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“Harder,” I demand, and he growls, his body pinning me to the bed. The mattress creaks under us as he drives into me, his cock pounding my pussy with deep thrusts that have me so close to another climax I’m arching my back to take him deeper.
“Eli—fuck, I’m close,” I gasp, my nails raking down his back, my legs wrapping tighter around his waist.
He groans, his thrusts becoming erratic, his cock swelling inside me.
“Come for me,” he growls, his voice rough, his teeth grazing my neck, and that is all it takes. My orgasm rips through me, my pussy clenching around him as he buries himself deep, his cock pulsing, filling me with hot, thick spurts.
He collapses over me, but keeps his arms holding up most of his body to keep from crushing me. My skin is slick with sweat, my body humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. His arms wrap around me, his heart pounds against mine.
Lazily, I draw circles on his shoulder, my mind drifting. “So… five stars?”
He laughs, low and wrecked. “You’re impossible.”
“Yeah.” I kiss his collarbone, and he shivers. “You like that.”
“Yes, I do.” He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest, his stubble scratching my skin as he kisses my mouth, my forehead, my cheeks.
Eli pulls me against him, turning us onto our sides, still facing each other. His body relaxes as he holds me.
First Cassian, and now Eli.
A smile tugs at my mouth. Never thought I’d be part of a pack. Never thought I’d fall for a Beta—much less a couple of Alphas. Yet here I am, wanting this.Them.
It should scare the hell out of me, but it doesn’t. It feels right. Like I belong here, tangled up with them.
Or maybe that’s just the afterglow talking—euphoria and way too many orgasms in twenty-four hours.
CHAPTER 24
CASSIAN
Captain Hook’s Revenge Mini Golf looks like hell threw up a carnival—fiberglass skulls, fake cannons, a waterfall wheezing like a smoker. Perfect.
“Classy,” I mutter, shutting the car door. “Exactly how I pictured a pirate’s retirement home.”
Jess lets out a belly-deep laugh, and it punches straight through me. She’s in cutoff shorts and a knot-tied tee that saysSeas the Day.
Rowan eyes the animatronic parrot by the ticket booth. “That thing looks like it’s part zombie.”
“Yeah, genius, that’s the point. Pirates don’t do spa days.”
Eli’s already at the counter, talking the kid into giving us four putters and the neon balls nobody wants. Of course, he picks the pink one and acts like it’s a strategy.
I grab the orange ball, twirl the club like a baton. “All right, crew. Let’s plunder some fake turf.”
Jess arches a brow. “Crew?”
“You’re the captain. I’m muscle. He’s brains.” I jerk my chin toward Rowan. “And Eli’s the guy who eats all the rations.”
“Good to know the hierarchy and that you’re not sexist against a woman pirate captain.”
I bow my head, and her grin is worth the trip to this little place. Couldn’t surf today, the beach is closed because of strong riptides.
Wind catches her hair, tangles it across her mouth. I look too long, long enough to feel the pull in my gut. Then I clear my throat and move first, stepping up to the first tee. Safer this way, or I’d want to throw her over my shoulder and find the nearest hotel.
Kids two holes over are screaming over by the kraken loop.
I line up, swing, and miss by half an inch. Whatever. I toe the ball forward when nobody’s looking.
