Ylfa smiles at me. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while, Hunter...”
A smirk crosses my lips. “Well, ask away. You’re my mate, petal. There are no more secrets between us.”
She throws me a suspicious look, then says. “Did you honestly not know who I was before the day of the mating ceremony? I’ve always been curious. You acted like you had only just met me for the first time...”
I think back to that day in question, as it’s one I know well. She had bumped into me in the market, and I seriously don’t recall ever seeing her around the pack.
Maybe I had been so far up my own ass, sleeping with every female in the pack, that I seldom noticed what was happening around me. Or maybe it was something else entirely. Something supernatural.
There must have been a reason why she was invisible to me for so many years. Could it be Luna’s doing?
Regardless, I don’t regret the day I chose to fight for her. She has changed my life in so many ways, and I’m glad that old, ignorant Hunter is gone now.
I was truly blind all those years. Because who in their right mind could fail to notice a gem like Ylfa?
If only I had cared to notice her sooner, but there’s no time for regrets. I can make up for all that lost time now by showing her I care. There was a reason I decided to leave my family and join her on her quest.
She’s my mate, and I couldn’t imagine my life without her.
I can’t even remember the names of half the women I slept with, but hers is now tattooed across my heart.
Without warning, I yank her close and kiss her lips. I’d trade all my riches for a life on the road with her.
We deepen the kiss, and now I drag her up and sit her down onto the ship’s stern, and how dangerous. If we’re not careful, we’ll go tumbling into the waves. One sprays up from the hull, splattering my face, and I’ve never felt more alive.
Ylfa puts all her trust in me, wrapping her arms and legs around my body. I would never let her fall. And if she did tumble backwards, I wouldn’t let go. I would crash down into the sea with her.
My cock is pulsing between my legs, and I think it has to do with the precarious situation we have found ourselves in. I’ve had sex in public before. It’s nothing new to me. But I can sense the excitement thrumming through Ylfa’s veins.
We hardly get any alone time now. So we should make the most of these stolen moments.
There’s no one around. Everyone is below deck as it’s getting rather windy.
I unfasten my pants, pushing aside her panties as I slip inside her, and now we fuck against the stern.
We’re like Jack and Rose from Titanic, yet instead of the arm thing we make love. Petal’s building up to her peak, and I’m right there with her.
Any moment now, we'll go teetering over the edge and crash into the waves. Sea what I did there?
“Are... you... sure... this... this is... safe? What if we fall?”
I chuckle, leaning into her ear as I whisper. “Then we fall together. Where you go, I go, petal.”
She’s about to snort at my response, but then she closes her eyes, tightening around my dick, and now we fall off the edge at last.
My own release follows, and now we lean against each other, catching our breath.
That was... wow.
“Uh hum...”
Startled, we whirl around, and there’s old Ethel wiggling her brows. For the first time in my life, I am utterly embarrassed. I think my butt cheeks even blush, and I know the old mystic lady is enjoying the sight.
I let go of my mate and pull my pants up, and now we act like a pair of naughty school children.
I decide not to say anything. I’ve lost my voice.
Well, what can I say? We got lost in the moment.
Ethel won’t stop grinning at us, and she’s such an minx. I adore the old lady, but I think I’d rather jump over board and drift away with the current than have her watching me during sex. But it’s a little too late for the first option now.
I guess I finally understand what Paddy goes through on a daily basis.
This is torture.