Page 31 of Rust the Rejected
“Oh, no you won’t! I want to explore all this beauty has to offer. Tonight, you can ravish me. Maybe on that sunbed on the top deck…”
She winks and sashays into the closet. I watch her hips sway and groan as I stride to the en suite bathroom. I’ll never get enough of my fated mate.
When I reemerge, she’s adjusting the skimpy triangular top of a white string bikini. The piece doesn’t even cover the fleshy sides of her lush tits and her ass! What the hell was Sage thinking? I growl and stalk forward.
Natalie jumps, and her tits almost pop out.
“What?” She asks, then rolls her eyes as I tug at the top, trying to stretch it across her tits. She swats my hands away and growls. “Cut it out, Rust! It’s a bikini, for goodness sake.”
Despite wolf shifters being accustomed to seeing one another naked whenever we shift, I can’t help the possessiveness that clouds my mind. She huffs and scoots past me for the door. I grumble as her ass bounces. Fuck! My fated mate is going to kill me.
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Natalie
“Race ya around the boat!”
I laugh as I zoom on my jet ski past Rust, who’s wiping his aviator sunglasses on his board shorts. And boy, does he wear them well. Thick, muscular thighs flex beneath the fabric. His ample package rests between them. Even flaccid, he’s magnificent. My mouth waters as I smack my lips. Ummm…
I snap out of my reverie and fishtail the jet ski to splash water all over him. Get him as wet as me. He yells. I hear the revving of his engine and shoot ahead. He gives chase as we fly across the sparkling turquoise surface of the Gulf of Mexico.
We spent the last twelve days cruising along the Florida Keys from Big Pine Key and around Key West. What started as a week-long excursion turns into two. With so much to explore, Rust extended our trip. And I’m beyond excited!
I’ve never had so much fun, and he treats me like his queen—so attentive in every way. The doubts I had on mating based on the horrible experiences I witnessed fade every day. Rust is nothing like the male wolf shifters of my former pack. He brings me joy and gladdens my heart.
At night, I pretend to sleep so he’ll drift off and I can watch him while he’s at his most vulnerable. His handsome face relaxes, and he appears boyish. Sometimes, a smile plays at the corners of his full lips. But if I move, his eyebrows knit as he reaches for me with a growl. Even in sleep, he wants to keep hold of me.
If it were two months ago, it would piss me off a male wanted to keep me under his thumb. At least that’s how my mind would interpret it then. Now, not so much. It’s his way of making sure I’m safe and, of course, close to ravage. Again, something I no longer mind. In fact, I can’t wait for him to unleash that anaconda in me. The absolute carnal bliss he bestows on me is beyond mind-blowing. I couldn’t deny him, even if I wanted to. I’m addicted to Rust.
So much so, I wonder what it would be like for him to claim me in the age-old manner of our kind. The thought makes my heart soar. I’d given up on having a mate. My expectation was to follow my career path and keep to myself. Now, I see the benefits of having more, of having a mate and a pack.
Rust says he’ll introduce me to everyone once we return. I’m nervous as all hell. But he assures me they’ll accept me and reminded me of Jagger and Sage’s welcoming words. I so hope they’re true. If the wayMoonbeam’s crew treats me, it is. The males are friendly but keep their distance since Rust growls whenever they come anywhere near me. The she-wolves go out of their way to make me feel comfortable. I appreciate them all.
As I zoom past the megayacht, the crew cheers with wolf whistles and claps. With Rust gaining on me, I loop around the massive boat. A glance over my shoulder reveals he’s right behind me. He whoops and grins as the engine of his jet ski revs. Waves rock mine as he zips past me with a triumphant howl. I growl and pick up speed.
I catch up to him seconds before we reach the megayacht’s stern. I throw my head back and howl. He joins in, and the crew’s voices rise with ours. My heart lifts with as our glorious melody rises on the wind.
We turn the jet skis over to the deckhands and dive into the crystal-clear water.
It slides over my skin like a warm caress. I luxuriate in the sensations as I channel my inner mermaid. My arms stretch with hands together while my legs press as one to mimic a fish's tail. I flick my feet to propel forward.
Colorful fish swimming amongst the coral below catch my eye. They dart in and around the yellow-green mounds with star shapes on it. During a snorkeling lesson, the deckhand explained it’s lobed star coral native to southern Florida and the Caribbean. I give them one last look before I shoot for the surface.
“Gotcha!”
I gasp for air as firm hands grip my waist and propel me from the water. I fly backwards—arms and legs flailing—to drop into the water with a giant splash. Not quite the Little Mermaid…
“Why you!” I splutter as I resurface and swim towards Rust.
He laughs and swims in the opposite direction. His powerful arms and long legs slice through the water with ease. He stops a distance away and spins to face me. He smirks as he dips his head backwards into the water and smooths his shoulder-length hair with his hands. The dark ginger color gleams in the sunlight.
“Come here, Little Girl,” he says in a gruff baritone as he crooks his finger.
My eyes flick to the megayacht. It floats in the distance with no crew visible. Since we’re the only boat around, I needn’t worry about strangers witnessing what I know Rust intends to do to me. However, the idea of someone observing him ravage me clenches my pussy.
As though reading my naughty thoughts, he chuckles devilishly and beckons once more.
Forget the mermaid. I practically run on the water to reach him. My arms go around his neck as he pulls me flush to his body. His mouth descends on mine for a scorching kiss. Tongues twine. Teeth nip. He swallows my mewls as I wrap my legs around his hips.
