“How long will it take us to get there?”
“In my father’s helicopter? Not long.”
“He has a fucking helicopter?”
“Two,” Isla said. “One of them he shares with Uncle Kade.”
“Jesus,” I hissed.
“We could always drive,” she said. “It’ll take about four hours to get there.”
“Fuck, no,” I argued, kissing her again. “I want you bound immediately.”
“Helo it is.” She chuckled. “How long will it take you to pack a bag?”
I waggled my eyebrows at her. “We don’t need clothes, baby.”
She tugged on my beard. “I’ll tell Dad we’re ready to go, then?”
“Yeah, baby. Now.”
She nodded and grabbed her phone.
* * *
Isla
Arric took my hand, leading me into the lift and kissing me gently as the doors closed. We were staying two days at the Balmoral in Edinburgh before our handfasting ceremony. After the party, we were heading out on a cruise for a week. Our world had been filled with so much chaos, I couldn’t wait for us to be all alone for longer than a few hours.
The lift arrived at our floor and we made our way to our room, my heart racing the closer we got to our portal of love.
“Ready?” Arric asked, handing me his room key before lifting me.
I grinned. “So ready.” I unlocked the door, and Arric carried me over the threshold, letting the door close behind us.
I let out a gasp. “Wow.”
My parents had booked us the Scone and Crombie suite and it was stunning.
“Jesus,” Arric breathed out, setting me on my feet as we took in the room. Delicate blues and grays were the colors of choice, along with paisley bedding, and opulent drapes and tapestries. If I could design the perfect bedroom, this would be it.
I’m gonna keep that in mind.
I chuckled. “For when we find our dream home?”
“Yeah. If this is what you want, this is what you’ll get.”
I slid my hands up his chest, cupping his neck. “Anywhere you are will be perfect.”
I was suddenly overcome with love and I let out a quiet breath.
“Need to make you mine, baby,” he said, and I nodded.
“First, I have something for you,” I said, pulling away just long enough to grab my purse.
“I have something for you too,” he admitted, sliding his hand into his pocket.
“You do?” I asked as I pulled out the small box I’d painstakingly wrapped.
He pulled out a tiny velvet box and held it in his palm. We swapped gifts and I nodded to mine. “Open mine first.”
He grinned, tearing at the paper and prying off the lid of the cardboard box. Inside was an ounce of pure gold in the shape of a stone. “No way.”
“Do you get it?”
“Well, I get that you’re expecting sexual favors from me,” he said. “I’m not a sexual object for you to exploit, Isla.”
I laughed and he grinned, leaning down to kiss me. “I love it. Now, open yours.”
I lifted the lid of the box and gasped. Inside was a pendant, the white gold chain holding a diamond-encrusted penguin. “Arric,” I breathed out. “It’s beautiful.”
“I wanted you to know that even if we hadn’t been mated, you would always be my penguin.”
Tears slipped down my cheeks and I tugged it gently from the satin. “Help me?”
He nodded, sliding it around my neck and securing it as I held my hair back. I slid my hands to his face. “I love you.”
“Love you too, baby.”
Our souls were burning to be one, and I stroked his cheek. “Do you know what to do?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Are you concerned I’ll fuck it up?”
I ran my thumb over his lower lip. “Never.”
He sucked my thumb into his mouth and nipped it gently. “Ég gef þér allt sem ég er, allt sem ég vil vera og allt sem ég get verið.”
“Ég gef þér allt sem ég er, allt sem ég vil vera og allt sem ég get verið,” I repeated, my heart racing.
Arric kissed me, then continued, “Ég er þinn að eilífu. Ég er þinn að eilífu. Eining okkar mun aldrei bresta.”
I smiled. “Ég er þinn að eilífu. Ég er þinn að eilífu. Eining okkar mun aldrei bresta.”
“Ást mín er alger.”
“Ást mín er alger,” I whispered.
He stroked my face. “Together.”
In unison, we spoke, “Ég gef þér allt sem ég er, allt sem ég vil vera og allt sem ég get verið. Ég er þinn að eilífu. Ég er þinn að eilífu. Eining okkar mun aldrei bresta. Ást mín er alger”
I bit my lip as we spoke the last words and dropped my head to Arric’s chest. I give you everything I am, all I want to be and all I can be. I’m yours forever. Our bond will never be broken. My love is absolute.
His lips covered mine and he picked me up, carrying me to the bed. After quickly divesting me of my clothing, he removed his, then kissed me again.
“I’m gonna go slow.”
“You don’t need to go slow, love.”
His eyes burned with desire. “Thank god.”
I laughed as he picked me up and gently dropped me onto the mattress. Settling a knee on the bed between my legs, he leaned over me and smiled. “I never thought I’d ever feel like this.”
I cupped his cheek. “Same, love.”
His hand slipped between my legs and he pressed his palm against my clit as his fingers dipped inside of me. As he worked my pussy, he drew a nipple into his mouth releasing it and blowing gently before doing the same to the other, and I mewed as I arched into his hand.
You are so fuckin’ beautiful.
His fingers slid in deeper as he buried his face in my neck, kissing my pulse, then he moved his hand away and hovered over me. “Touch me, baby.”
I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his cock and swallowing. “You’re… ah… quite big, love.”
He kissed me. “You freaked?”
“Not in the slightest. I trust you.”
Leaning on one arm, he gripped my wrist gently as I held him. “You show me how deep.”
I bit my lip and nodded as I guided him to my entrance.
He pressed against me, his breathing shallow as he tried to control his desire. I released him, gripping his arms, and arching slightly. “All the way, love.”
“Jesus, you sure?”
Get the worst part over, Arric. Quickly.
Before I’d whispered the last word in his head, he thrust into me, tearing my virginity away, kissing me so he could take the breath of my painful cry into his mouth.
He paused, kissing me deeper as he slid his hand between us to finger my clit.
“Arric—”
“Hush, baby. Let your body adjust.”
I let out a frustrated growl. “I’m not in pain, honey. I need you to fuck me.”
He grinned, leaning down to kiss me again as he buried himself to the hilt. Linking my fingers with his, he dragged my arms above my head, holding them hostage with one hand while his other rolled my nipple into a tight bud.
He moved slowly at first, but as he quickened his pace, I was suddenly in his head and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out at the beauty I felt.
It was almost as though I was having an out of body experience. I could feel his emotion.
No, I could see it.
Touch it.
I had never known love like this. It was all-powerful, all-encompassing and I thought my heart might explode from it.
Arric.
I feel it too, baby. Jesus, I love you.
I smiled against his lips. I love you, too.
I tried to pull my hands out of his, but he held firm, burying himself deep again. Over and over, faster and faster.
Oh, god.
Don’t come yet, baby, he ordered, dropping his forehead to mine. Breathe.
I kissed him, drawing
in his very breath as he thrust deep, finally releasing my hands when I could no longer hold back my climax. I screamed out his name as my walls contracted around him and he thrust once more before coming inside of me, kissing me again as he rolled us onto our sides. We were facing each other, still connected and he ran his finger down my cheek as we worked to catch our breath.
“Is that what you feel?” he asked. “About me?”
I smiled. “I was going to ask you the same thing. I think we connected on a whole new level.”
“Ya think?”
I chuckled. “Mum tried to give me the sex talk when I was about nine, but this wasn’t part of it. The side mates feel when they’re bonding.”
“Maybe it’s different for everyone so she couldn’t know how we’d be together.”
“I think we’re just unique.”
He chuckled. “No doubt.” He kissed me gently. “Are you sore?”
I shook my head. “I feel amazing.”
“If that changes, you tell me.”
“I will, love.” I grinned. “I understand the tub in here is big enough for two.”
“What are we waiting for?” he challenged, sliding gently out of me, then pulling me off the bed.
We headed into the bathroom, continuing our bonding in the giant tub.
Isla
ONE WEEK LATER, we walked into our stateroom, and Arric stalled, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “Wasn’t expecting this.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “You told me at one point you were a fisherman.”
He chuckled. “Ain’t never been on a boat that looked like this, baby.”
I turned to face him, looping my arms around his neck. “Welcome to the good life.”
“This is the last thing your parents are paying for, right?”
“Yes, love. We’re on our own from this point on… well, until my trust fund matures.”
“Jesus. I’m not takin’ your money.”
“Are we or are we not bound?”
“Yeah, baby, we’re bound.”
“Then, it’s not my money, is it?” I challenged. “It’s ours.”
“I’ll sign a pre-nup, or a post-nup, whatever fuck nup needs to be signed to protect it.”
“You’re thinking like a human, honey,” I said with a laugh. “There is no need for a nup. We’re never breaking up.”
“At the risk of sounding like a sexist asshole, I need you to know I can provide for you.”
“I do know that, sweetheart.” I stroked his cheek. “There was never a doubt. But it’s good to know I’m here for backup if we need it.”
He grinned and the tension left his body. “You’re really good at placating me.”
“I know. It’s my superpower.”
He slid his hands under my shirt. “You wanna see my superpower?”
I licked my lips. “Yes, yes I do.”
Pulling my shirt off over my head, he tugged the straps of my bra down my arms, freeing my breasts but making it difficult for me to lift my arms. Arric leaned down, drawing a nipple into his mouth as he pushed my skirt from my hips.
I’d dressed comfortably in a maxi skirt, V-neck T-shirt, and a blingy pair of slip-on sandals. I felt cute, but I also knew I was dressed in the most optimally easy-access clothing I owned.
The fabric of my skirt fell in a pool to the floor, and Arric knelt in front of me, helping me remove my sandals before pressing his face to the apex of my thighs. I was wearing a barely-there G-string and he tore it easily from my body. “No more panties.”
“Ever?” I challenged.
He looked up at me. “We’ll start with our honeymoon and branch out from there.”
I grinned, sliding my hands into his hair. “Okay.”
His face pressed back against my mound and his tongue lapped at my clit. “Spread, Isla.”
I spread and was rewarded with his fingers inside of me while he sucked at my clit. I removed my arms from the prison of my bra, unsnapping it and letting it drop to the floor so I’d have full range of motion, but before I could move, Arric stood, lifting me, and dropping me onto the bed.
He quickly divested himself of his clothing, then he was inside of me, and I could barely breathe with the ecstasy. I gripped his shoulders as an orgasm washed over me and I cried out his name.
He kissed me, swallowing my cry as he buried himself deeper and deeper, building yet another climax in me.
Before I could completely lose myself, however, he rolled us so that I was straddling him, keeping our connection. “Ride me, Isla.”
I leaned down, running my tongue over his pulse before I sat up, settling my hands on his thighs, and lifting my hips slowly.
“Fuck,” Arric hissed out, his palms cupping my breasts as I rocked gently. He rolled my nipples between his fingers and I ground my hips down hard before he flipped me onto my back and slammed into me. Over and over again until my walls contracted around him, and his dick pulsed inside of me. He kissed me gently, smiling down at me. “I’m gonna fuck you on that deck before this week is over.”
I grinned, licking my lips as I worked to catch my breath. “I can’t wait.”
Sliding out of me slowly, he pulled me off the bed. “We should probably figure out where the bathroom is, huh?”
I laughed. “Yeah, that would be good. Of course, we could have waited until our bags were delivered before you began ripping my clothing to shreds.”
He snagged my panties off the floor and threw them in the rubbish. “Like I said. You won’t be needing those.”
Once he was done making a three-point basket, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me again before carrying me into the shower. We cleaned up, donning robes just as our luggage arrived, then we went about the domestic chore of unpacking.
We’d be docking in Portland, England in the morning, but we’d decided we wouldn’t be getting off the boat. I’d tried to talk Arric into being a tourist, but he said all he wanted to do was explore my body, so tomorrow, we’d be staying in bed.
“We have to do that emergency thing,” I reminded him as we dressed again.
I pulled my skirt back on, sans undies, and grabbed a clean T-shirt out of my bag. The rest, I set in the drawers before Arric stowed our bags in the closet.
“Yeah, we’ll do that, then eat. Sound good?”
“Definitely. I do want to try one of those specialty cruise drinks first, though. Do you think we have time to grab one before they blow the horn?”
Arric chuckled. “Let’s head to the bar now and make it happen.”
We grabbed our room keys and made our way up to the lido deck, which was the closest bar open.
* * *
A week later…
“Isla!” Arric bellowed.
I grinned. You’re going to yell the house down if you keep going.
Where are you?
Find me.
“Seriously?” he growled.
You’re getting closer, I teased.
“How close?”
Close enough to hear that.
We were currently staying in the little cottage at the edge of my parents’ property until we could figure out exactly where we wanted to live. It gave us some privacy, while still giving us the freedom to find our forever home.
I heard the door of our bedroom close and decided to meet him halfway. Stepping out of the bathroom, I heard him growl low in his throat and I met his eyes with a grin. “Hi.”
“Jesus,” he hissed, sliding a hand to my neck, and tugging me gently forward.
“Do you like it?”
I glanced down my body, my nipples hard under the lace of my new baby doll lingerie. It was periwinkle blue and had matching crotchless panties that were barely there to begin with.
“Fuck me, woman, I’m already hard. I fuckin’ love it.” He slid a finger under the spaghetti strap and guided it off my shoulder. “When did you get this?”
“Saturday.”
“You bought this while you were wit
h your mother?”
I chuckled. “No, love. Cat and I separated from our mothers for an hour so Payton could buy Cat her birthday gift without us. She insisted I buy this. I wasn’t sure it would fit.”
“Well, it does.”
I smiled up at him. “Yes.”
“But it’s not gonna be on you for long.”
“I figured. Just don’t tear it when you take it off me.”
He’d destroyed three of my favorite gifts that made up my wedding trousseau and this was bought in an attempt to replenish my stash.
“I’m gonna need you to get those panties off, then.”
“Not going to do that,” I said, my hand sliding under his long-sleeved T-shirt.
“And why not.”
“Because I don’t need to.” I tugged on his jeans, the button releasing, then I slid the zipper down and slipped my hand under the waistband of his boxer briefs. “They’re crotchless.”
His quiet hiss gave me the reaction I wanted, and I licked my lips as he pushed his jeans down his hips and his cock sprang free.
I started to kneel, but Arric stopped me, guiding me to the edge of the mattress. “My turn tonight.”
“What? Why? I never get to taste,” I complained.
“Bullshit.” He cupped my breasts, his thumbs whispering over my nipples before he tugged the top down, freeing my breasts completely. Leaning down he ran his tongue over one nipple, then the other, before cupping my face and kissing me. “You are perfection.”
I slid my hands up his chest. “You are too.”
“On your back, Isla, knees up.”
My heart raced as I assumed the position.
“Spread,” he ordered as he settled himself between my legs and I opened my knees, baring everything to him.
“Jesus,” he breathed out, lowering his mouth to my folds, and running his tongue between them. I slid my fingers into his hair and arched into his mouth, sliding a leg over his shoulder.
He hooked his hand behind my knee and pushed me wider, sucking my clit as I dug my heel into his shoulder blade.
“I need you, love.”
“You need to practice patience,” he retorted, his tongue darting inside of me.
I moaned, arching into him again, and he raised his head just enough to narrow his eyes at me.
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