Page 50 of Kai (Alpha Heroes #13)

Kai

I’d promised Cece I was gonna make love to her until she was full and I was empty.

In the last couple of days, I’d followed up on that promise.

My dick and I had spent the days and nights learning Cece’s body, what she liked, what drove her wild, how to make her scream from pleasure.

It turned out she was the Ying to my Yang.

It was late afternoon. Two days after we’d first made love, we’d done it every which way.

The pleasure we could give each other was unbelievable.

The last few days had been intense. I’d never had a sexual partner as exquisitely in tune with me as Cece.

I gave myself plenty of room for creativity. She embraced it all.

It was as if she’d now freed herself to feel .

She was as fierce in bed as she was in life, and she wanted— needed —a fierce lover to match her stamina, someone who could meet her at her level of horny.

That person was me.

Right this minute, I had Cece on her knees.

Her forehead rested on the pillow, and her elbows dug into the mattress.

Kneeling behind her, with her lovely back deeply arched and her ass high in the air, I had the perfect angle to plunder her pretty pussy while also enjoying the view of her ass and the feel of her firm flesh beneath my hands.

She’d just come a few moments ago, but I’d held back.

Since I wanted to make her come again, I forced myself into a torturous state of edging.

It wasn’t easy to keep it going when my dick dove into her warm depths.

I relished the muted moans and whimpers coming from her, and the erotic view of my seed from our prior climaxes spilling from her and dripping down her thighs.

“You are so sexy,” I muttered, pumping into her at a steady, demanding rhythm. “Every part of you is a suckable, fuckable delight.”

She moaned and fisted her hands around the rumpled sheets, pushing back and grinding her sex against me.

“What was that?” I asked in an amiable tone. “You want me to stop?”

She tossed me a glare over her shoulder. “Don’t you dare.”

I had to chuckle. We’d been going from one dare to another for two days straight.

I reached beneath her and rubbed her clit. She mewled right before she went off. With a last thrust, I buried my cock to the hilt in her squeezing pussy. I came, shooting my load until I was cross-eyed and weak-kneed like a newborn pup.

We collapsed on my bed, breathing hard and entwined in each other’s arms. Cece’s presence blazed against the darkness of my closed eyelids.

In my arms, she was warmth and light, signal and direction.

Like a ship in the darkness, I’d drifted into her radiance, knowing I sailed into perilous waters and yet willing to navigate her passion and her darkness, my hangups and my fears.

The patter of rain drifted from above deck.

A low-pressure system had brought us two days of precipitation that washed out the trails and turned them into red mud.

It had also gifted us with a beautiful view of the single waterfall that appeared only during wet periods on the island.

When I looked out the window, the shimmering ribbon hung from one of the cliffs facing the cove, a slash of misty white cutting through the emerald canopy.

The slippery trails had complicated my patrols, but given that Cece’s safety was my priority, I’d kept them up, even when all I wanted to do was be with her.

I checked my systems often, and I also made sure Cece got rest, food, and conversation besides pleasure.

We’d talked a lot, filling in the blank spaces of our stories for each other.

When I recovered from my climax, I gathered her to me and covered her face in kisses.

She blinked her eyes open, her body listless, her gaze sleepy. “What was that for?”

“That’s my Mahalo nui loa .” I planted a smooch on the tip of her nose. “It means more than gratitude—respect, admiration, praise. Thank you for giving me the best days of my life.”

Her eyes widened suddenly alert. “The best days of your whole life?”

“Yup.” I smiled. “Without a doubt.”

“Hard to believe.” A spark of skepticism carved the lines between her eyes. “I can see how that would be true for me, but not for you.”

“Why?”

“Because you already had a great love.”

It took me a moment to catch her meaning. “Ah.”

She was thinking of Malia, of the young relationship I’d had years ago.

I pondered my answer. It was late afternoon, and tomorrow night we’d leave to make our rendezvous. I’d already prepared Serenity for the journey. Our time alone was ending, and yet I wanted to wipe all doubts from her mind.

“My love for Malia was young and perhaps forced by the circumstances. I didn’t even know what love was back then. But now…”

“But now?”

“I know what love is. It’s not a limited or limiting commodity.

It sprouts from our depths as an infinite fountain and is unique to each soul.

This moment? It’s all we have. My present?

It’s right here. With you. You, Cece Astor, are my present and my future, my hope and my salvation.

Call me a fool, but I believe that you’re indeed my fate and I’m your destiny. ”

She narrowed her liquid eyes at me. “If you keep talking like this, I’m gonna need to fuck you all over again.”

“I like the sound of that,” I said. “But you’re squinting, and have been squinting for a while now. You’re looking at my aura, aren’t you?”

She didn’t deny it.

“What color is it?”

“Blue,” she said. “Indigo and cobalt, with a golden shimmer at the ends.”

“Blue just happens to be my favorite color. What does my aura tell you?”

“That you’re honest, brave, and insightful. And…”

“And?”

“That you’re telling me the truth.”

“Your perception of my aura is correct, then. Trust it. I’d love to see your aura.”

“If it’s any consolation, I can’t see my aura, either.”

“I’m glad you can see mine.”

“Kai…” She let out a sigh. “I didn’t know that men like you existed in this world. Then you came along. I just can’t believe my luck.”

“Then believe in yourself,” I said. “Believe in us.”

Her pale eyes glittered with frosty flames that burned hotter than hell. She was about to say something when the rumble of an engine droned in the distance.

An engine?

I bolted out of bed, grabbed my pants in passing, and rushed up the stairs to my navigation center.

As I studied my monitors and jammed my legs in my sweats, my screens didn’t alarm or show any sort of inbound craft.

None of the trackers showed a boat anywhere near us. But that sound. It was unmistakable.

“Stay inside,” I said to Cece when she materialized next to me, struggling to put on her coverup.

I grabbed my carbine, loaded a fresh magazine, and rushed outside, just in time to recognize the ominous roar of an aircraft coming over the ridge.