My ass is pressed against the glass of the balcony, the handrail digging into my back. I grip the back of his neck, my fingers grazing the curls on his nape that I love so much.
Elliot kisses me everywhere his mouth can touch, licking and sucking every inch of exposed skin and it’s still not enough.
I guide his head to my chest and he uses his free hand to pull down the stretchy top of the peasant dress, exposing my breasts to the humid tropic air.
The tan lines on my skin are stark, but Elliot doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he’s into it as he leans forward, taking me into his mouth as his hand continues to work me.
Finally I’m being worshiped by the man I’ve wanted for so fucking long.
He curls his long, thick fingers inside me and it sends a reckless shiver through me. I’m fucking close. So fucking close.
“I’m gonna come,” I rasp out, and he groans as he pulls away from my breast so he can watch my face. He’s so handsome. He could have been famous like the rest of his family if he wanted, but he’s always been quieter and more private.
My eyes stay glued to his as my lips part, and I whisper his name with my release. Slick coats his fingers and when he slips them out of me, he holds them up in the air, the sun glistening against my release before he slides them into his mouth.
His eyes shut as he tastes me and he moans in pleasure.
A flush takes over me and all I can think about is how I should have him bond with me right now, make it official so he can’t take any of this shit back.
If you asked me why I did it, I couldn’t give you a sane answer, but I spin on my heel, grab the railing, and present myself to this Alpha.
Fuck, maybe Forrest and Wells were right to be concerned that I was showing signs of going into heat. I don’t care. All I need is for this beautiful Alpha to give me his knot and solidify this feeling between us.
“Claire,” Elliot whispers my name as he grabs my hip.
My tits are out, greeted by the lazy summer breeze and if a boat zooms by in the water, they’re certainly about to get a show, but I don’t care.
Let them see that he’s mine.
“Please,” I beg. I know I said I wouldn’t beg him, but that was about him staying on the ship. I made no promises about begging for knots.
He rests his forehead in between my shoulders, and when the sound of his zipper going down hits my ears, I know I’ve won. Relief and red hot need is sizzling through me as his cock presses at my entrance from behind.
“You’re su?—”
“I need my Alpha,” I blurt out before he can finish.
He won’t deny me.
And he doesn’t. I’m so wet and ready that when he grabs my hip and pushes inside me, there’s no resistance, just absolute clarity and bliss.
I moan into the open air, not giving a single fuck if someone else is on their balcony or watching from the island in the distance.
Let them hear; let them see that he’s mine.
He’s finally fucking mine.
Elliot thrusts behind me, my grip on the railing tight as my breasts bounce and his hips slap against my ass. It’s frenzied, a complete claiming from both of us, and it soothes something deep inside me I didn’t know was fractured.
I nearly feel whole as he grunts behind me.
“Fucking perfect. I knew nothing would ever feel as good. Fuck, baby, this pussy is heaven.”
He’s so right.
All I can do is pant a wanton moan and damn? Did it get hotter out here?
Those thoughts slip away as he presses in harder, his knot slipping inside me and giving me the stretch I was so fucking desperate for.