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She groans with a smile, putting her hand over mine. “Now I'm hungry. Once I even think ‘baby’ my wolf wants steak."

"So let's feed our baby," I lean over to quickly capture her lips, slowly and thoroughly before I pick her up, place her back on the lounger, and stand up. I frown at the forgotten cold steak on the platter next to her chair and I look around in search of a server.

“I'm going to get you something to eat and then we'll go home,” I say with a reassuring smile. Aneira's eyes almost narrow at the suggestion, but she slowly nods her head in agreement. I can see her urge to fight simply for the sake of her independent streak but I can see her wolf riding her hard. When pregnant, wolves can get overwhelmed by unfamiliar scents, sights, and sounds. The charm may have helped her cope, but she needed to be home, craved the familiarity of her surroundings and the ability to protect her territory. Aneira couldn’t fight her instincts. No matter how much she rebelled in the human state, deep down inside, she was still very much a wolf.

As I turn to try to find her food, I hear someone shouting her alias, a tray full of steak, grapes, and cheese in his hands.

He approached us and sets it on the lounger next to Aneira, and looks at me curiously. “Gertrude, I finished exploring the reef. Same as the last place, reefy.” He chuckles and passes her the tray. “Hello, I’m Wilder,” he reaches out to shake my hand. I grab his in mine firmly, and my wolf breathes in his scent and, sensing nothing but sincerity, gives me a slight internal nod and backs down slightly despite being annoyed that someone was around his pregnant mate, taking care of her the way we should have been.

“I’m Casimir.” Even though my wolf is happy, my voice still rumbles out with a growl.

He doesn’t even flinch. Instead a smile almost splits his face in two, “The Casimir? Well, it is certainly a pleasure to meet you. Gertrude and I bonded over pining for our significant others. But how in the world did you get here?” He looks around with a furrowed brow. A hot zing of pride settles in my chest, knowing that Aneira had been talking about me and pining, as Wilder said.

Aneira scowls, her mouth full of steak. Swallowing, she looks up briefly from her plate, “plane, chartered boat, swimming.” We both look at her as she goes back to eating. I admit, she is quite terrifying when hungry. Reminder to self, have steaks in the freezer.

“You chartered a plane and boat?” He groans, “I have no idea why I didn’t think of that.” He slumps down on the lounger next to Aneira, angling his body away from her while she eats. Humans may not always know about us, but they still sense something is different. In this case, his instincts are telling him to back away from the hungry pregnant she-wolf.

I look at him curiously, but before I can ask, he explains, “I left behind someone too. I even left my business to my brothers to handle, which I never do, to try to clear my head on this cruise. I know everything about corporate stocks and architecture but love? No idea. But after just one talk with Gertrude, I called Kalissa and caved in. I am tired of living the same day over and over again, you know?” he sighs, his face fixed on the horizon and arms now crossed. I can tell from his steely expression that he wasn't used to talking about himself, yet something about Aneira's presence seemed to help him relax enough to open up. It was almost as if this trip had cast a spell on both of them, allowing Wilder to finally let his guard down and share his thoughts and Aneira to process whatever burdened her. Sometimes you just needed an almost deserted island and a listening ear or two, I suppose. Whatever it is, I am grateful.

“Well, we are going to head back when Ane…Gertrude finishes up her meal. You can come with us if you want to grab your stuff from the ship. We don’t mind.”

Aneira grunts in agreement, reaching for the water on her tray and washing down her finished meal.

“That is a great idea, Cas.” Her face lights up, and I grin in response to her joy, lightening every bit of darkness I felt these past few weeks.

Wilder nods, a determined look on his face, and stands up from the lounger, “absolutely. If you give me your suite key, I will square things away from the reception desk and grab your bags for you too.”

"The boat is on the other side of the island. You can't miss it. If you tell the front desk that you're with Calder and Calian's group, you should have no problem, and they should give you a lift, too.” I say. I wasn't sure, but it seemed like a safe bet. I also wanted some time with Aneira before we set sail.

We had some...remembering...to do.

ChapterEighteen

Aneira

Casimir tugs me into his arms, my legs wrapped firmly around his waist, and, nuzzles my neck while he strides at an unnatural speed toward the other side of the island.

"Remember when I said that if you ever wanted to run, there was only one place you should be running to?"

I moan softly as he licks his way up my neck to tug at my earlobe, "yes."

He hums, “That means, Little Wolf, that you're due for a punishment.”

One hand falls hard to my ass, and I let out a gasp as heat floods my core.

He growls as his lips capture mine. I lose sense of time as I'm lost in the sensation of his lips as they move over mine, and his tongue teases mine. Suddenly I'm being laid down on a bed as Casimir undoes the ties of my suit, his hands roaming all over my body as his lips stay on mine, capturing my moans.

The heel of his hand presses against my core briefly, and the heat that builds is almost overwhelming. He pulls away with a dark chuckle, "Oh no, this is for me. I'm going to use your body, as I see fit, as my personal pleasure toy. You'll get release when I am good and ready to give it to you and not a moment before," He bites down on my bottom lip and kisses me savagely while his heavy hands cup my breasts, teasing my nipples roughly until they are hard and sensitive. I break the kiss, gasping for air, as my back arches. He takes the opportunity to trail hot kisses down my neck, his hands still exploring hungrily but avoiding my aching center.

Unable to stop myself, I reach down and stroke his hard cock through his swim trunks, feeling it twitch under my touch. He groans, the sound sending shivers down my spine. I want him, need him inside me.

He pulls my hand away, "On your knees, Aneira. You want my cock; it’s going to go into your mouth like I promised it would be."

He turns me onto my knees, and my mouth salivates as he drops his trunks, and I waste no time running my tongue from the underside of his cock to the swollen head, stretching my mouth as much as I can to take him into my mouth. He wraps his hand into my hair and lets out a hiss as I suck.

"Fuck yes," he grunts. His familiar scent envelops me, and I can feel myself getting wetter as I bob my head as much as I can. He grinds his hips, making my mouth water as I gag on his length, and my eyes roll back in pleasure as I savor the taste of the salty pre-cum that drips into my mouth.

I swallow as best as I can as he tosses his head back, the cords of his neck showing the strain as his hips move restlessly.

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