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Chapter 991: Chapter 48 : Wave on Wave

*Lucas*

The sound of waves crashing against the shore gradually woke me up. Dawn's early light was creeping over my naked body.

And not just mine–Sasha's pale skin was almost luminescent as she lay on my chest, my shirt draped over her to keep out the cold. Sometime during the hours, and hours, and hours we'd spent making love, I'd had the good sense to tuck it around her.

I should have been satisfied, sated beyond anything I'd ever felt before, but I still wanted her desperately… my love, my mate.

When I traced my fingertips down her spine, however, Sasha sleepily swatted my hand away. “You keep that c**k to yourself. Goddess, I may never walk again," she groaned.

“Aw, Sasha baby, are you sore?" I asked, going from horny to concerned in less than a second.

“Yes," Sasha said, pushing her hands on my chest to try to get up, but her legs were too wobbly.

I chuckled, and Sasha gave me a look that should have killed me. “This is your fault," she sniffed.

“It is." I leaned up and gave her a quick kiss before standing with her in my arms.

Sasha squealed as I swept her up, then sighed and looped her arms around my neck. “If you want to be as aggressive as you were last night, you're going to be carrying me around all the time."

“Mm." I kissed her again, slow and sensual. “But, wasn't it worth it?"

Sasha's whole body turned pink with a blush, and I grinned. “Fine, okay," she said. “Maybe just every once in a while."

“Like when we find out we're mates," I suggested.

“Yes, that is a very special occasion. But I mean what I said. I would have chosen you anyway," Sasha replied.

I smiled. “That makes it even more of a special occasion."

Sasha looked down at the ground and sighed. “Luna Alison is going to kill you."

I followed her gaze and saw the very shredded dress laying there on the sand like some kind of sea ghost. “Probably. If she does, know I love you."

Sasha placed her hand against my cheek. “I love you, too."

After encouraging Sasha to pull my shirt more tightly around her to cover her more completely, we strode back up to the packhouse.

Luna Alison met us at the door and arched an eyebrow imperiously at me. “The dress?"

“Er…" I swallowed. “I think it might be salvageable?"

“Liar." Luna Alison heaved a deep breath. “Well, I'll send you the bill for it, then. It was such a lovely

dress."

“Sorry," Sasha said meekly.

“I know you are. He's not," Luna Alison snorted.

“Yeah… well… better get us back up to our bedroom before we wake the whole household." I coughed.

Joy came down the stairs with George in tow. “Now you're worried about waking the household?" George chuckled.

“George. Let them be," Joy murmured.

“What?" Sasha asked.

Joy winced. “Open windows."

Sasha's jaw dropped. “Oh no."

“Oh yes," George replied. “Though perhaps I should say ohhhhhh, yesss...."

Joy thumped him in the chest with the back of her hand. “Sorry, Sasha. I just didn't think it'd be a good idea to go down to the beach and let you know we could hear you...."

“Oh, sweet mercies of the White Queen," Sasha moaned, burying her face in my shoulder.

George gave me a thumbs-up behind Joy's back.

I bit back a grin. “I'll get us upstairs. Don't worry, love."

“We're never coming out again," Sasha groaned.

“You'd better. Oliver's here with his Luna. He's waiting for you in Robbie's study," Luna Alison said.

“Best we go get cleaned up and dressed then," I replied, more serious now that the outside world and our “mission" was encroaching. I began carrying Sasha up the stairs.

“No shower s*x. He's already been waiting an hour," George called after us.

Sasha groaned again in embarrassment.

An hour and one quickie in the shower later, Sasha and I scuttled into Robbie's office. Sasha looked both very sexed up and very mortified as we stood against the back wall, pretending we'd always been there.

Robbie, Oliver, and Elaine, his Luna, all turned and looked at us.

“About time… and don't you look like a very happy man," my brother said, looking me up and down.

I slid my arm around Sasha's waist and held her to my side. “I am a very happy man."

“Haven't marked your mate yet?" Oliver observed.

“He wants flowers and a string quartet," Sasha mumbled, her cheeks flaming.

“Well, then it's going to be a while. Apparently whatever's going on here is pretty serious. Mother said Sasha is to be protected at all costs," Oliver relaid.

I hugged Sasha more tightly to my side. “That goes without saying. I'm not losing sight of her for a second."

“You just solidified the mate bond. I'd be very much surprised if we see you outside your cabin the entire journey," Oliver snorted.

“Does everyone know we had s*x on the beach?!" Sasha complained.

“Probably," Robbie, Oliver, and I said together.

“Cabin?" I asked while Sasha hid her face on my shoulder.

“Yes. We're taking my ship to the Winter Forest. Get packed. We're leaving as soon as possible," Oliver commanded.

“No quickie before coming down," Elaine said, shaking a finger.

“Sure thing," I responded, ushering Sasha back out of the room.

Two quickies and a small amount of packing later–I really had been hard on Sasha's wardrobe–Sasha and I descended the stairs, me holding our bags slung over one shoulder, and holding her hand with my free one.

Oliver raised an eyebrow at us. I tried to keep my game face, but Sasha was almost purple with embarrassment, so we were well and truly found out.

“Mhm," Elaine murmured.

“In our defense…" I began.

Sasha shook her head emphatically at me.

I shrugged, then held up two fingers when she wasn't looking.

Oliver chuckled and gave me a thumbs-up.

“What?" Sasha asked, twirling to look at me.

Elaine came over and patted her on the shoulder. “It's a guy thing. Don't worry about it."

Sasha eyed me suspiciously, but luckily for me, Brady and Phoebe came downstairs at that moment.

I patted Sasha on the top of her head. “It's okay. We can talk about something else. Right now, let's get on the ship."

Sasha sighed and nodded, and then we stepped outside the pack house together.

As we made our way back down to the docks, Sasha kept looking behind us, a regretful look on her face.

“I wish we could stay here forever," she finally whispered.

“How about we stop here on our way back? They're a growing city. They might need engineers," I suggested.

Sasha looked up at me and squeezed my hand. “Honestly, I'd give it serious consideration. If this quest ever ends."

“I'm telling you, if there's a third orb, you and me, we're done with this s**t," I growled, ushering her up the gangplank onto Oliver's ship, the Zephyr.

“Yeah," Sasha said absently. “You might be right about that."

I went and stashed our things in the cabin Elaine indicated, then walked back onto the deck, where Sasha was leaning against the rail.

She seemed so fragile, slim body rocking with the waves, long, black hair running riot in the breeze. I wondered how the Moon Goddess, in her infinite wisdom, had chosen Sasha. I wished she hadn't. I wished we could have a normal courtship, and deal with normal problems, such as what to do about her schooling and technically sleeping with, and later being mated to, a Royal Engineer of some note.

Okay, maybe not a lot of note these days, but Sasha's confidence in me really boosted my own. If someone as gifted as she was regarded me as talented as well, it was sweet balm for my wounded ego.

I approached her from behind and wrapped my arms around her, anchoring us both to the rail with my

hands as she turned around and laid her head against my chest.

“This is serious, isn't it? Your mother thinks I'm in trouble," Sasha said quietly.

I kissed the top of her head. “My mother thinks we're in trouble. You're not going anywhere without me."

Sasha snuggled into me, wrapping her arms around my waist. We hadn't yet left the tropics, yet it felt like there was a chill in the air.

“I love you, Sasha baby," I whispered into her hair, feeling the mate bond growing stronger by the second. I knew the stronger the bond got, the harder it would be not to mark her. But I really did want to give her flowers and violins.

“I love you, too, Lucas," Sasha said, her words muffled by my shirt.

We just stood there on the deck, taking a quiet moment for ourselves. Goddess only knew when things were going to go spectacularly to hell again.

Because I had a terrible feeling they would.

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*Sasha*

The wind settled down and the waves gently lapped against the hull of the ship as the sun set, making our little world darker and darker. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I think we'd better turn in," Lucas murmured in my ear, kissing my neck.

I knew exactly where “turning in" was going to lead, and my whole body heated up at the knowledge.

“Lucas," I whispered, lifting my lips to his. “Be gentle. I'm sore."

“I will, Sasha baby. I'll be gentle." Lucas took his hands off the railing so he could take one of mine, then led us back toward our cabin.

As the door shut behind us and Lucas pushed his hands up under my shirt, I clung to him and let him play with my body with absolute trust.

He cupped my breasts and looked deep into my eyes, then captured my lips in a searing kiss while thumbing my n*****s through my bra.

“Don't you dare ruin that bra, Lucas Black. It's my favorite, and one of the only ones I have left," I warned him, though at the same time I was sliding my hand into his pants.

“Mhm," Lucas agreed absently. He nibbled along my neck, and I knew he was going to make the mark he usually did. I was forever going to have a hickey on my neck; I just knew it.

I rubbed his hard d**k as he swelled in his pants. “Be nice to my clothes, Lucas, I mean it."

“Then you'd better take them off quick," Lucas hissed, pressing against my hand.

“Won't you be cold?" I teased, lowering his zipper.

“Not for long," Lucas growled.

I smiled and quickly stripped out of my clothes, just barely going fast enough for Lucas, who tried making a grab for my panties while I took off my bra.

“Naughty," I said, swatting his hand away. “And be nice to the panties–I only have so many pairs left!"

“Obviously they haven't met me yet, then," Lucas grinned, his erection standing out proudly in front of him.

I did a little shimmy as I pulled my panties down and off, and the hunger in Lucas's eyes was worth every bit of effort.

“Time's up," Lucas croaked and tackled me to the bed.

I laughed, then moaned as Lucas took my n****e in his mouth, nudging my legs apart. The touch of his fingers between my legs sparked fire all through me, and I rubbed against him with need.

“Do you want something?" Lucas inquired innocently.

“Lucas… please!" I gasped.

Lucas withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the head of his large c**k. We both groaned as he pushed into me.

“Wrap your legs--yeah, just like that, Sasha baby," Lucas grunted, yanking my hips to his so he was as deep as he could go.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and whimpered while he began thrusting, giving me exactly what I needed.

Lucas captured both my hands and held them above my head, threading our fingers together. His fiery eyes watched my breasts bob and sway as he rocked us both with his powerful movements.

When I came, he came with me, both of us crying out each other's names. Then, without removing his thick d**k, Lucas rolled us onto our sides, his arms going around me to hold me tight.

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