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The whole town feels it. Lowtide Bluffslistens. Windows open. Doors creak. People step outside, heads tilted like theyhear something they forgot they needed. A lullaby for the whole damn coast.
By the time the final note fades, the ley lines glow steady and warm—no longer fractured, no longer bleeding.
Healed.
And this time, I don’t collapse. I turn to Luna, and Ibreathe.
CHAPTER 27
LUNA
The ocean’s still grumbling when we stumble into the beach house, rain slapping the windows like it’s demanding an encore. Calder kicks the door shut with his heel, seawater dripping from his lashes as he pins me against the wall. His thumb brushes my lower lip, dragging a shiver up my spine.
“Still cold?” he rasps.
I yank his soaked shirt open, buttons pinging against the floorboards. “Freezing. You planning to justlookat me, sailor?”
His laugh is dark honey as he peels my wetsuit down, inch by torturous inch, mouth trailing behind his hands. Everywhere skin meets skin, steam rises. His teeth graze my collarbone when he murmurs, “Patience, scholar. Centuries-old predators like to savor their prey.”
“Savage,” I gasp as he lifts me, my thighs clamping around his hips.
The couch creaks when he drops us onto it. His fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear, pausing. Alwayspausing, like he’s memorizing borders before crossing.
I arch against him. “Calder?—”
“Don’t rush me.” His palm cups my pussy through the fabric, heat radiating even through the cotton. “This isn’t breaking waves.”
I bite his earlobe. “Then quitteasingthe tide.”
When he finally slides two fingers inside, my head thunks back against the cushions. He watches—hungry, focused—as his thumb circles my clit with sailor’s precision. “Christ, you’re slick.”
“You’re overdressed.” I claw at his belt, fumbling until his cock springs free. Thick. Saltwater-damp. Mine.
He hisses when I stroke his cock, his hips jerking. “Fuck, Luna—/truce/.”
“No truces.” I rise to straddle him, letting the tip tease my entrance. “Only surrenders.”
He groans my name as I sink my pussy onto him, slow enough to feel every ridge. Our foreheads press together, breaths syncing. Rain hammers the roof. Calder’s hands grip my waist, stilling me.
“Wait,” he grits out.
“Why?”
His thumb brushes my lower lip again. “Want to see your eyes when I make you come.”
I rock harder. “Better hurry.”
He flips us, pinning me beneath him without breaking contact. Each thrust is methodical, his gaze welded to mine. One hand tangles in my hair. The other finds my clit again.
“That’s it,” he growls when I start shaking. “Let mewatch.”
The climax rips through me like a riptide, ferocious and unavoidable. I'm trembling and boneless, but he's far from done with me.
Calder’s breath hitches when I tighten around him, his pupils swallowing the storm-gray of his irises. He drags out slowly,then slams back in, the force knocking a gasp from my throat. Rain batters the windows like a wild audience.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, calloused thumb swiping across my bottom lip. “Taking me so deep. Like you were made for it.”
I rake my nails down his back, savoring the growl it rips from him. “Maybe you were sculptedfor me. Ocean’s apology gift.”
