Her throat ripples as she swallows, and then sage is overpowering the salt of the ocean. My dick jumps.
“I liked that you were so quick to stake your claim,” I admit, my eyes locked on her lips now.
“Really?”
Instead of answering her, I pull her to me and kiss her, letting my hand move to palm the nape of her neck. Her hair twists around my fingers as I try to savor the first trace of her taste. God, she tastes so damn good, like something sweet and yet savory with the bitterness of the coffee still lingering on her lips. I revel in everything about her.
There’s a moment of hesitation, of her not responding, and nerves twist my stomach, but before I can pull away and apologize, her palm is cupping my cheek. The clean feel of hersage scent wraps around us again, and I groan. The sound must give her courage—or maybe she was already going to move—because she straddles my legs in a fluid movement that sends a bolt of heat straight down my spine and to my dick. It presses against my jeans, and I roll my hips in an attempt to alleviate the ache.
For a breathless few minutes, time ceases to exist, and I drown in the feel and taste of her, the Alpha the Council’s given me a chance to know and, hopefully, build a life with. Her nails prick the skin of my neck as she moans, pressing her hips down into mine, the soft warmth of her making my already aching dick jump. My hands run up her thighs, under her skirt. She moans again, and I swallow the sound.
I need to hear her make that sound again, need her to cut me with her nails and mark me with her lips andbite?—
With a desperate gasp, I pull away from her. All at once, the sounds of the street around us slam back into my awareness. Waves crash along the shoreline below. Birds perched on the ledge call out. Someone’s heels click on the concrete sidewalk behind the bench. A kid’s laughter rings through the air.
Charlotte’s flushed, her chest heaving with her panting breaths. She’s even more beautiful like this. It makes me want to see her first thing in the morning, her hair a mess and the sheets tangled around her legs.
It takes me two tries to say anything.
“What else would you like to see today?”
She purses her lips, and her eyebrows furrow. I trace the small line that forms between them. With a smirk, she twists her head, moving fast enough to catch my thumb between her teeth and biting softly. Her tongue runs along it, the movement so similar to other activities it has my body tightening again.
“Charlotte,” I whisper, practically begging. “We’re in public.”
The reminder doesn’t deter her, and she moves her tongue over my thumb, her sage scent intensifying around us again.
I groan, the sound mournful to my own ears. “There’s probably cameras out here,” I admit. The hat does only so much to hide my face. “Unless you want some shitty keyboard gossiper to call you something rude in a post tomorrow, you should probably stop.”
With a sigh, she lets my thumb drop. She leans back, resting her weight on my thighs and palming my chest. She traces the collar of my shirt absentmindedly.
“Do you think there’s room on one of the whale tours this afternoon?” she asks after a minute. “It’s probably too late to find one for this morning, and Megan and Marcus aren’t with us.”
I ease my phone from my pocket.
Instead of pulling up whatever tourist sensation she’s thinking of, though, I text Papa.
Is Bill using the yacht today?
It only takes a few seconds for him to text back. God, all three of my dads are probably itching with impatience, wanting to know how this morning is going. I roll my hips to try and adjust my half-hard dick. Not that I’m going to tell them, but it’s going way better than I’d expected.
No. He says the staff are available though. You want to use it for your pack?
If that’s ok with him. Charlotte wants to try and see whales. Maybe dinner or a late lunch, too?
Should be fine. Any food needs?
Nope
Give me five to confirm details.
I lean forward and kiss Charlotte again, forcing it sweet and soft to avoid temptation while we’re still out where anyone can see.
“No luck?” she asks when I pull away.
“If I kissed you twice, would you think I’d found something? Or do you assume any affection is me trying to let you down gently?” I ask with a raised eyebrow, casually trailing my hand down her calf.
Her cheeks flush. “Fair point.”
