Page 33 of Isla

Isla

“Drivethecararound,” Harrison said to the limo driver before he rose the privacy screen. He picked up his mobile, flicked through his contacts, and said, “Hi Harrison Weston here. Can you send cake and champagne to the honeymoon suite, please?”

I smiled at the perks of having Harrison as my husband. Being an employee of the hotel, maybe I could have cake delivered tomorrow too.

“So, Mrs Weston, would you like to see a show?”

“Ms Silvers is happy to do anything.”

He grinned, his hand stroked my leg. “Anything?”

“Well, we are married,” I said, giving him my sexiest smile.

“And we need to consummate it. That’s the rule, isn’t it?” he said and waggled his eyebrows.

“I believe it is,” I said, chewing my lip, wondering how big he was. In his shorts yesterday, he looked liked he packed away a monster and then his knot as well. My thumb swiped away the saliva from my lip.

His mouth turned up as he continued to watch me. His stare put me in a fluster as I wondered what he was thinking. Probably wondering if I was going to get all clingy, try to get more from this. It was as though he was trying to unmask me. Working out my thoughts. And I wished I was cool-headed, not giving him anything. But he got me hot and bothered. That was definitely him and not the Vegas weather, or my oncoming heat—no, it was him.

My husband was gorgeous, light brown hair, smooth, chiselled features, and chocolate brown eyes mixed with green that looked like liquid as they smouldered. His face lowered—I waited—looking at his plump lips, a mouth that was made for kissing and whatever else he was offering. I was clenching again, and his nose twitched in the air as I squirmed in my seat trying to act cool.

“I can smell your arousal and after I kiss these lips, I’m going down to taste your other lips.” As his mouth touched mine, a chill slid down my spine. I hoped it was anticipation, the promise of what was to come. My hand flushed against his chest as he sucked on my bottom lip, and I could feel every muscle tense under my touch as his hard pecs pulsed against my probing fingers. Then again, everything was hard and tight on his body.

What am I doing?

I’d just married an alpha to keep another off my back. But he was still an alpha. Breathe. This was a marriage of convenience for me. But in fairness, Noah was marrying me for the same reason.

But why was Harrison?

I hoped I hadn’t ruined his chances of marrying for real in the future. Perhaps I was selfish to agree to his proposal, but he was an adult and we both knew we shouldn’t have done this.

But for one night, I would take what Noah couldn’t give me—a wedding night. One that meant I finally got to ride a cock, and it now felt like I'd waited too long. Less than one week ago, I stormed into my fiancé’s office, desperate for sex. Tonight, my new husband was going to give me it. Or maybe it was going to be sooner than I first thought.

Harrison growled. It was as though he sensed my thoughts. He shook his head, his eyes locking to my gaze. He dragged me onto his lap, holding my face against his chest as he purred around my head.

“I’m fine,” I whispered.

“Good, but I want you to feel better than fine. I want you to feel safe with me,” he said.

“I do,” I said, looking up at him as his chocolate scent emanated from his chest. My nose nuzzled against his skin, and my skin sizzled as he studied me.

Was that why I felt safe with him? His scent? I wanted to ask what I smelled like to him, but this was a holiday romance.

My fake husband.

Why did it feel more?

Harrison lifted my chin with his finger before his mouth took me in a forceful kiss. I stifled a whimper as his hand slid to my inner thigh, and his fingertips stroked long lines from my knee to the apex of my thighs, not quite touching my sex. I growled as he slowly drew his hand back to my knees again.

Leaning closer to him as his mouth moved to across my face until he was taking soft sucks against my lobe and then my neck. My eyes kept watch on the progress of his hand as his tongue licked the soft skin on my neck, wanting desperately for his fingers to creep that bit further and make me whimper at his touch.

“Kiss me again,” he barked. It was the first time he showed me he was an alpha. But he was, and today I was happy with that, but one day I wanted an alpha of my own, maybe a pack. But right now Harrison was exactly what I needed—at least, he would be soon.

His purr was soft after we kissed, the hum vibrating in my ear, but it was his chocolate scent that made me slack in his arms, and my legs wide as I waited for more.

Harrison’s touch returned to my knees, and I wanted to whine for him to touch me, but I kept quiet. We were in the back of a car, and the privacy screen was in place, but I didn’t want to push it.

“Open for me,” Harrison purred against my head as his fingers swirled over the skin of my thigh.

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