Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 738: Chapter 738 – Honeymoon I

Seraphine’s smile was pure sin, slow and hungry and dripping with anticipation. Her pulse thundered between her thighs the second Voren’s eyes locked on hers.

Whatever surprise he had planned, she already felt it coiling low in her belly like liquid fire. ”Are we leaving now?” she breathed, voice thick with want.

Voren’s answering nod was dark and possessive. ”Yeah. And don’t pack a goddamn thing.”

They stopped only long enough for Voren to corner Corvine in his suite. ”You’re the Alpha. You’re not allowed to interrupt my honeymoon. Try it and I’ll cut yours short myself.”

Corvine laughed, easy and genuine. ”Not a chance. You two earned this. Shit never stops coming, but you still have to grab life before it’s gone.” His gaze softened on Seraphine. ”Don’t worry. Damon, Kael, Augustine, and Callum are all here.”

At the last two names, Voren’s jaw tightened. ”Set up special training for Augustine and Callum. Hard training.”

”Already noticed the gaps. I’ll push them as far as I can and leave the rest for when you’re back.”

Voren gave a short, satisfied nod, then layered on one last safeguard. ”Anything truly critical hits, call the outlanders. They’re on my personal payroll. Absolute worst case, call Ravyn. He’ll claim his warriors turned.”

”Understood.” Corvine meant it. He would rather bleed than disturb them, especially with the Lycan threat still lingering.

Liah appeared in the doorway, eyes already shining. ”Sera, I’m gonna miss you so fucking much. First time without you and Jasmine. Don’t worry though, I’m pouring every spare second into my niece and nephew.”

Seraphine’s laugh cracked with sudden jealousy and aching love. ”Keep talking like that and I might cancel the whole trip. I’m already missing them.”

”Two weeks. That’s it. Enjoy every second. If you weren’t already pregnant, I’d be praying for another set of twins. Since you are, make sure Voren waters those seeds he planted real deep.”

Laughter followed them all the way to the helipad. Corvine and Liah waved until the chopper lifted off and the pack disappeared beneath them.

The flight to New York was quiet. Exhaustion finally dragged them both under. When they landed at the private hangar, Seraphine blinked at the sleek new jet waiting on the tarmac.

”This one’s different,” she murmured.

Voren’s mouth curved. ”Brand new. Emergencies happen. Corvine, Pete, or the MindNest deputy can use the old one whenever they need it.”

Seraphine’s chest tightened. Voren was always three steps ahead for her, for the pack, for everything. ”You’re always a step ahead.”

”Just like you,” he smirked.

The second the new jet climbed into the sky and the seat belt light winked off, Voren unbuckled her and hauled her straight into his lap. Seraphine gasped as her thighs straddled his, the thick iron hard ridge of his cock already grinding against her core through their clothes.

”V, the crew—”

”No one comes near this cabin until I call,” he growled against her mouth. His hands shoved under her blouse, ripping it up and off in one brutal motion.

Cool air kissed her bare breasts a heartbeat before his scorching mouth closed over one tight aching nipple.

Seraphine moaned, head falling back. Voren sucked deep and filthy, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just hard enough to make her thighs clamp around his hips.

His free hand roamed everywhere, ribs, the soft curve of her stomach, the swell of her ass, claiming every inch like he owned it. He switched to the other breast, licking and sucking until both nipples were wet, swollen, and throbbing.

”I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long,” he rasped, breath hot against her skin. ”Just you. Me. Thirty thousand feet up. Nothing between us but skin.”

Desire flooded her so hard her vision blurred. ”I never imagined anything this filthy,” she whispered right before his mouth crashed onto hers in a kiss so starving it stole the air from her lungs.

She felt every thick pulsing inch of him under her. Voren lifted her just enough to free his cock. It sprang out heavy and flushed, the head already glistening with precum.

At the same time Seraphine shoved her panties down and kicked them aside, leaving only the short skirt bunched around her waist.

”This monster stays hard the second you’re near me,” he groaned, voice raw with restraint. ”Do you have any idea how long I’ve been holding back? How many nights I wanted to bury myself inside you until you couldn’t walk?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He sucked her other nipple back into his mouth and thrust up in the same ruthless stroke, burying every thick veined inch inside her in one long relentless plunge.

A broken cry tore from Seraphine’s throat. Her head fell back as he filled her completely, stretching her dripping walls around the heavy throb of his cock.

Voren released her breast only long enough to yank her closer, crushing her half naked body against his chest so he could latch onto the mate mark on her neck.

The second his mouth sealed over that sensitive claim, pure liquid lightning exploded through her core. Pleasure ripped up her spine so fast and hard she shattered on the spot, sobbing as her orgasm crashed over her.

Tears of overwhelming sensation slipped down her cheeks while Voren kept thrusting deep and powerful and relentless, his cock swelling even thicker inside her, forcing her body to open wider and wetter for him.

Their moans and groans tangled together in the private cabin. Time dissolved. Every snap of his hips drove him deeper, every wet slide of his length dragging against the most sensitive places inside her until she was shaking and crying with too much pleasure.

He fucked her through one climax and straight into the next, growling dark praise against her skin about how perfect she felt, how tight, how completely she owned every inch of him.

By the time he finally spilled inside her with a guttural groan, flooding her with hot pulses, Seraphine was boneless, trembling, completely wrecked. Voren held her through the aftershocks, then carried her to the private bathroom.

He washed every inch of her body himself under the warm spray with slow reverent hands soaping her breasts, her stomach, the sensitive folds still dripping with him, before drying her and dressing her in soft clothes he had already stocked on the jet.

He had planned every detail. They had left the pack with nothing. Clothes, lingerie, everything she would need waited wherever he was taking her.

Seraphine fell asleep in his arms for the rest of the flight, body still humming, mind blank with sated exhaustion.

When she finally woke, the first thing she registered was Voren’s scent saturating the air even though he wasn’t in the room.

She was lying on a massive bed in a room she didn’t recognize, wearing a sheer nearly transparent black lingerie set she had never seen before.

Delicate lace barely covered her breasts and the apex of her thighs. Every curve of her body was on display beneath the fragile fabric.

She reached instinctively through the mate bond for Marsha and found only silence. A flicker of curiosity stirred within her. Would the bond still feel this strong in the human world?

”V?” she called softly, voice already husky. ”Where are you?”

Then her gaze landed on something across the room that stole the breath straight from her lungs.