Chapter 19 #3
I nod. That’s all I can manage. He tugs once, and the fabric falls away. I step out of it without taking my eyes off his face. The cool air touches my bare skin.
He stands back and just takes all of me in, head to toe.
I’m completely naked on the deck of his boat in the middle of an impossibly blue ocean, and he’s staring at me, seeming to memorize every inch. “If the world was ending right now, there is nowhere I would rather be than standing in front of you, protecting you.”
My breath catches at his words, and my mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
“I mean it,” he says.
“I know you do. That’s what’s killing me.”
He grins, and the breeze catches his hair, lifting it off his shoulders.
He’s so beautiful in this specific moment that my chest actually hurts from it.
He reaches past me to where a length of soft rope—a thin white one that looks brand new—is coiled on the seat, and lifts one end with a deliberate slowness.
“May I?” he asks.
There’s no hesitation. I offer my wrists.
He wraps the rope around them gently, holding my gaze the whole time, watching, waiting for me to say the word that would stop him.
I don’t because I’m craving for him to do whatever he wants with me. Tie me up, spank me, take me apart, have his way with me. I’m not running from this.
He lifts me off my feet, one arm under my knees, one behind my back, and he sets me down on the passenger seat up by the steering console with my back against the tall backrest. My tied hands are resting on the headrest above me.
He kneels down between my feet, and the change in his eyes when he stares up at me from that position is something I’m going to remember on my deathbed.
“Spread for me,” he commands.
I try. The seat is narrow, and my knees can only open so far, so he scoops his hands under my thighs, tugging my hips forward and hooking my knees over the armrests on either side.
Fully open.
Fully exposed.
And the look he gives me is pure Alpha, a hunger so clear it would be terrifying if it weren’t also so entirely serious in his devotion to me.
“You have no idea,” he says, “how good you smell, how beautiful your little pussy is, just spread and waiting for me.” His fingers trail the inside of my thigh, and I shudder so hard the seat creaks.
“I’m going to put my mouth on you, and I am going to make you scream. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Good girl.” He leans in, and the first touch of his mouth on me is my undoing. Not gentle or careful. The kiss of a man who’s been patient for too long and is done going slow, and I cry out, my head falling back against the rest as he goes wild—mouth, tongue, teeth on something he has been denied.
He’s doing exactly what I have been craving, and I can’t stop moaning, my body writhing. I’m falling apart under him so fast it’s embarrassing, panting for breath, and he shows no intention of stopping. Muscles spasm as pleasure builds up, surging through me.
“North, God,” I moan, and he watches me, his eyes on me while his mouth is full of me, enjoying seeing me falling apart. His earlier words, his teasing, did things to me I hadn’t expected, with a deep, commanding voice that covered me in shivers. And my body became someone else’s, not mine.
I come apart with my thighs clenching around his head and my back arching off the seat. Eyes closed, I ride that wave, loving every damn second of it, screaming my pleasure. But when I start to drift down from it, thinking he’ll ease up—
He doesn’t ease up.
“North, please,” I gasp, laughing half from how ticklish I’m feeling and half from the fact that his stubble is driving me insane. “I can’t—”
“You can.”
“I’m—oh—”
He’s so proud of himself. I see it in his eyes as he sucks on my clit, killing me, pushing me.
He licks and tugs harder, pressing his tongue into me, over and over, his nose on my clit, his hands keeping my legs spread wide.
Trapped, I fall under his mercy until my brain explodes again.
I cry out, shaking violently, a second orgasm tearing out of me so quickly that my body feels lifeless, satisfied.
Only when I’m truly limp against the seat, gasping, does he release me, yet the burning ache remains, close to being unbearable.
His mouth. His chin. His nose. Glistening… And it’s sexy as hell.
He licks his lips and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth. His eyes are almost black.
“You taste like heaven,” he groans, his voice rough. “I could stay down there for the rest of my life and be a happy man.”
“You are insatiable… And I love it.”
“Oh, I can tell, angel.” The corner of his mouth lifts. “Stay right there for me. Don’t move.”
He stands, goes and grabs a bottle of water, and unscrews it before giving me a drink. The coldness is magic against my throat, some of it dribbling down my chin and racing between the valley of my breasts and lower still. I giggle at the coldness.
And he just looks at me, then drinks down the rest of the bottle before setting it aside.
His gaze is on me again, enjoying the sight of me spread and trembling on his boat seat. I should feel shy, but I don’t. In truth, I feel seen, and my body is still running hot and demanding more.
Maybe giving myself to all these men is going to make my heat stronger when it hits. Maybe I should be worried about that… Except, I am too gone to be worried about that.
He crouches in front of the dashboard and opens something I hadn’t noticed, a door set into the console, and I tip my head to see what he’s doing.
The door swings open to reveal steps going down and, beyond them, a room I would never have guessed was under there.
A proper little cabin, low-ceilinged, with what looks like a soft bed taking up the entire floor, cushions piled against the walls, and a blanket so thick it reminds me of a cloud.
“Oh,” I say. “A secret room.”
He turns back with a smile.
“Is this where you take all your victims?” I ask, managing to tease through the fog in my brain.
He chuckles and stands back up. “No one has been in there but me and the guys. Not once. You’re the first person I’ve ever brought onto this boat who’s going into that cabin.” His eyes hold mine. “You’ll be the only one.”
It’s clear he means it, absolutely, completely. I could fall so hard and easily for this man.
He lifts me off the seat like I still weigh nothing and carries me across the short distance, then lowers me down into the cabin.
I crouch as I go in because the ceiling is low, and the floor is entirely bed, soft and enormous.
The space is tight but perfect, warm, with low light, the afternoon sun filtering through small portholes.
Cushions everywhere. The blanket lives up to every promise it made from a distance.
I settle on my back, knees bent, my tied hands resting across my chest, and I watch him in the doorway, dropping his shorts.
And I catch the full sight of him.
Oh my!
I’m staring and can’t stop because every inch of him is spectacular, muscular perfection.
And I swallow hard and try to make my face behave as my attention lowers to that huge cock sticking upright.
Like most Alphas, he has a slight bulge at the base of his cock for his knot, except North’s is bigger than any I’ve seen.
It slightly intrigues and worries me about what it’ll do when it’s inside me.
“You like what you see?” he asks, amused. He descends, joining me.
“You have no idea, but I’m sure you knew that already when you packed a secret sex cabin and invited me into it.” I laugh as he lowers himself to his knees before me.
He leans over me with that toned body, collecting my tied wrists gently, and reaches above my head, where I hear the click of rope being fastened to something metal. When he lets go, my arms are stretched over my head, anchored.
I test the give. A little but not much.
“Is this how you want me?” I ask, trying to sound teasing and arriving at something closer to breathless.
“Absolutely,” he says. “All mine.”
I smirk, saying, “I’m so wet for you, Alpha.” I’ve never in my life said that sentence, and I would feel ridiculous about it if it weren’t so true.
His eyes turn almost savage.
He comes down over me, settling between my spread legs, and his mouth lands on mine, where he kisses me ravenously.
I can taste myself on him, and it should be strange, but it isn’t.
It’s impossibly intimate. So I let him own me with my hands tied and my body open and everything in me saying, Yes, yes, yes.
He kisses me until I’ve lost all sense of time, his weight braced above me on his arms, keeping most of himself off me, controlling the distance between us.
His chest grazes mine, and I arch up to try to get more of it.
But he pulls back just far enough to deny me, and I groan in protest. He laughs, grinning, enjoying himself too damn much.
“Shh.” He kisses me again, slower. “We have all day.”
I almost cry at that and press my lips against him harder instead.
“I want to see your face,” he says, “the first time I take you.” He slides a hand down between us, guiding his hardness, pressing himself into me. There’s no rush, but it’s not gentle either. I feel his shaking, clearly trying to tame himself.
I arch up off the bed. “Let go, North. Take me like a damn animal.”
“Fuck,” he says, low, then fully drives into me to his hilt. I scream out, every inch of me hyperaware of his huge size, of how wide he’s spread me. “Adelaide. You feel—”
I can’t speak either, but I’m panting for breath. I can only nod with my mouth open and my eyes wet and my whole body trembling with how full I am of him.
He begins to move, watching me every second as he draws out and plunges back in deeper, and I love every inch of him. I hold on to the rope for balance as he stretches me open.