Chapter 340 The First Move

Sebastian’s POV

I kissed a trail down her throat, easing her back off me long enough to shove her dress up to her waist. When I caught sight of the sheer red lace, my eyes lit up.

“Red’s your color, sweetheart.” I peeled the lace down, brought it to my nose, and breathed in deep, like it was the finest flower on earth. “God, you smell incredible.”

I flung the lace aside, gripped her hips, and lifted her, lowering her slowly onto my cock, which had already gone rock-hard again.

“Feel every inch of me. All of it’s yours, Emilia. You’re the only one who can wake me up like this.”

I pressed my mouth to her ear, murmuring how good she felt wrapped around me, how wet and hot her cunt was, how she was soaking me. When I bottomed out inside her, our eyes locked and a jolt of electricity tore straight through my body.

Her walls clenched tight around my shaft, greedy, dragging me deeper.

“Fuck, Emilia, you insatiable little thing. Your pussy’s milking my cock. Best thing I’ve ever felt.”

A groan of pure pleasure ripped out of me.

Emilia looked downright smug about it. She started rolling her hips, grinding down on a man who’d surrendered completely to her.

She rode me, wave after wave of pleasure driving me half out of my mind. I picked up the pace, both of us spilling loud, ragged moans into the room.

Emilia tugged the straps of her dress off her shoulders, baring her breasts, and I latched on to one, sucking, grazing my teeth over the nipple, licking, while my fingers pinched and rolled the other, trading back and forth between them.

I flipped her beneath me and took the rhythm back, driving into her, drowning in the heat of it. I could feel the orgasm barreling toward me. Pure, blinding bliss.

“Emilia, keep clenching like that and I won’t last, love.”

“I don’t want you to last. I want you to come inside me.”

I slammed into her harder, deeper, and the second I hit the edge I buried myself to the root and let go, spilling hot inside her. Emilia’s arms locked around me, holding on tight.

She collapsed against my chest. I dragged my fingertips up and down the length of her spine in slow, lazy circles until both our breaths steadied out.

After a while, I tipped her chin up and kissed her soft on the mouth.

“You are absolutely shameless.” Emilia flashed me a sly little grin.

“Absolutely,” I said. “And I’ve got a few more rounds in me, if you’re up for it.”

She shoved at my chest. “No time, big guy.”

There was nothing for it. I sighed, scooped her up, carried her off to clean her, and then helped her back into her clothes.

By the time we stepped out of the room, Emilia checked the time and blinked. “An hour and a half. Are you serious?”

I dipped my head to her ear. “If you weren’t so stubborn, we could’ve made it a good deal longer, love.”

She elbowed me off. “Careful. We just made up, but I’m still furious with you.”

I pinched her waist. “You put your clothes back on and turn into a whole different woman.”

Emilia shot me a glare, then swept off toward the deck to rejoin the others.

Fynn and the rest lined the railing, watching the shore crawl closer. Fynn caught sight of us and grinned.

“You two were locked away in there a while. What exactly were you up to?”

Emilia’s ears went pink. I didn’t twitch. “Apologizing.”

“On your knees?” Fynn pressed.

“On my knees.”

“And? Has the lady of the house pardoned you?”

Every eye slid toward Emilia. She cleared her throat. “I’ve forgiven him for now. No sense poisoning the rest of the trip.”

She flicked a pointed look at Willow. Something sly and scornful crossed the woman’s face, there and gone.

The ship kissed the dock, and we spilled off onto the beach. The water around Haven’s Reach ran a deeper, cleaner blue, and the white sand gave under our feet like packed cotton. It was, I had to admit, close to paradise.

Everyone peeled off toward the water except Emilia, who kept clear of anything deeper than her ankles. The rest of us changed and waded in. I struck out for open water, cutting long strokes past the crowd, and was almost breathing easy when I realized someone had trailed me the whole way.

Willow.

“So, Alpha Sebastian?” She tossed the wet hair off her shoulder. “Not bad for a girl, am I right?”

I gave her a measured smile. “You swim well. Color me impressed.”

“Impressed?” She tilted her head, all wide eyes.

“Impressed. It’s not every day a woman’s this beautiful and this good in the water.”

Out there we were two heads among a thousand tourists, so no one paid us any mind. Willow turned to paddle back, then slapped both palms against the water, her face twisting.

“Cramp—my leg—”

Her body folded and pitched sideways.

I lunged and caught her arm. She took the excuse and collapsed into me, pressing every inch of herself against my chest. I gripped her shoulders and shoved her back to arm’s length.

“You all right?”

“If you hadn’t grabbed me,” she gasped, gazing up like I’d hauled her back from the dead, “I’d have drowned right here.”

“It’s nothing. Keeping you safe is the least I can do.”

I glanced toward the beach. Emilia hadn’t seen a thing. The breath eased out of me. If she’d caught that little performance, I’d never hear the end of it.

“My leg’s still no good,” Willow said, clinging. “I can’t make it back on my own.”

I knew exactly where this was headed. If I towed her in myself, she’d read it as an invitation, and Emilia’s whole scheme would slot into place. But watching my mate simmer with jealousy wasn’t a price I felt like paying.

“You look almost tempted to leave her out here,” Ryder rumbled.

“Don’t tempt me.”

I fired off a mind-link to Fynn. “Willow’s cramped up. Come collect your girlfriend.”

Fynn cut through the water in seconds and looped an arm around her.

Just before he towed her off, Willow’s foot drifted under the surface and pressed, slow and deliberate, right against my groin. Whether she meant it, no one could ever prove.

I sucked in a breath through my teeth. I’ll give the devil her due. This woman was a shameless little vixen through and through.