Page 35 of Isla

“Come for me, Isla. Let me taste you as you come.”

He speared his tongue inside, not removing his thumb. My breath caught. Stars flashed behind my eyelids and I could no longer keep them open.

My fingernails dug into his shoulders, his head, then his arms as I tried to control what was happening. I cried out to the sound of him eating me like a starved man.

“Oh...” I moaned, then bit my hand as I tried my to suppress my release. The driver really didn’t need to hear me, and I was sure Harrison shouldn’t be using a hotel car to get wed.

He kissed me between my legs as I still pulsed, our eyes locking as I wondered how I would go the rest of my life without him. One orgasm and he was igniting things inside me I never thought were possible. And I still had his knot to come.

But I knew I was going to have to be brave and forget about him once I departed for Omega Island. The bigger picture wasn’t a husband, especially not a fake one, as gorgeous as he was.

He finally rose and sat on the seat beside me. Pulling me into his lap and my heart beat too freaking fast. I twisted on his lap, straddling him, and stared into his eyes as I undid his buttons, one by slow one, until I finally pushed the material back and stared at his muscular, bronzed chest. I’d already seen it at the pool, but somehow this seemed more erotic.

“I’ve booked the massage room for us,” he said.

“Oh, it’s nice being married to you.”

“That’s good because I’ve got something to tell you,” he said.

“Oh.” Why did this not sound too good? “Okay, tell me.”

“I have a pack,” he said.

I was surprised he only told me now once we were married. But this wasn’t the same as Noah having a lover. This was fake, and he didn’t have to tell me at all.

“That’s fine. I understand.” I did. He did me a favour, giving me a marriage certificate to stop me from having to marry Noah.

He pressed a button, the privacy screen lowered. “We’re ready to go back now,” he said.

“Does your pack have an omega?” I asked. Suddenly unsure why he married me.

“One of the pack thought we had one once,” he said. My stomach flipped at his honesty.

“Same as me. I thought I had an alpha once,” I replied. I could hardly get upset or jealous... I wasn’t jealous... I hardly knew him. But this had to stop now.

I stared out of the window and watched as the hotel neared. Finally, the car pulled up at the entrance. The door opened, and I stepped out of the limo and walked into the hotel lobby.

“Isla,” he said. I turned and smiled. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Sorry, thank you for giving me a way out, but I don’t want to get you in trouble with your pack.”

He smiled as he took my hand. “I want you in my bed and don’t worry about my pack. They are going to love you.”

They're going to love you.

Why did it matter?

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