“Luke,” I say again, his eyes meeting mine. “I, Abigail Morningstar, accept you, Luke, as my mate.”
His eyes widen in shock, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
“What?” he whispers, more tears flowing.
“Are you going to just leave me hanging or what?” I laugh out.
“Are you sure?” he asks hopefully, and I nod. “Fuck, Abby... fuck.” He takes a shuttering breath. “I, Luke, take you, Abigail Morningstar, as my mate,” he says it with no hesitation.
And just like that, it’s official. As we speak the words out loud, we're hit with a wave of ecstasy. I cry out while Luke moans as pleasure fills our bodies. Luke starts to pound into me with savage thrusts once again.
We both watch each other, unable to look away as our orgasms build. I can feel Leo and Zed in the bond, curiosity and concern on their end. But I can feel something else, it’s faint, but I think I can feel Isaac and Noah as well. There’s a feeling of longing, but I can feel the pure joy in there too.
“I’m gonna cum, Abby. I can’t—I can’t stop it.”
“Cum,” I sob out, as my own orgasm crashes into me. “Luke, oh fuck, yes!”
My nails dig into his back as I shake and shudder in his arms.
“Abby!” he roars, tucking his face into my neck, biting down on the sensitive flesh. I moan as his cock jerks inside me sending ropes of hot cum, filling me up.
I feel drunk off of happiness as we lay here in the sand, locked together as we come down from the high.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” Luke whispers.
“Do you regret it?” I ask, praying he doesn’t, but it was the heat of the moment.
“No.” He kisses me. “Never. You're mine, Abby. And I’m going to show you everyday just how much you mean to me.”
“It’s weird, you know.” I laugh, running my hands through his hair. “To say I love you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to. It’s just, we went from hating each other to loving each other in what seems like a blink of an eye.”
“Yeah.” He chuckles. “But I’ll be honest, I never really hated you. I did, however, want to fuck your brains out the moment I locked eyes on you.”
“Pig.” I roll my eyes, but the smile stays on my lips.
“But I’myourpig,” he counters.
“Yeah,” I sigh happily. “You are.”
“Ah, Abby, not to ruin this moment, but I think we should get up. There’s sand in places there shouldn’t be.”
I cringe. “Yeah, I don’t think we really thought through this whole sex on the beach thing,” I huff out a laugh as he pulls out of me.
He stands up and holds out a hand for me. Grabbing it, I let him pull me to my feet.
“Your hair.” He laughs.
“Yeah, I’m going to be washing sand out of it for weeks.” I groan, giving my head a shake. Sand falls out of it like crazy.
Luke does the same, hitting me with the sand, and I burst out laughing. “Stop.”
“We’re a hot mess.” He chuckles.
“Worth it.” I bite my lip as his eyes heat.