Waves of Passion

Chapter 62

Blaine De Lombardi's POV

I will always get weary of seeing Lucia smooched against a pillow with her messy hair when I wake up. Her drowsy face appears every morning. She denies having a cute duck face, no matter how many images I show her as evidence. Other times, it's a little open with a drip of saliva coming out.

I'm thankful that I didn't have any nightmares this night as the light began to fade. When I wake up at night and see pictures of Lucia's corpse, it's difficult to laugh and grin at her. I often ask myself if this was the right decision. What if it's a manifestation of the future rather than a vision from the past? Just thinking about it makes my bones tingle with fear.

I follow Lucia into the kitchen to put up the cooler I brought after tucking her in. She always loses the blanket while she sleeps. I'm prepared to enjoy some quality time in the sun with my mate because I have some fresh ice in the cooler and all the necessities for the beach in my backpack.

"It's time to rouse the beast."

Walking beside me, Lucia digs her toes into the sand.

Her gorgeous eyes are hidden behind big sunglasses, and her hair is pulled back at the nape of her neck in a low bun. We look for the ideal position on the beach, and the smell of sunscreen wafts off of us both.

"It's unbelievable that nobody is at the beach. Are they deranged? The waves are going to be enormous, and it's a great day," Lucia inquired.

"I rented the beach houses surrounding us, and it is a private beach reserved for guests," I responded with a smirk.

"That's why you are so okay with me wearing this!"

This is a reference to her little bikini, which is seriously making me drool.

"I won't tell you what you can and cannot wear, sweetheart. You can handle it, or I can handle it if someone tries something, as you choose."

With a small smile, she said, "You're so cute."

"I prefer the term sexy, but I'll take it."

Lucia grabs my hand and pulls me into the sea, saying, "Come on, we have to get in the water before all the good waves are gone."

We're not wearing wetsuits, but as werewolves, we normally don't mind being in cold water.

Lucia's eyes and hair are beautifully highlighted by the sun's beams. I follow her as she paddles her board into the ocean.

A massive blast of briny water splatters across my face and up my nostrils as I make my way back to the coast. I hear a naughty giggle and instantly begin to cough.

I said, "It's not funny," and several coughs came next.

"Oh, are you okay, Blaine?"

Lucia reaches out to stroke my shoulder in an attempt to console me, but I swiftly send my palm flying into her face by swishing it through the water.

"Oh, you are so dead!"

She leaps onto me, plunging both of us into the shallows. We appear to be foolishly battling in the water, but I'm having a blast.

"All right, all right, cease fire! You are such a competitive woman," I said.

"That's what losers say."

"Who are you calling a loser?"

She looks straight at me while crossing her arms.

I charge at her as though I'm going to tackle her, only to put her in a firefighter's grip.

"Blaine! Put me down, please!"

"No baby, that's what a loser would do."

I stroll us back to our beach location and place her down on the big blue beach blanket I brought. Her curly hair clings to her skin and bikini, and water droplets cover her entire body. I intend to give her a short kiss, but she puts her arms around my neck and holds me against her. Our hands fly around, and our lips move in time. My hands brush her thighs, hers tracing my abs.

She murmurs, "It should be illegal to have this many muscles," as her hands run over my back and brush against my lips. A smile appears on my face.

"All for you, baby."

I gently plant gentle kisses on her neck as I move my mouth along it. I slowly pull her bikini down to reveal her breasts by dragging my lips down to the white material. She is pleading with me to lick her hard-as-a-stone nipples. I caught one in my mouth after swishing my tongue around it. She lays her head back and presses her chest to my lips.

I move down to her pussy and raise my hands to cup her breasts. My lips hit smooth flesh as I started to savor my favorite dish.

She whimpers, "Blaine," as I squeeze her tits and suck on her clitoral area.

I go slowly, alternating between soft licks and crazy-making swirls. Her hips protrude higher as her thighs grasp my head, attempting to increase friction and get the release she so desperately seeks. My hands move from her chest to her hips, securing her in position. I can tell she's frustrated by the incomprehensible sound that comes out of her. It makes me chuckle.

"Remain patient, tiny wolf. I am aware of your needs."

I started fingering her pussy and licking her clitoral area, and she's going to complain again. I put two in, and her wetness coats my fingers. I plunge in deeply, pausing when her ass touches my rings, then yanking out and pushing in again. Her groans get louder, and with everyone, my dick gets so much harder that it's a miracle I didn't fall in my trunks.

She stopped me just as I was about to give her the greatest earth-shattering climax of my life.

"Stop," she said, letting out a gasp.

I pause, pulling back my fingers and giving her a worried look.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm peachy, but I want to come with you inside me, so will you take off your swim trunks and get in me already?"

"Always so demanding," I replied, grinning, and then did what she said.

I align myself with her gap. My cock appears enraged and on the verge of blowing up, but I want to take it slow and enjoy this rare occasion in which it's just the two of us—Blaine and Lucia, two individuals who could end up in jail for public indecency—rather than Alpha and Luna or Romano and Dorothy.

She moans as I move my cock with my hands from the bottom of her pussy to her clitoral area. I softly rock back and forth, rubbing myself against her tight heat rather than pushing into it.

She has such a lovely appearance. Her cheeks are slightly rosy from the sun and brimming with delight. Despite the ocean water messing up her hair, she still looks stunning. I just look at her for a moment, appreciating my partner, whom I consider myself fortunate to have and will always be with.

I kiss her with my head lowered. I press inward, inch by inch, as our tongues entwine and our lips slam together. The moment I'm buried to the hilt, she chokes out a gasp.

I had no idea that sex could be that intense until I met Lucia. It's a bond between two individuals that transcends our world, not merely a pursuit of pleasure.

I moderated my pace and pulled out before pushing back in. She responds to my thrusts with her own, pressing her clitoral area against my pelvis for the ideal feeling.

"Blaine," she groans as I push harder, depressing her with each stroke.

"Fuck, you take me so well."

Her groans have become increasingly audible. She comes harder than I've ever seen her come, and I watch as her body convulses under the sweltering Southern California heat. My dick is clenched so tightly by her pussy that I swear I can see stars. I'm going inside her and smearing her insides with my semen with just one more pump.

I drop into her, and we both start to sweat and pant. We both catch our breath as her arms encircle me. I just enjoy the moment as I bury my head in her neck. Her hands caress my back in haphazard ways.

I push away from her and hold myself in a plank position, staring at her.

I keep staring at her like a weirdo as she giggles, "What?"

My heart has been experiencing a sensation that seems to be getting stronger every day. The day we found out we were mates began in her room on her eighteenth birthday, but I believe it has always been there since we were young children, unaware of the horrors life would bring.

Being separated from her hurts. The thought of life without her stings. Whether we're going on a date down the coast or just hanging out in bed talking about anything, my favorite times are spent with her by my side.

When I saw baby Lucia when I was younger, my dad told me that I insisted on taking her home. He said it was because I had a sneaking suspicion that she would become mine eventually and that our union was meant to be indefinitely.

Blurting out, "I love you," My eyes bulge in response to how surprised I am that I ever said those things.

Even though I've known Lucia is my true love for a while, expressing it feels like more.

Her hand reaches up to cup my cheek as her eyes soften.

"I love you too."

Then we share another kiss.