.”
He met her eyes and climbed on top of her until she had lowered herself, lying beneath him with her hair fanned out on the red comforter.
“I know what you mean.” Electricity shot down her legs as his fingers discovered her pussy. “You’re wet for me already.” A different kind of smile lit up his face and he leaned down to whisper in her ear, giving her soft lobe a tender lick. “I can smell when you want me, by the way.”
“You can?” she asked, surprised.
“Mmmhmm,” he murmured into her neck nuzzling her as his fingers worked into her folds. They were swollen with need and the instant she felt him, her legs opened on their own. She wanted him as close as a person can get to another person. Or in this case…to a beast she was just beginning to understand.
“Tell me everything you can do,” she moaned as he stroked her.
He nibbled on her neck then bit down on it. She felt instinctively that he was marking her and she knew it was his wolf, that she was now his, just like he’d said. He gnawed on her flesh, not breaking the skin, the massage of his teeth hypnotizing her powerless. When he finished he took her lips and there was nothing gentle about the kiss. Roughly they delved in to explore each other and mold each other’s mouths like clay. She cried out as her body began to shake. The surge of feelings for him and the skill of his fingers brought her to climax much quicker than she knew was going to happen. He cupped her and watched her face eagerly as she closed her eyes, and arched her neck and back, the sensations so strong.
“I can move very fast,” he breathed into her skin as he chewed his way down her chest.
“No, keep doing what you’re doing.”
He paused, then chuckled. “No, I’m telling you what I can do. My abilities. I’m not moving fast with sex.”
“Oh,” she laughed and lifted her head to watch him working his way from one of her sensitive nipples to the other, treating each like they were precious. “What else?”
He kneeled in front of her open legs and stared at her wet pussy, and bent to give it a kiss, holding himself up with one hand on the bed, the other opening her wider. His shoulders when he was hunched over like that were so hot she couldn’t stop staring at them. The muscles on the arm that held him up were flexed with each move he made. “I’m strong. And I can see in the dark.”
“That’s so cool,” she whispered watching him rise up and lift up his manhood, the width gorgeous.
He slid the crimson tip up and down her slippery folds and closed his eyes on a low groan. “I want to rip you apart.”
She reached over and touched him. He moaned and pushed just the tip closer to her throbbing opening. She wanted him so badly and was a little scared of his size. “Go slow,” she whispered.
He nodded and met her eyes. “I promise you I will.” She saw them glow again and smiled knowing he wouldn’t run this time if she told him. But she didn’t want him self-conscious. She wanted him just. like. this.
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
His eyebrows lifted and his eyes glowed hotter changing from amber to pale honey. His lips parted and she could see his teeth were a little different. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. Her heartbeat slammed in her chest and he looked toward the sound and touched her between her breasts, pressing his hand into her skin. “I won’t hurt you. You’re safe with me.”
“Eli, that’s why I’m excited!” she breathed.
He stopped stroking himself and leaned down to kiss her, and this kiss was tender and loving. She wrapped her fingers around his head and held him to her, gently kissing him back. Her
heart slowed down, a calming knowledge taking over her that this was right. That they were supposed to be together. He gasped as he pulled back, searching her eyes. She wanted to ask him if he’d felt what she just had, but she decided not to. It was enough for her to know. “I need you inside of me now.”
He nodded and licked his lips, giving her one more kiss before he rose up and positioned himself. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her closer to his cock, and his eyes stayed on her pussy. Watching him look at her like that was such an amazing feeling. He pressed into her an inch deep and groaned. “You’re so tight.” She moaned as her body relaxed, wanting him. He pressed in an inch deeper and glanced up to check in with her. She nodded and he pressed in more, his girth spreading her walls. He thrust in a little more, this time like his body couldn’t go slow anymore. She watched him fight himself.
“Just do it!”
He shook his head. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he rasped, staring at where their bodies were joining.
He pressed in again but the pleasure overcame him and he thrust in to the hilt with an unleashed plunge. She moaned and her back arched. There was a little bit of pain but only a little, and it only made the sensation heighten. His eyes flew open. “Shit! Are you okay?”
“Very okay,” she smiled and he relaxed. His muscular hips took over and he filled her again and again. The sounds he made were incredible and pushed her higher into ecstasy. He collapsed on top of her, and his mouth caught hers. They moved together, their bodies taking over, the symmetry blending until the room disappeared. It was only Eli and Rose and nothing else mattered. He gasped and released her lips, craning his neck as he tried to stay his orgasm. She watched his face, thinking she’d never seen anyone more handsome. The way his body felt on top of her, the sheer skin-to-skin weight and how much he filled her so completely, moving faster when she wanted him to and slowing down when her moans dictated. They came together, embracing, their bodies covered in a slick, hot sweat. He showered her with kisses and just like on the street, repeated her name over and over like he couldn’t believe she was real.
Chapter Twenty-Five
In the morning, Eli threw Rose into the pale turquoise ocean as far as his strength could. She screamed as she flew through air, landing an impressive distance away. Bursting up from the clear salt water, she threw back her wet hair and called back. “That’s the best you’ve got?”
He faked anger and came running into the water to get her, his movements slowed by the awkward sand and waves. This was the first time he’d been to a beach, and it was something else. He was eager to describe it to the guys. It was a little hot for him with his warm blood, but the ocean was the salve his wolf had been craving. He dove in the rest of the way and swam to her. This was nothing, he was a strong swimmer from his years by a river that had a hell of a strong current. The salt in the water here hurt his eyes, so he had to find Rose by sound. She made it easy as she splashed, trying to get away from him. He used the vibrations of her veins sending sound currents and the splashing to lead him straight to her. He grabbed her legs and pulled her under, hearing her scream before she submerged. They were both laughing their heads off when they came up for air and she threw her arms and legs around him, the sun shining on her. Her eyes matched the water and his smile went intimate as he stared at her, transfixed. “You’re beautiful.”
Her smile changed and she kissed him. “Thank you, Eli.”
“Too bad I have to drown you,” he breathed into her neck then grabbing her waist to throw her as far as he could. Because he had to pull her out of the water first, the distance wasn’t as far as last time, but she still screamed the whole way.
She plunged into the ocean then reappeared and yelled at him, “You bastard! You tricked me!” She took off swimming.
He called over with a grin, “I really do think you’re beautiful,” his hand cupping his mouth for comedic effect. When she didn’t come back, he suddenly thought of sharks and dove underwater like a flash. Within seconds thanks to his speed, she was in his arms again. She fought him, but not that hard. He held her fists and looked around the water.
“What’s wrong,” she asked, getting quiet and looking around, too, to see what he saw.
He shrugged and laughed it off. “All of a sudden I had this image of sharks eating you and me not there to stop them.” Blinking away the droplets of ocean water that slid down onto his lashes, he frowned.
She ran her finger down the crease, like he’d done to her. “The only wild creature who’s going to eat me is you.” She reached into his shorts and pulled out his cock. “What’s this? Look what I found!”
Frown vanishing, Eli chuckled, “I think you should keep exploring it to find out.”
“Is that an order?” Her eyes went smoky.
“What do you think?” he said, simply. With mischief in her eyes, she stroked him and reached down lower to take his sack in her hand, fondling it and running her fingers around where it met his body. He groaned with pleasure as she wrapped her small hand around the base of his cock and slid it all the way up, hesitating at the top to play with the tip and make him moan. With her thumb she rubbed it, then stroked his length again. He moved her bikini bottoms to the side and took control of his cock back, pushing the blunt tip against her opening. Her lips were parted and her hair was drenched, the hot sun already having dried her face. They stared at each other as he penetrated her, taking her legs and wrapping them around him as he stood on the sandy floor and slid into her. She glanced to the beach but he reassured her, “No one’s there. I can hear when someone comes.”
“Oh,” she smiled, her breath hitching. She licked her lips and allowed him to manipulate her body, raising her up and down on his cock. Their breathing synchronized and they kissed as he got harder and she more open to him. Sliding slowly in and out, he filled her as far as he could go, loving how tight she was and all the great sounds she made when he stretched her. She wanted more and he had a lifetime of it to give to her. When their orgasms came, hers brought his on and he rocked in her, squeezing her tight and biting her shoulder. She bit him back and he groaned at the welcome sensation.
“There’s the tigress again,” he smirked, holding her to him even as he softened inside her body.
“Rawr,” she growled like a human would, and he laughed. “Eli?”
“Yeah?” he kissed his way up her neck.
She didn’t answer, so he met her eyes and cocked an eyebrow. She looked like she was going to say something and it wasn’t, “I’m hungry.”
He searched her, and let it go. “Let’s get some breakfast.”
In Bungalow Dolphin, he changed into dry clothes and she caught him watching her slide into a sundress. . He guessed from her laugh that his look must have shown what he was thinking. “Oh no, you don’t. I want to get some food.”
He ignored that and took her against the wall anyway, reminding her that he called the shots, and enjoying every moan and whimper she made as she trembled once again in his arms.
Over the next three days they went diving and explored the destination’s promised shipwreck, which was very cool, and something neither of them had ever seen. They swam with tortoises and all kinds of beautiful saltwater fish they didn’t know the names of. When she suggested looking them up, he took the phone from her and laid it down telling her it was more interesting to keep it a mystery. She’d smiled at him and he couldn’t help but think the true mystery was how good he felt when he was with her. He’d never been away from his pack for this long, but he didn’t mind at all. He would never have guessed that.
He decided it was time.
Chapter Twenty-Six
That night they returned home from dining out at a local restaurant that was really just a local’s home redecorated, but the fresh snapper was extraordinary and Eli had two helpings. They’d had some wine, and when she asked if they should get a third glass, he’d shaken his head. He wanted her to remember everything about this night, and he wanted
to make sure she was present for what he was about to show her.
In the room, she walked to the balcony, her salmon-colored skirt hitting her mid-thigh and her white halter top bringing out her new tan. She glanced to him, realizing he was staring. “Have you seen the stars tonight?” she asked.
He nodded. “I have something I want to do.”
She turned and tilted her chin. “What?” Her voice was tender and he hoped that when she saw everything he was, she’d remain as comfortable with him as she had become. They weren’t just lovers, they were friends. He’d thought about it while they were swimming in the warm, clear water that afternoon, that maybe he didn’t miss his packmates because he had found his best friend.
“I want to shift for you, and introduce the other side of myself. If you think you want to.”
Her hand floated to her soft, pink lips and she whispered, “Really, Eli? I was wondering if you would, but I didn’t want to push.”
He chuckled. “Really? I wasn’t sure if you’d thought about it.”
She crossed to him and ran her hands down the length of his arms, her touch gentle and very feminine. “I have. I’d love that. What should I do?”
On a small smile, he motioned for her to stand back. “Maybe sit on the bed?”
“Okay,” she whispered, her heart rate picking up as she slipped off her sandals and climbed onto the king size, holding onto the edge with her feet hanging off. She looked small again. He forgot often how tiny she really was since her personality was so big. And those breasts. Oh man.
Focus, Eli.
He faced her and held up a hand. “It is going to be a little scary at first. I’m nervous myself, so I can only imagine how you feel.”
“I’m excited,” she grinned.
He laughed at that. “Well, let’s wait and see what you think afterward.”
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