Then they went to the wet bar one last time, and he placed his hand on her leg once they settled on the stool.
She audibly groaned, driving Tripp crazy.
“You are quite the specimen, Amelia Fields,” he whispered in her ear.
Like magic, he watched goosebumps pop out from her supple skin, his lips trailing the shell of her ear in a daring public display of affection. He didn’t give a shit, though. They lived within their own universe, bursting with passion and an insatiable thirst to learn more about the other.
“Hmm, Tripp,” she murmured as he moved away from her. “When are we going back to your tent? I’m getting feral here.”
Tripp chuckled, his stomach seizing with growing affection. She wasn’t completely joking, going by the first time they’d fucked since his change; desire was a keen emotion a shifter could rarely stifle or avoid.
He was learning that, and he was enchanted by it.
“One more person I want to talk to, and then I promise, my love,” he said, squeezing her thigh to watch her eyes light up, “I’m all yours.”
Amelia sighed, then crossed her legs, pushing out her chest for him. Teasing was a fun game between lovers; it made the crescendo all the more charged.
She brought the straw of her drink to her mouth and wrapped her pink lips around it, then spoke in a dusky tone that nearly made Tripp take her on the bar right then and there.
“And I am all yours, sweetheart.”
Tripp had to adjust his pants as he stood from the bar, giving Amelia a simple peck on the forehead. Leaving her side was like trying to walk away from an anchor tied to shore; the pull was heavy and gradual.
But Tripp managed to do his bit of schmoozing before everyone started to tap out for the night. He was thankful because his skin was starting to hurt with a need to be touched by his beloved.
They ran, hand-in-hand, like teenagers at prom, to their own little heated hut. It was connected to the main communal area, as was each of the other tents, so it was somewhat quiet and decent. Within the hut was a private shower and hot tub, plus a generously sized bed placed before a pre-lit fireplace.
“Get over here,” Amelia growled.
They were naked in a flash, first taking each other in the shower stall, then on the floor of the hut in front of the fireplace. Tripp couldn’t believe how quick his recovery time was. He couldn’t remember getting that hard that fast, even when he was sixteen.
Amelia clearly adored it, having orgasm after orgasm and smothering her sounds in the soft pillow. It was sexy that they had to be quieter than usual. Tripp was sure their fucking and cries of ecstasy had shattered several sound barriers on the mighty mountain.
Eventually, they settled down and rested in bed, their bodies cozy and spent from lovemaking. Tripp was riveted by his sex drive, which was something that often diminished in men as they aged. New life was breathed into him, and it wasn’t just the serum that had done that.
It was Amelia.
“So what was that alpha thing you were going to tell me about?”
She was propped up on her elbow as he stroked her fine waist and hips when she let out an abrupt snort of laughter.
“Oh, that thing I mentioned like six hours ago?”
Tripp nodded as his heart clamored in his chest. She was charming beyond measure.
“You can probably guess what it means by this point, my darling,” she said, blowing at her bangs and then wiping them to the side. “Everything is intense, especially as a former human. Intense anger, intense sex drive, an intense attraction to lead ….”
Tripp pulled her by the waist, and she gasped as their pelvises collided. He kissed her hard, and she melted like ice in his arms.
“I think you’re right,” he whispered over her lips. “Everything has been turned up to eleven. And I love it. It feels like my natural state.”
She looked up at him, gorgeous eyes hazy from their profound lovemaking.
She was a woman in love, and he was a man in love. He had never been so sure of anything in his life.
“Tell me again,” her voice moaned in his ear.
Then, they were off once more, lost in the sea of sheets, love, and possibilities.