“Honeymoon!” River whined. “But there’s so much work in the pack. How can I go for a honeymoon?” Though she really wanted to go for it. Hunter had suggested to her the island paradise of Maldives. She had seen its pictures on the Internet and the country was nothing but a congregation of several islands with clear blue water surrounding every water and lots of marine life. It had been three days of nonstop ***with River and Hunter wanted more of her, more of her time and just her.
Lena was also sitting at the dining table with them. She had come to report for the day. She chuckled as she picked up steak and dug the knife in it to cut a piece. “I think it’s a great idea, River,” she took Hunter’s side. “You both have been through so much that a small break is necessary.”
“But how do I go, Lena?” River whined. “The new council has so many things to report. Besides, what is the use of a honeymoon when everyday’s a honeymoon for us!” She shot a glare at her husband who was sitting in his khaki shorts only and donning a proud smile. The reason he didn’t wear a shirt was because he wanted to show off his mark on his neck, one that River had given him. He would brush that place lightly one in a while to draw attention.
“River, there is no dearth of work. There will be something at every time of the day. Will you stop living it?” Lena tried to put sense in her. “Just go and in your absence, I will take care.”
River blew out air, feeling deflated. She had just taken over as the Alpha of the pack. Her accusatory gaze darted from her friend and beta, Lena, to her husband. “I don’t think it’s a good idea…” she murmured and started shoving scrambled eggs, in her ***.
“I think it’s a wonderful idea,” Hunter said, grinning. “And I really like your Beta. She has more sense than most packs combined.”
“Thank you, Alpha Hunter,” Lena replied, a smile forming on her lips. She knew that Hunter was appreciating her because she supported him.
“We are leaving tomorrow!” Hunted said as he dug the pants of his shorts and took out two business class tickets of flight to Maldives. “These are our tickets and these…” he dug his pocket again and took out brochures. “This is the place where we will stay!”
When River saw the brochure, she picked it up out of curiosity and her eyes went wide. It was a beautiful island property with guest cottages built over the clear waters.
For the next few hours, River became busy packing her things. By the end of it, she had three large suitcases. Two for herself and one for Hunter.
“What the hell are you taking in two suitcases, River?” Hunter asked, terrified.
“We are going to be there for two weeks. What do you expect? I am not going to buy clothes over there,” she pointed. “I won’t let you stay in clothes, love,” Hunter stated as a matter of fact.
River blushed heavily. “B-but we need to-”
Hunter just repacked her things and they were down to two suitcases, one for him and one for her. The louche had only packed bikinis for her and on her insistence, they packed a few of her sundresses and hats and body lotions.
Maldives was the most beautiful sea beach she had ever been to. It was for the first time that River had come out of America and she was extremely excited. Hunter looked like a boy in love as he held River’s hand and the two walked to the reception. The girls at the reception were blushing when they gazed at him and tucked the loose strands of hair behind their ears as if flirting with him.
The two were shown their cottage. The moment they were inside, Hunter picked up River from her waist and carried her to the bed. She squealed and protested, “I want to sleep!” She was terribly jetlagged.
**”Not so soon, River,” he growled and removed his **.
She cried in protest. He chuckled and then went further down to her core where he **** her. “Ahhh!” she cried as an orgasm blasted through her and she shattered into a million pieces. He licked every last bit of her honey as her core spasmned on his tongue. As soon as her orgasm faded, he positioned himself on her entrance and thrust inside her in bre swift move.
She wrapped her thighs around him, bringing him closer. He increased his pace and thrust inside her like a piston. Soon,
he reached his climax and shot his release inside her and she joined him again.
Hunter was tired. He slumped over her and kissed her neck lazily. “I forgot to use a condom, he murmured.
She chuckled. “You always say that when you are inside me. I always wonder if you’ve got condoms for the trip.”
He grinned against her skin. “I think I forgot to bring them with me.”
She shook her head. “It’s fine. We will buy a packet from the mainland.” She was going to take him there and not have ***until then.
“Yes, sure,” he replied but he wasn’t taking her to the mainland. He pulled out of her and slid beside her. He turned her away from him so that her back was pressed against his chest. He spooned her and said, “Sleep for a while River. We have a lot to do in the next few days.” And River closed her eyes. Coming for the honeymoon was the best ever decision she had taken. It was so relaxing and away from the usual tension of the daily affairs. Silently, she thanked Hunter for convincing her.
River would open her eyes sometime in the midst of her sleep only to find him between her thighs or suckling her nipples or thrusting inside her. By the end of it, she would wake up and find him lazily thrusting inside her from behind. It was as if he didn’t have any other agenda at this point in his life. And River realized what was the point of buying condoms now.
