We finished the wine as we watched the sun go down over the hills, then cleaned up. We stripped down and shifted, shaking out our fur. “Where do you want to go?”
“Let’s check out the beach first.” We followed the trail down to Sprigg Inlet, chasing each other in the sand and running in the surf. Heading up the other side, we got to a point about a hundred and fifty feet wide before cliffs went down to the next beach, which was slightly larger. I sniffed around the edge, finally laying down at the end of the point above the crashing surf. “This is incredible,” I said.
Nicholas was breathing hard next to me after our game of chase. He looked at the point. “You know, if you were to build on this point, you’d have amazing views out of three sides of the house.”
“Is it wide enough?”
“We could find out. Make it two stories to double the views, a little longer than wider to match the Point, but the vistas would be spectacular. Cliffs on three sides, overlooking two beaches, and miles of ocean in front.”
I didn’t know how to tell him that I’d fallen in love with this place, so I just agreed. Ten minutes later, he suggested we run the perimeter, and I reluctantly got up.
We returned to the resort two hours later, after checking out the border and the other buildings. One thing we agreed on was that we needed some independent advice. I made a few phone calls, asking my parents, Leo, and Adrienne to join us tomorrow at dinnertime with plans to stay for two more days.
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I woke to the most amazing feelings in the world.
My hands moved to touch the head between my thighs as my mate teased and licked at my slightly-sore lady bits. I cracked an eye open to see the blanket popped up around him, and behind him, the picture windows showed the ocean in the morning light. “Mmmmm,” I moaned softly as his tongue moved slowly up to circle my ‘man in a boat.’ “Don’t stop, baby.”
He kept up the teasing as I woke up, working me to a very pleasurable orgasm that had me wrapping my legs around him and convulsing. When the spasms stopped, I let him go and flipped the sheets down to expose him. “You can wake me like that all the time,” I said.
“Except when you wake me that way,” he teased as he moved up my body. His cock had been up for a while and was raring to go. Moving between my legs, he found the spot and pushed forward until fully sheathing himself in me. “So good,” he said.
“Gentle, I’m a little sore,” I told him. We took our time making love, him on top for a bit, then I rolled him over and rode him. My favorite was reverse cowgirl, with both of us able to see the ocean view as we rocked together. I was building to a peak, helped by his fingers reaching around between my legs, and I started moving faster. “Cum with me, my mate.”
I bounced on him for a few more strokes, then slammed down on him with a scream as my release came. He held onto my hips and pushed up, emptying his balls inside me. When the tremors ended, he rolled us onto our sides. When he fell out, he got up and went to the bathroom, bringing back a wet washcloth and a towel for me. “We made a mess,” I said as I looked down at the wet spot we’d left. “The whole place smells like sex, and my parents will be here tonight.
“I’m sure there are fresh sheets around, and your parents expect the place to smell this way since we are newly mated. I’m sure there are fresh sheets somewhere, and I can open up the doors and air it out.”
“I’ll make breakfast while you do,” I told him. I cleaned up and dressed, then went into the kitchen. It had dropped into the sixties overnight, so I opened the doors and windows to let the sea breezes through. I found bacon, eggs, and pancake mix and was cooking things up when Nicholas came out of the bedroom. “I can’t get over these views,” I told him as I flipped the pancakes.
“I know. What do you want to do today?” He came into the kitchen next to me, and I handed over the bacon duties to him. I loved that he knew how to cook and clean; I’d have to thank Dorothy for raising him that way.
“Take a look at the other buildings and the property line in the daylight? We could take the ATV out.”
“That sounds good. Alessandro left a property map by the door. Maybe in the afternoon, we could use the jetski to explore from the water?”
Now THAT would be fun. We looked over the property documents as we ate breakfast out on the deck, building up our energy for the long day. “What is the climate here like?”
“You’re right on the ocean, so a lot depends on which way the wind is blowing.” He pulled up climate data on his phone, while I pulled up Miesville, what I was used to, on my phone. “We’re in summer now, with January the hottest month.”
“It’s pretty dang nice for summer,” I said.
“Unless the wind is blowing from the Outback and deserts north of us, the ocean keeps things tempered. Record heat is one hundred and eight, but most summers, we don’t see a hundred.” He flipped over to the forecast, which had crazy weather cycles. Today was going to be ninety-one, then the next two days in the sixties before a couple more days with highs in the eighties again.
“It’s like Duluth up on Lake Superior; if you don’t like the weather, just wait,” I said with a chuckle.
“Our winter is cool, sometimes rainy, but nothing like what I see in Miesville. Record lows are just above freezing. If we want snow, we have to go to the mountains. With the wind and cool, it’s lots of slickers and sweaters.”
“It sounds a lot like the Pacific Northwest,” I said. “Not as much rain. I can tell by the vegetation that this is a more arid climate.”
“Cool, dry, and sunny isn’t a bad combination.”
I had to agree; my wolf preferred cooler weather to the hot tropics. “How far are we from your parents and the other Pack members in Port Lincoln?”
He snorted. “Not that far as the crow flies, but the helicopter is a LOT faster than the other options.” He pulled up the map on his phone. “Seven and a half hours driving, IF you time the ferry ride perfectly.” He showed me the map; you had to drive north through Adelaide, take a ferry across the Spencer Gulf from Wallaroo to Lucky Bay, then another three hours driving south along the west side to get home.” He pressed some more buttons. “Heck, it’s only nine hours to Melbourne.”
“Getting a pilot’s license is sounding better all the time,” I said with a grin. “We should see if there’s a suitable place to put in an airstrip or an airport nearby we could use.”
“And a helipad.” That would be easy, and we could put one near the house. “What about your school?”
He leaned back in his chair. “I don’t think I can be a full-time medical student and an Alpha, especially with everything we have going on,” he said. “Working with Leo while you finished the tour showed me just how much I need to learn. The Pack is more important right now.”
Unfortunately, I knew just how he felt. My school had to take a backseat to my modeling and production work, and that was before I became Alpha of a scattered Pack. It was only going to get worse. “What are you going to do instead?”
He tapped on the table. “I’ve got a couple of options. One is to stay here and guide the Pack while you are filming in the States. Leo, Ivan, and Adrienne all volunteered to visit to help train me.” I thanked Luna that they were so invested in us succeeding. I’d grown up learning about the Alpha position that Nicholas and the Southern Cross Pack just found out existed. “They also said I could fly back to the States with you and visit the Miesville and Stillwater Packs while you are at sea.”
“I’ll be gone for three months filming, starting in the spring,” I said.
“I’d like to do both. I’d ask if Leo can help me here for six weeks, then I’d fly to the States with them and spend the last six weeks there. That way, we can take a vacation together before flying back home. Maybe Hawaii this time, to cut down the flight times?”
I smiled at that; Hawaii would be epic. Maybe I could film an episode there too? There was also San Diego, where I hoped to be able to film training with the SEALs. “We can do that.”
“If I have time, I’d like to start taking business classes. I can do most of it from here by video and computer, maybe driving up to Adelaide when I need to be there in person.”
“Not medicine?”
He reached his hand over and touched my hand. “You need help running Sharkbait Productions and the Sharkbait Foundation. We’re going to be handling millions of dollars in assets and investments, plus you will be busy with the Pack and the Australian Council. Luna made me your mate so I could help shoulder some of this load you’re carrying, and this is the way to do it.”
I loved him so much, it hurt. I moved over, snuggling into his arms, and just enjoying the feeling of a mate who put me first. “Who do we leave in charge while we are gone?” We hadn’t announced the structure of the Pack yet, as we were still working on the holdout families to get them to join us.