Page 12 of Castaway Heat

S hiloh stepped under the warm spray, rinsing the sand and sweat from his body, assuming Ronin would follow him in seconds later.

He’d left his alpha in the bedroom, organizing the mountain of supplies they’d never need to use.

Not all of it, anyway. The water, the dried fruit, and the jerky they’d been rationing was likely all they’d use—but if it made Ronin feel better to pack the room with provisions, so be it.

Shiloh sensed Ronin was more concerned than he was showing.

The overpreparing was just one of the signs.

When it was apparent his alpha wouldn’t be joining him in the shower as promised, he washed his body with one of ten mini bars he’d found horded in someone’s suitcase, each of them from a different hotel in Australia.

He caressed his cock with a soapy hand, only intending to clean himself, but the stroking soon caused his legs to shake under him.

Shiloh reached for the shower wall for support, afraid he wouldn’t remain upright much longer.

He bent his head under the spray, the oncoming wave stronger than any he’d felt before.

His hand moved quickly, a blur as he caressed himself.

But his caresses only fueled the fire instead of trying to diminish it. The want built, swelling to fill up every inch of his body until he felt suffocated. Adrenaline shot through his veins, and the beating of his heart filled his ears. Spots formed in his vision as it barreled down on him.

His back bowed, ass high, slick spreading between his cheeks. A stifled moan tore from his lips

Seconds later, the curtain was snatched open.

Ronin flew into the shower and shoved him up against the tiled wall.

Suddenly Shiloh’s feet didn’t touch the ground, and he was nearly eye-to-eye with his alpha.

They stared at one another for a moment, and all Shiloh could think was how his alpha’s eyes looked almost black with his pupils that wide.

“I need…” Shiloh mumbled, breathless.

Ronin captured Shiloh’s mouth, dragging out another moan.

“You weren’t supposed to start without me.” Ronin’s usual deep baritone was even deeper. Rough. It grated against his raw nerves. Ronin barely took his lips off Shiloh’s to speak and nipped the lower one the second he was done speaking.

“Inside me,” Shiloh murmured. “I need you… inside me….”

Ronin bent, hooking one arm behind Shiloh’s knees and repeating it with the other. Pressed against the shower tile, he was truly between a rock and a hard place. Without guidance, the head of Ronin’s hard cock pressed against his slick hole, ready to fulfill his wish.

His alpha thrust upward, but the head slipped out and between his cheeks.

Shiloh reached under him and guided Ronin’s cock into his body, inch by delicious inch, mewling with pleasure as he was filled.

One thing Ronin always did was lean back and watch Shiloh’s reactions as he drove deep and that hadn’t changed with the oncoming heat.

His alpha’s care and concern for his wellbeing, even as their ability to think clearly was robbed from them, made Shiloh’s heart clench.

Once fully seated, Ronin paused, giving him a moment to adjust to the possession.

Shiloh stared at his alpha, the thick, full shaft stretching him wide.

He was far from the inexperienced lover of their first night together, though.

After a month on the island, his body knew Ronin’s well.

They’d fucked nearly every day and night, stretching Shiloh to fit that big shaft deep, and he was thankful for it.

The rutting to come would be rough and untamed.

Water sluiced over Ronin’s head, running over his face and neck. He leaned through the spray and pressed his lips to Shiloh’s again before moving his hips. They started slow, but the pace soon turned frantic. He clawed Ronin’s back, gripping tight as his alpha pounded into him deep.

“That’s right, my pretty little pet. Take it all,” Ronin murmured, lips a fraction of an inch from Shiloh’s. “You’re so sexy… especially when you’re wrapped around my cock.”

His warm, minty breath washed over Shiloh’s face as he continued the dirty talk. Shy usually blushed when Ronin did that, but he was too far gone to care.

When Ronin adjusted his angle, Shiloh moaned at the intense pleasure. Each upstroke hit him just right.

“Oh yeah, baby … you like that, do you?” He groaned as Shiloh clenched his ass tight. “That’s it… squeeze me just like that,” Ronin whispered against his ear. “You feel so fucking good, Shy.”

Shiloh keened, back bowing as much as it could pressed against the wall. He was close… so damned close… His orgasm slammed into him. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his toes curled as his body crescendoed. Shiloh’s cock shot onto his thighs and Ronin’s stomach as he roared with pleasure.

Ronin stiffened and followed him two pumps later, lifting to press his knot past the thick band of nerves. He came, the knot expanding and locking them together. Ronin captured his mouth the second they were bound, swallowing Shiloh’s moans as he emptied his load deep.

When they came down from their peak and their breathing calmed, Ronin kissed his forehead. “I really should’ve thought about where we were when I knotted you.” He chuckled. “My legs feel like rubber.”

“If you drop me, I’ll never let you live it down,” Shiloh threatened.

“I won’t drop you,” Ronin murmured, his eyes half lidded. “Grab my neck and hold tight.”

Shiloh locked his fingers behind Ronin’s neck.

As soon as he did, Ronin spun, pressing his back against the wall instead—and then slid down until he was seated.

One at a time, he gently lowered Shiloh’s legs until both were down.

He straddled Ronin’s thighs and leaned forward to press his cheek against his alpha’s shoulder.

“Are you okay like this?” Ronin asked softly against his ear.

“Yeah,” Shiloh said. “But let’s do better next time.”

“Cut me a little slack,” Ronin said, a hint of humor in his voice. “It is my first rut.” He lifted Shiloh’s chin with his forefinger and stared down. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No,” Shiloh said, fighting sleep.

Sleep clearly won because the next time he awoke, he was dry and in bed, cuddled close to Ronin.

Dry wasn’t exactly correct, either. Sweat beaded his forehead and the nape of his neck, but then it did most nights with the temperature.

But it felt different. Like he was roasting from the inside.

His skin felt feverish, and he was lightheaded…

and soon enough, the pang of need kicked in.

He writhed on the bed, rubbing his cock against Ronin’s thick, muscled thigh.

Ronin rolled him to his back. Without preamble, he slid in and joined them as one. Shiloh moaned, the sense of completion giving him a moment of relief. Soon, it wasn’t enough. He needed that delicious friction of body against body.

Soul against soul.

After a few minutes, Ronin withdrew. All Shiloh could do was whimper, the loss of his alpha too much to bear.

Ronin rolled Shiloh to his side and lifted his top leg to his shoulder.

Once he’d straddled the one still lying on the bed, he surged back in between the two.

In that position, he couldn’t do much more than lie passively while Ronin did all the work.

They rocked against one another as they raced toward oblivion once more.

Seconds before Shiloh came, Ronin pulled out again.

Shiloh clawed at him, desperate to be filled.

Desperate to come. He groaned, reaching for his cock.

He needed something to take away the ache.

His hand would never be enough, and he knew it, even in his frenzied state.

Ronin quickly spooned him and slid back home.

Shiloh rested his head back against his alpha’s broad chest, near sobbing, his throat scratchy from all the moans that had poured from his lips.

Ronin had to work him back up to the orgasm he’d lost. Thankfully, it didn’t take long.

Shiloh clung to the brink, so close yet unable to fly.

The second Ronin pressed deep and sank his knot inside, it shoved Shiloh over the edge of the abyss.

He came so hard he saw dots in his vision, screaming Ronin’s name all while his alpha shot a thick load inside him.

They collapsed next to one another, locked until the knot faded.

They were both asleep before that happened.

And so it went. For days, they fucked endlessly, moving all over the bed and bedroom.

Near the end, their bodies grew exhausted, but nature wouldn’t be stopped.

It pushed them to the brink until it got what it wanted or gave up.

Shiloh could barely lift his head by the last round.

He was fairly sure he passed out soon after and wasn’t sure how many days had passed when he finally awoke.

The bed was empty. Shiloh hadn’t expected it would be. His heart sank a bit. He sat up slowly, his body sore all over, and eyed the bedroom. He drew his knees up to his chest. Where had Ronin gone?

Ronin whipped through the door, headed straight for the bathroom. He paused and smiled when he noticed Shiloh was awake. “Hey, babe… are you okay?”

“I am now,” Shiloh whispered. His gaze went to the metal bucket in Ronin’s hand. “What’s that?”

“Boiling water for your bath.” He lifted the pail and grinned. “Let me go pour it in and I’ll come back and cuddle with you while it cools down.”

Shiloh rested his chin on his knees and listened to the splash of water. As soon as Ronin reappeared, he crawled into their bed and dragged Shiloh into the crook of his arm.

“Are you very sore?”

Shiloh shook his head. “I’m fine.”

“That’s not an answer, pet,” Ronin said before kissing Shiloh’s bare shoulder.

“Yes, I’m sore. Quite sore… but nothing I can’t handle.”

“I wasn’t sure if you’d want a hot bath to soothe those muscles or wait until it was lukewarm with this heat all around us.”

“Why did you boil it? It comes out lukewarm straight out of the tap.”

Ronin shrugged. “We boil it before we drink it.”

“Not for showers though. Why would you for a bath?”

Ronin gazed down at him. “After several days, I’m sure there might be a few little tears inside, so I wanted to make sure the water was boiled and safe. I don’t need you getting sick on me.”

Shiloh’s chest tightened. “You take such good care of me.”

Ronin’s soft smile made it tighten even more. “You’re my omega, and I love you. It’s my duty to you to make sure you’re safe and happy. As well as I can make you safe and happy out here in the middle of nowhere.”

Shiloh smiled. “You always take the extra steps… most I don’t even think about.” He trailed a fingertip over Ronin’s chest, just above the beating underneath. “But you always catch them. Thank you for that.”

Ronin pressed a soft kiss on Shiloh’s forehead. “You’re more than welcome.” He laid his palm on Shiloh’s flat stomach. “Do you think we’ve made a baby?”

“I don’t know,” he said, even as the word yes whispered through his mind.

There’s no way he could know, yet… he did.

Under Ronin’s hand, new life had sparked within him.

Tears stung the backs of his eyes. Neither of them was ready so soon after finding one another again, but life rarely waited until someone was ready. “I suppose we’ll find out soon enough.”

Ronin captured his lips tenderly. He lifted a hand to Shiloh’s chin, commanding attention. “We’ll figure it out one way or another. I’ll do everything in my power to protect you.”

Shiloh heard the tiny waver in his voice.

He was scared. They both were. If he was pregnant and didn’t get off the island in time, one or both of them could die from the trauma of childbirth.

He pushed that thought from his mind and took a deep breath.

No more dwelling on the negative, for the maybe-baby’s sake. Positive thinking only.

They would be rescued before he gave birth.

“So… warm or lukewarm?” Ronin asked.

“As hot as it is, the idea of warm sounds nuts, but I’m really sore.”

Ronin frowned, concern written into the lines of his face.

“It’s okay,” Shiloh said. “It’s to be expected, especially if an alpha has a horsecock.”

Ronin feigned being offended. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”

Shiloh grinned.

“And as I recall, you begged me for all of my horsecock our first night together.”

“In the heat of the moment,” Shiloh whispered.

Ronin’s smile faded. “Do I hurt you?”

“No,” Shiloh said, caressing his cheek. “I was only playing with you. You’ve always paid close attention to my reactions, and it almost feels like you can read my mind.” He pressed a soft kiss on Ronin’s lips. “That means everything to me.”

“You mean everything to me. I never want to hurt you.” Ronin rose from the bed. “I’ll go check the temp. Be right back.”

Shiloh smiled, watching his alpha leave. He ran a palm over his stomach, where Ronin’s had been, and secretly hoped he had another little Ronin in there, but only if they got rescued in time.