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.
