9
Alarie
“Get your bathing suit on. We’re going for a ride on my boat,” Luke said. He kissed me lightly on my forehead, just as I had begun to stir that morning.
“But sleep, coffee, otherthings…” I said, taking note of Luke’s hip bones jutting over the top of his mid-thigh length swim trunks and trying to prioritize which of my early morning needs should come first.
I reached out, tracing the line of the muscles on his flat stomach with a finger. Coffee could wait. He gave me an appreciative chuckle as he grabbed my hand, thwarting my progress underneath the band of his shorts.
“Everything’s packed but you. Bathing suit is optional now that I think about it,” he teased, wagging his eyebrows at me. “Just get your cute ass downstairs.”
I smirked at him, stretching and rolling toward the other side of the bed as he left our room. I found Luke down at the dock loading the boat.
“What time did you wake up?” I asked, noting how the boat was ready to go and stocked with what appeared to be a picnic basket and other provisions.
“Early. But I figured you could use the beauty rest after I kept you up all night,” he bragged.
“Don’t be so proud of yourself,” I retorted, making my way onto the boat.
Luke had been relentless last night, like he was trying to use his cock to carve his name into my soul with orgasm after orgasm. When he finally allowed me to rest, I was convinced that I would wake up delightfully sore. But apparently the beauty rest had healed me. Instead of soreness, there was a faint throbbing through my core as I admired Luke without his shirt. Laughing, he grabbed me by my waist, easily lifting me and placing me on the boat.
“I said never mind on the bathing suit,” he said, noting with dismay the minimal white string bikini I wore.
“Luke, I think other people would notice if I was completely naked,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Speaking of other people, where are Rhett and James?” I asked.
“You aren’t the only one who needed to sleep in this morning,” he replied. “They’ll probably be gone for brunch by the time we get back. And, anyway, there will be no other people where we are going,” he said, with a devious smirk on his face.
Intrigued, I slumped onto the bench next to where Luke stood in front of the helm of the boat. We didn’t speak as the wind blew us to a small island within sight of the cottage. I propped my feet up on the console of the helm and lay back, turning my face toward the sun. My hair danced in the light breeze. I let the coverup I wore fall open, exposing me to my midriff. Luke guided the boat until we made a soft landing at the shore.
“We’re here,” Luke said, grabbing my attention.
I opened my eyes. I had almost drifted back to sleep.
“What is this place?” I asked.
“My island,” he answered.
“You really own anisland,” I said in disbelief, remembering how he had mentioned it to me once before.
“Yep. It’s all mine. It’s too small to run a port through, so my father and brother never cared about it,” Luke explained.
He lifted me off the bench, his corded arms under my thighs. He lithely jumped off the boat into the shallow water and carried me to the shore, placing me down ever so gently. He placed a firm hand on my lower back and pressed my body into him as he lowered his mouth to mine. I was bare-footed, which made me significantly shorter than Luke, so I had to crane my neck and stand on my toes to meet his embrace. He kissed me deep and long, and when he finally lifted his mouth from mine and I tried to stand on my own, I swayed, lightheaded. A proud smirk slid across his face.
“I’m just sleepy,” I said, in an attempt to downplay the effect he had on me.
“I think I can help you find your way to a nap,” he said, jumping back up onto the deck of the boat with much more energy than I could muster at the moment.
Luke unloaded the boat while I dug my toes into the sand, enjoying the warm water washing over my feet.
“What’s the plan for today?” I asked.
“You see it,” he said, indicating the pallet he had made in the sand surrounded by baskets full of food and water and wine.
“What about that brunch your mother had planned?” I asked.
“I don’t think we’ll be getting off of this island in time to make it,” he replied, running his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip.
My breath caught in my chest before the tension moved lower in my body, settling into a pulse between my thighs. I knew Luke was trying to make up for the night before, for how his mother acted toward me. The first time I had met Luke’s father at the Spring Ball at the High Court, I had felt like I’d undergone, but passed, some kind of test. When I met Luke’s mother, Courtney, last night, I knew that I’d undergone some kind of test and had, without a doubt, failed.
It was clear to me that no matter my accomplishments, my pedigree would never match that of anyone Courtney Bellamy deemed worthy of her son. I may have won over his father, but it was evident to me that I could not accomplish any such feat with Luke’s mother.
Turning to Luke, I began, “Luke, you don’t have to—”
“Don’t take it personally, Al,” he said, heading me off. “No one except perhaps the Queen of Valencia herself would be good enough for my mother.”
“I’m not trying to—”
I was going to say I wasn’t trying to lock him down. I wasn’t trying to even compete with Karina Dempsey or anyone of her caliber. I knew my family didn’t have connections with ports pivotal to the war effort, like House Dempsey, to offer Luke’s family. I knew that I didn’t have a title or wealth to my name or anything that would ever make me a worthy partner for Luke.
But Luke pressed his lips to mine, shutting me up, pressing so hard that I felt my teeth against the inside of my lips before I gave in to his need and opened my mouth to him, allowing his tongue to slide into my mouth and then sweep along my teeth.
I forgot what we were talking about. He pulled the tie behind my back, relieving me of my bikini top and throwing it to my left. Then Luke sank to his knees in front of me. He looked up at me, his big hands grasping my hips. I pounced on him, pushing him to his back in the sand. The palms of his hands landed in the sand, bracing for our impact.
I lined myself up with the hardness poking through his shorts as his gritty hands came up to my breasts. I placed my hands over his, enticing him to squeeze my breasts harder as I rode the length of him through our minimal clothing. I threw my head back, but one of his hands made its way to my throat, lightly grasping it to draw my attention back to him.
We were both thinking the same thing. The sand was going to be a problem. I rose from him, topless, and turned toward the water, untying the bottoms of my bathing suit as I did so. Luke followed me, kicking off his bottoms and catching up with me as the water began to lap against the top of my thighs.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he questioned.
“Wherever I so damn please,” I quipped.
He wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me into the line of his body. I wrapped my legs around his torso as he sank into the water.
“Go ahead. Try to tell me this isn’t exactly where you want to be,” he teased.
He guided my middle toward him until he found me slick and ready for him. The tip of him rubbed against me before I angled my hips and tried to drive myself down onto him. His hands on my hips stifled my efforts.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, chuckling at my visible frustration.
He lowered me down onto him slowly, inch by inch. When at last I was seated against him, I arched my back. He took the opportunity to pull my hair back and bite at my neck. The waves crashed against us, causing us to buoy slightly, but his grip on my thighs left no chance that I would drift even an inch from him.
I closed my eyes as he moved inside of me. I could feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. I allowed the feel of Luke and the sound of the waves to consume me as the throbbing inside of me climbed. He crashed into me over and over again as the waves crashed against our intertwined bodies. I wanted Luke to feel, to taste, the exact moment I lost myself in him. I licked his pouty lower lip, and he opened his mouth to me.
I felt the crest of my very first wave of pleasure begin to overtake me. His tongue swept my mouth as the wave of my orgasm pounded through me. I didn’t know how it was possible, but each time was better than the last with Luke. As my all-consuming pleasure coursed through me, I could no longer tell where my body ended and his began. I was more than complete when I was with him. I became one with Luke.
“Open your eyes, Al,” he said softly, allowing me to pull my mouth away.
I languidly opened my eyes.
“Luke!” I exclaimed.
I didn’t have words for what I saw. Luke was glowing. Not in the usual way where his smile and dazzling eyes made it seem as though a glow hung about him. He was actually glowing. A golden aurora emanated from his skin, making him even more beautiful than I thought possible.
He gave me a big smile that made his eyes dance with joy, and then he grasped me by the back of my neck, pulling my lips to his once more. The unfamiliar feel of the full force of his magic washed over me as he moved in and out of me with the rhythm of the waves. It was like we were in a little dome in the middle of the ocean. It felt as though everything was toned down but focused. I could still feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, but the heat of the day was kept at bay. I could still feel the waves lapping around us, but the movement of the water was gentle and rolling. The noises around us quieted until the ocean sounds of waves crashing and birds cawing were distant and the sounds of Luke’s breathing and the slapping of our bodies together in the water were sharp.
A tingling sensation began to overtake my body. The sensation began beneath my skin, overtaking my body in the same way that an involuntary shiver consumes a body as the cold settles in. Except I wasn’t cold, and instead of a shiver, it was the precipice of pleasure that overtook my body. The orgasm dragged on. I clung to Luke as the anticipatory tingling immediately returned and concentrated where Luke thrusted, causing me to break over him once more. The sensation returned again and as he threatened to consume me for a fourth time in a row, I begged for a reprieve.
“Luke!” I gasped. My eyes fluttered open, and I tried to gather myself, to find my way back to reality.
But then Luke thrust into me once more, impaling me on his hard length, and I collapsed into the endless abyss again. I threw my head back as he lost himself deep inside of me. In my half-dazed state, I realized that I was glowing, too, now. We were an impossibly bright ball of light in the middle of the clear blue water. People must be able to see us from miles away.
Our bodies connected, he rested his forehead against mine, and the sound of the waves and the seagulls nearby bled back into existence. I could still feel the light of his magic kissing my skin, but fortunately, he’d decided to give me a break from the life-altering cascade of orgasms his magic could induce. I had so many questions. But I felt unbelievably sated and…sleepy.
Luke carried me to the beach without saying a word and delicately positioned me on the blanket. I was barely awake when he lay on his back and pulled me into him, offering his arm as a pillow.
I woke up what felt like several hours later.
“Oh, damn. Am I burned?” I asked Luke, turning into his body.
I could tell from his breathing that he was already awake.
“Don’t worry. I put a shield over us before you napped,” he said.
That reminded me of what happened right before I was fucked into a mid-morning coma.
“Did the rest of your powers come back? Wait, what are your other powers?” I asked.
Normally, it was rude to ask another fae about their powers in the days of the dying magic. But Luke and I were past any such concerns. I was brimming with questions.
“Let’s pack up and head back for the cottage, and I’ll answer your questions,” he promised.