Chapter 339 Make It Up To Me

Chapter 339: Chapter 339 Make It Up To Me

Sebastian’s POV

Emilia had warned me it was all an act. Still, the second the wine splashed across my face and dripped off my chin, a real spike of anger shot through me.

Fynn, once this is over, you’re working unpaid overtime until your paws fall off.

And Emilia? Just you wait, sweetheart. You’re so screwed.

"Oh, my God..." Willow clapped a hand over her mouth.

Fynn and the others froze. Emilia hurled the glass onto the deck, let out a strangled sob, and stormed off.

I kept my voice flat and cold. "Someone go check on her."

Scott bolted after her first. Lily and Fynn followed. Only Willow stayed where she was.

"Alpha Sebastian, are you okay?"

She pulled out a handkerchief and pressed it into my hand, her eyes wide with concern. I wiped the wine from my jaw, then shook my head.

"I’m fine. She’s just having a rough day. She’ll cool off once she’s had time to calm down."

"Honestly, I can’t believe Luna Emilia would act so childish. She always seems so sweet and gentle." Willow tilted her head.

"My fault, really. I’ve spoiled her too much."

"She’s so lucky to be married to a man like you. She doesn’t even know how good she has it."

I let out a long, tired sigh. "If only she did."

I held Willow’s gaze a beat too long. "Sometimes I wish I’d ended up with a level-headed woman like you, Miss York."

Her cheeks turned pink. She ducked her head and hurried off.

Two hours before we reached the coast, Fynn tracked me down.

"Emilia’s still holed up in her room, sulking. Go smooth things over, Sebastian."

Lily piled on. "Yeah, wasn’t this supposed to be a romantic trip? You two have been at each other’s throats since last night."

Scott said nothing, but the look on his face told me he’d gladly throw a punch if I gave him half a reason.

Under all that pressure, I opened the door to Emilia’s room.

She sat on the bed, glaring daggers at me. I shut the door, leaned against it, and stared back. For three solid minutes, neither of us moved.

Then we both broke and started laughing.

Emilia tiptoed over and lowered her voice. "How was the acting?"

"Flawless."

I hooked an arm around her waist and swept her off her feet.

"So, it’s time to make it up to me, don’t you think?"

"After we’re back on dry land. We’ll be docking soon." She wriggled in my arms.

"There are still two hours left."

My patience had run dry. Fynn and I had bunked together the night before, and I’d spent the whole night dreaming about holding her.

"What if someone walks in?" she asked.

"The door’s locked."

"They’ll get suspicious if we disappear for that long," she said, still trying to talk me out of it.

"Relax. I’ll be quick."

"Quick, huh?" Ryder snorted.

"Not a chance. She’s earning every bit of payback for the last two days."

Even as I said it, I slid my hand between her thighs, parting them until my fingers grazed the edge of her underwear.

Emilia sucked in a sharp breath and melted back into the mattress, her body giving up the fight before she did. Her dress was short to begin with, and now it rode up over her hips.

My fingers traced slow lines over the fabric, teasing, coaxing.

"God, love, you’re soaked already." I slipped my hand beneath the lace and kept working her, stroking, circling, learning every reaction.

The more she squirmed, the harder it got to hold myself back. I could see the same hunger flickering in her eyes. I fought down the ache straining against my zipper. Not yet. She didn’t get what she wanted just yet.

When my fingers finally slid inside her, she moaned and started rolling her hips to meet me.

"That’s it," I murmured against her ear, my other hand sliding beneath the neckline of her dress to palm her breast. "Don’t hold back. Let me take care of you."

I worked in a second finger, never breaking rhythm. She came apart, chasing my hand, past caring about anything.

I felt her clench around me, quickened my pace, and she shattered.

Grinning, I drew my fingers out slow, then brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean, humming low.

"Mmm, Emilia... best thing I’ve ever tasted. You have no idea how much I’ve missed this."

Her face flushed scarlet, the color mixing with the flush from her release, and it about undid me.

I dragged my hand over her breast, leaving her arching for more.

But Emilia clearly wasn’t about to just take it lying down.

She lunged up and crushed her mouth to mine, hands already working my belt loose, then dropped to her knees on the bed.

She eyed me, licked her lips, and took me into her mouth. She traced her tongue over the head, sucked, then licked all the way down to the base and back up before swallowing me whole.

A groan tore out of me. She slid down my length, savoring every inch, taking me deep into her throat.

She had me completely at her mercy, and she knew it. One hand cradling me, the other stroking, her mouth working in tandem, she pulled sound after sound out of me until goosebumps ran up my arms. I fisted a hand in her hair and took over, rocking my hips, driving deeper.

"Oh, Emilia... you’re going to be the death of me. You want me to finish in that pretty mouth of yours?"

"Mmm," she hummed around me, never letting up.

I snapped my hips faster, chasing it, drowning in her.

Then I let go with a groan, spilling hot into her mouth.

She swallowed every drop, sucking and licking me clean like she wouldn’t waste a thing.

She lifted her head, my eyes burning with want. I hauled her up and kissed her hard, tongue tangling with hers, a low sound rumbling in my chest.

I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her onto my lap, right against my half-hard length, grinding slow as I breathed into her ear.

"You’re wrecking me, love. You planning to make up for the whole two days in one shot?"