Page 29 of Rust the Rejected
CHAPTER11
Rust
“Good morning,sleepyhead. Did you get enough rest?”
I snicker and kiss my fated mate on the crown of her head
She’s adorable, all tousled, barefoot, and dressed in one of my new t-shirts. It reaches the middle of her toned thighs. The much larger size does little to hide the swells of her tits topped with pebbled nipples. As she turns to sit at the kitchen table, I swat her ass and grin as it jiggles. She yelps and covers it with her hands as she scowls at me over her shoulder.
“I would if you didn’t fuck me every five seconds, every single day and night,” she responds with an arched eyebrow.
Yeah. I may not have issued my claiming bite to her. However, I initiated a seclusion where I kept her in bed, fucking her often for the last seven days. My goal? Get her hooked on my fine skills and used to begging me—to let her cum, that is. Soon she’ll beg for me to make her mine completely. And I cook for her, bathe her, and treat her like a queen. I’m pulling out all stops to secure my fated mate.
Even so, she can be a naughty girl. Not that I mind her spunk. Keeps things spicy. I just don’t let her know how much it turns me on.
I cock my eyebrow and let my eyes rove over her body. She begins to flush, but her nipples poke against the soft cotton. The scent of her arousal wafts through the air.
“You do not have that tone of voice when I pound your greedy little pussy, Little Girl. In fact, you barely speak at all. Only moans, whimpers, and howls of carnal pleasure pour from that sassy mouth of yours.”
Crimson floods her cheeks as she lowers her gaze.
“Exactly. Now, let’s have some breakfast. I planned a fun excursion for us.”
She lifts her head. Onyx eyes sparkle in the sunlight from the kitchen windows. She claps her hands and shimmies on the wooden chair.
“Ooh! Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise. So, eat up, and we’ll get going,” I respond with a smirk as I slide an omelet onto her plate. Then chuckle when she digs in with gusto. “Slow down, babe. No need to rush.”
When I turn back to the stove, she slaps my bare ass. I growl.
“Nice apron.”
I glance down at the words written on the front and frown at her.
“It reads,Kiss the Chef, not Slap the Chef.”
She giggles.
“Oops, my bad,Chef. Shall I make it better for you?” Her eyes sparkle with mischief.
Yup, my naughty fated mate. And I’d have her no different.
An hour later, the Uber pulls up to the marina. I take Natalie’s hand and help her from the car. She glances around at the boats along the dock as we walk towards the end.
“We’re getting on a boat?”
“Surprise! We’re spending the week on our pack’s boat.”
Well, technically, it’s Jagger’s megayachtMoonbeam. He designed it with our pack in mind, wanting to provide the members with a luxurious water respite. The 465-foot silver megayacht has five decks tiered from the back with a long front to accommodate a helipad. Twenty cabins sleep up to thirty-six guests. For entertainment, it features a beach club with a garage for water sports toys, fitness center, spa and sauna, swimming pool and hot tub, media room, bowling alley, and a game room. Multiple living spaces include salons, wet bars, dining rooms, library, and an office with a conference room he can conduct business.
I called him to reserve it for my fated mate and me. It’ll give us the perfect way to explore the rest of the Florida Keys. I want her to experience all the pack and her new home has to offer. She wants to get the know me. Well, no better way than aboard the beauty.
Jagger was more than happy to arrange our excursion. So happy with his fated mate, he wants the rest of his best friends to have the same joy. Dylan’s already set. Now, I’m up. Although, Tag has been pretty mysterious lately. But that’s his story to tell.
Natalie and I reach the end of the dock where a crew member waits in a tender to ferry us toMoonbeam. Like the rest of the crew, he’s a member of our pack. He greets us as I help my fated mate onto the craft. We set off, and she looks at me expectantly.
“Um, we’re not staying on this, are we?”
