Page 122 of Beneath the Blue Moon

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We arrive at the restaurant, and it’s quiet. There are no

sounds of people dining, staff moving about—nothing.

“Why is it so quiet?”

He just gives me his all knowing smile and winks. We’re

greeted by a hostess who tells us to follow her. When we enter the dining area,

I see why it’s so quiet—the room is empty. Rolling my eyes, I turn to him.

“The entire restaurant, Ethan? Really?”

“I wanted you all to myself.”

“We could have stayed home for that.”

“Yes, but this is your day. I wanted to pamper you.”

The waiter shows up with our menus and hands Ethan the wine

list.

“Bring us a bottle of the Riesling,” he says.

“Yes, sir. Just take a look at our menu and I’ll be back to

take your orders.”

“I’m ready now. The shrimp and vegetable tempura, and the caprese

to start, then the veal piccata for me and the chicken arrabiata for my lady.”

“Certainly, sir.”

Alone again, Ethan reaches across the table and takes my

hand. “Did you enjoy your surprises?”

“Oh, yes! Especially the spa. That one I’ll have to indulge

in more often.”

“I’ll make you a standing appointment then.”

“You’re going to spoil me.”

“You bet.” He grins.

Throughout dinner, I tell him about my day. I try to get him

to tell me how much it all cost, but he won’t budge. As the waiter clears our

table, Ethan asks me if I would like dessert.

“Um… Yeah. I’ll try the Irish Chocolate Cream.”

After the waiter walks away, Ethan pushes his chair back and

stands, hand outstretched.

“May I have this dance, my lady?”

I place my hand in his as the opening notes of a song begin.

“Certainly, my lord.” Stepping into his arms, I’m greeted by eyes filled with

love. “I know this song. It’s the one we danced to at the fundraiser.”

“It is.”

“Did you request it?”

“I did. It’s our song.”

“You’re such a romantic.”

“I try.”

“You succeed,” I tell him.

He holds me tightly as we move to the music. When it gets to

the point in the song, he whispers in my ear along with the singers. “You were

made for me.”

A shiver runs up and then down my spine as his warm breath

caresses my skin.

“Yes.”

He pulls away, reaches into his jacket pocket and removes a

small, velvet box. With a smile, he falls to one knee before me. Wait… Is he

proposing? But I thought that’s what the whole mate thing was about. I get a

wedding, too? He opens the box, and a huge, princess-cut diamond sparkles

at me.

“Casey, my love. I can’t go through this life without you by

my side. You are my heart, my soul, my reason for being. Marry me. Say you’ll

be mine.”

With love bursting in my heart and joy flowing through my

veins, I fall to my knees also.

“I am yours. And yes, I’ll marry you.”

He slips the ring onto my finger, and I throw my arms around

his neck, planting my lips on his. Vaguely, I hear the cheers and applause of

the restaurant staff. Ethan slides his hands around my waist, pulling me to

him. I’m going to be his wife. Now this is something I understand better than “mate.”

I’m going to be Mrs. Ethan McKenzie. The thought sets

my entire body on fire.

“Let’s go,” I mumble against his lips.

“What about your dessert?”

“Leave it. I’d rather have my man’s big dick.”

He rises to his feet, pulling me up with him. His eyes have

gone dark, and his fingers tighten around mine.

“Come.”

“Don’t you have to pay?”

“It’s been taken care of.”

We rush out of the restaurant, me behind him giggling like a

school girl. When we get to the car, I push him against it before he can open my

door. As I pull his head down to mine, he grabs my waist and presses my body to

his. I kiss him hungrily, sucking and biting his bottom lip until he lets out a

tortured moan.

“Get.In.The.Car,” he growls.

A delicious shiver spreads through my body, and I close my

eyes, taking a quivering breath. I hear the sound of the door opening and take

one last look at him before sliding inside. The moment he takes his place next

to me, I reach over and slide my hand down his erection. He looks over just in

time to catch me licking my lips.

“Christ, Casey! You’re going to kill me.”

“There are worse ways to go.”

As we make our way down Grand Avenue, I stroke him through

his pants and listen to him mutter curses of both pleasure and frustration.

After the short drive to the hotel, he leads me inside, taking long strides

that I have to walk double-time to keep up with. We step into the elevator and

before the doors even close, he pushes me to the back corner. He lifts me off

the floor, wraps my legs around his hips, and gives me a punishing kiss. There’s

a startled gasp, and I open my eyes to find an elderly couple staring at us.

The woman looks absolutely shocked while the man has a knowing smile playing on

his lips. A fit of giggles overtakes me, and Ethan places me back on my feet,

chuckling in embarrassment. The couple steps inside and the woman turns up her

nose.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize. “Don’t mind us.” I stick my hand

out to show her my ring as Ethan slides his arms around me from behind. “We

just got engaged.”

Her look softens, and she smiles.

“Congratulations. You seem very happy.”

“I am.”

“We are,” Ethan proclaims before kissing my neck.

I turn to face him, sliding my arms under his jacket and around

his waist. As I rest my cheek on his chest, I notice the old couple holding

hands. Happiness is contagious. The elevator stops, and they step out, waving

to us.

“Best of luck to you,” the man says.

“Thank you,” we reply in unison.

By the time we get to our suite, we’re struggling. He’s trying

to open the door while I’m kissing him and trying to push his jacket over his

shoulders.

“Wait,” he says.

“Hurry.”

Finally, he gets the door open. We stumble inside and to the

bed, knocking things over on the way. While he shrugs out of his jacket, I kick

off my heels and undo his belt, button, and zipper. I drag his pants and boxers

down his legs and watch as he springs free, bobbing up and down.

“Casey, wait.”

“Why?”

I grab the base of his dick, hungrily taking him into my

mouth.

“Casey!”

Alpha voice. I release him instantly, falling back on my

heels. I stare at the floor, not daring to look up at him. Out of the corner of

my eye, I watch him sit on the bed, remove his shoes, and kick off the garments

I’d left around his ankles. He walks to the table opposite the bed, and I hear

what I think are his cufflinks being tossed onto it. Moving back to the bed, he

removes his socks before addressing me.

“Come to me.”

I rise slowly, moving to stand before him. I stare at his

chest, feeling repentant for an unknown reason. He tips my face up toward his

and I chance a look into his eyes. He’s not mad. Thank God.

“So beautiful…” he whispers.

Yes, you are. He reaches for my earrings, and his

touch turns my body into a quivering mess. After removing them, he reaches for

my necklace.

“Let’s get these out of the way, shall we?”

He drops them on the nightstand and then moves behind me. He

leans in, his breath hot on my neck. I ball my hands into fists, trying to

control my body’s reaction to him. If I don’t, I’ll fall to the floor in a trembling

heap.

“Let’s see about this dress.”

His fingers brush against my back as they travel to the

zipper. My nails dig into my palm, and I moan softly.

“I’ve wanted to rip it off you all. Night.”

“Oh, God, Ethan. Please!”

“Casey, you’re shaking.”

“Because I want you.”

“It’s okay. Just relax,” he says as he rubs my shoulders. “Take

deep breaths.”

I breathe in deeply. As I exhale, the bodice of my dress

slips down. He pushes it past my waist and over my hips, and it falls in a pool

around my ankles. My breath catches when he places his palms at my sides. With

his lips at my ear, he quietly sings the chorus of John Legend’s “All of Me.”

My heart feels like it’s about to rip its way out of my chest. He presses his

lips to my neck as his hands roam my body gently. I lean against him, basking in

the love I still can’t believe he feels for me.

“Keep breathing.”

He hooks his thumbs into my pantyhose, kneeling at my feet

as he begins to peel them off. I raise one leg, then the other, allowing him

to remove my stockings. Picking up the dress, he drapes it across one of the

armchairs by the window.

“Casey.”

I turn to face him as he sits in the other armchair. There he

is, like the master of the universe, sitting on his throne with the lights of

the city shining behind him. He’s certainly the master of my universe. I

bite my bottom lip as he begins to unbutton his shirt.

“Let your hair down.”

One by one, I remove the pins from my hair and place them on

the nightstand. My hair falls around my face, tumbling down my back. He’s

watching me, looking at me as if I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Take off that bra. I want to see my 38Cs.”

I smile as I reach around and undo the hooks of my strapless

bra. The moment it hits the floor, he tells me to remove my panties. I push them

down my legs and kick them toward him. He catches them, inspecting them before

looking at me again.

“Again, I love how wet you get for me.”

I stand before him naked and unashamed. I would do anything

for him to keep looking at me the way he is now.

“Don’t move,” he instructs. “I want to look at what’s mine.”

And he does, from my feet to my face and back, his

expression a mix of desire and reverence. After what seems like a lifetime, he

makes his way back to me, removing his dress shirt and undershirt.

“Come here.”

I throw myself at him like a bull let out of the bucking

chute. He picks me up and places me on the four-poster bed, leaning over me.

“Tonight,” he says, “you’re my alpha. Tell me what

you want me to do.”

Is he serious? He wants me to tell him what to do?

“I am yours. Use me.”