Page 61 of Mark & Don't Tell

My eyebrows jump. “What? Gone streaking?”

“Yeah.”

“No. Streaking with boobs this big would be painful,” I say, choosing not to censor my thoughts. This is who I am.

“Mmm. So, you were a good girl?”

“Hardly. But I was too mature to run around naked.”

He presses his hand to his chest. “Shots fired.”

A grin cuts across my face. “Should I call the senior center?”

Eyes flashing, he drops the hand that was on his chest onto my thigh and turns toward me, squeezing my leg. “That mouth might get you in trouble.”

His touch is electric, making my blood thrum through my veins in response. A wave of heat rushes over me, a bloom of musk coating my lavender scent. Kai’s nostrils flare, and his fingers inch up my thigh.

“Needy again?” he purrs into the headset.

I glance at the pilot, but he’s focused on flying the helicopter. If he notices my scent, he gives no indication.

“Daria?” Kai undoes the button of my jeans and slips his hand into my pants, tsking. “Your clit is needy for me.” His voice is rich and husky, even through the headset.

“What about the pilot?”

“He’s being paid more than enough to not care.” Without additional warning, he pushes two fingers into my dripping cunt. “And maybe I’m a little selfish, wanting to hear you moaning my name again.”

My body is so sensitive from the orgasms he already gave me that my next one approaches so fast, it’s almost embarrassing. But as Kai’s thumb circles my clit, I don’t care.

Toes tingling, I gasp and grab his forearm, keeping his hand right where it is and rocking into it, all sense of propriety gone with the promise of euphoria.

“Kai,” I whimper, so close to the edge.

“I’ve got you,” he says, moving his thumb faster and faster and faster until my muscles tighten and stars dance across my vision.

I stifle my moan, panting hard as the orgasm crashes over me. Kai is purring so loudly, I’m surprised the pilot can’t hear, but a quick check assures me the pilot isn’t paying attention.

Like in the car, he fixes my pants for me and sucks his fingers into his mouth, gaze holding mine as he licks them clean. “The sweetest torture,” he murmurs, draping his arm over me again.

“We’re approaching the landing pad.” The pilot’s voice startles me, and I half wonder if he was waiting for us to finish before making the announcement. It’s so loud in here, there’s no way he heard my moans, but there’s a good chance he could smell exactly what Kai was doing to me.

When I shoot a sheepish look at the alpha, he simply smirks and pulls me closer, adjusting himself again. There’s a very large present for me in his lap. Maybe I can unwrap it after dinner.

Maybe you should continue getting to know him first?

Ugh. Who invited the voice of reason? I mean, sure, I could be good and simply let him wine and dine me and give me orgasms, but I’ve also never been afraid to go for what I want.

But what if that’s why all the other packs left you?

Is it weird that I want to punch myself in the face?

The pilot tells us about Cape Charles and the famous lighthouse as he navigates toward a landing pad. I’ve only been out to the islands with Quinn and her family. They usually went to Myrtle Beach. The Cape Charles Lighthouse is near Smith Island Beach, and we land down the coast from the beach. Kai helps me unbuckle, his knuckles brushing over me, almost teasing, and once the pilot gives us the okay, he helps me out of the helicopter. It’s a little chilly on the coast, but not nearly as cold as it was up in the sky.

“Ready to eat?”

I pull my gaze from the ocean and find Kai gesturing to a table sitting on a wide strip of grass that’s just off the beach, far enough away from the shore that we won’t end up with sand all over us. There are silver covers over plates, and two sturdy chairs that hold up to the breeze rolling off the water. A white tablecloth is battened down.

“I hope you like Italian,” Kai says, searching my face for some sort of approval.

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