And he certainly did.
The echoes of my moans and gasps bounced off the walls of the cabana for most of the night.
It was only after a few hours that our stamina seemed to dissipate and we fell asleep still tangled in each other's arms.
I woke up the next morning to our bodies entertwined, my face nuzzled into Adam's chest and his strong arms wrapped around my body.
I felt the warm breeze floating in through the open windows, the smell of the ocean with it.
Opening my eyes, I saw the sunlight streaming in and shadows of the palm trees dancing in the wind were cast along the walls.
Taking a deep breath, I began to trace my fingers across his chest, feeling his warm skin under my touch.
I knew by his sigh and the tightening of his grip around my waist that he had woken up.
He took a deep breath and spoke, his voice deep and husky.
"Good morning, love."
My eyes closed as his lips kissed my forehead gently.
"Good morning," I replied.
I turned around in his arms, groaning as a dull pain spread across my hips.
He hummed in amusement.
"Feeling okay?"
"No," I laughed.
"My bad."
I turned to lay on my stomach, his hand sliding up the bare skin on my back as I did so.
I sighed in content as he brushed my hair to one shoulder.
"Hungry?" Adam asked.
I hummed in response as he chuckled.
"I'm not sure why I bothered to ask."
I smiled, peeking up from my pillow.
He winked.
I blushed as I noticed his tousled hair, remembering how my fingers had been tangled in the dark curls the night before.
"I'll get something to eat," he said, pulling back the duvet.
Adam got out of the bed, his towering and muscular frame walking over to a kitchenette that sat on the other side of the room.
He opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs.
I watched as he made omelets, his broad shoulders flexing remissly with the effortless small movements.
The delicious aroma of food filled the room as he turned back to face me and walked over, balancing two plates, forks, and two mugs of coffee.
I sat up, holding the sheet to my chest to cover my nakedness.
"Breakfast in bed?" I asked, smiling. "I lucked out."
Adam laughed as he handed me the warm mug of coffee.
"Well, it was either that or you could try and manage to walk over there yourself."
Adam was right to assume I was sore. Considering I had winced even sitting up, I knew walking wouldn't be easy.
I took a sip of the hot coffee and brushed my hair out of my face as Adam sat down next to me.
He placed the plate in front of me on the bed and handed me the fork.
I took a bite of the omelet and moaned.
"Why do you not cook more often?" I asked in disbelief.
"If I can keep those noises coming out of you, I'll do it as often as you need," he said, winking and causing me to blush.
After finishing the omelet, I put the empty plate and coffee mug on the bedside table and laid back down, pulling the covers up to my chin.
Adam reached over me and placed his plate and mug down as well.
He sighed and wrapped an arm around my stomach.
"See, the nice thing about being away," he said, "is that no one can interrupt..."
I smiled, biting my lip, as I turned to look at him.
He leaned in to kiss me and his lips had barely touched mine before I heard a phone begin to ring.
"You had to say something," I laughed.
He pushed his face into his pillow and groaned loudly.
I laughed and turned around to grab his pants from the floor.
"Ignore it," he said, his voice muffled.
I reached into his pocket and pulled the ringing cell phone out.
"Here," I said, handing it to him. "It might be important."
Adam looked up from the pillow.
"If you think it's important, answer it."
I rolled my eyes at his sass and answered the call.
"Hello?"
I listened for a response as I watched Adam disappeared underneath the sheets.
"Evelyn? It's Jace..."
"Hi Jace," I said, feeling Adam's hands grip my knees and slide them apart.
"Is Adam there?"
I faltered, trying not to gasp as I felt Adam's warm breath hit the inside of my thigh.
"He's... a little busy."
I felt Adam's mouth trailing up the inside of my thigh, leaving wet kisses against the skin and I tried not to moan.
"Oh," Jace said. "Well, could you tell him that I've got a lead on your mom and dad's case?"
My eyes widened and I sat up, pulling back the covers from Adam who laid between my legs.
"Talk to him," I said quickly.
Adam rolled his eyes and sat up, grabbing the phone from me and placing it up to his ear.
"Yes?"
I watched as his expression molded into one of deep thought and concentration.
"Of course... No, do what you have to..."
His eyes drifted to me.
"Yes," he said to Jace.
My eyebrows furrowed as Adam ended the call.
"What happened?" I asked him.
"He said someone reported your dad crossing pack lines in Utah."
"What about my mom?" I asked. "Did they get them? Are they there?"
Adam shook his head.
"They're looking for them now but there was no sign of your mom."
I groaned and laid back down on the bed.
"I don't understand..."
"Don't worry about it," he said, throwing his phone back on the ground.
I shook my head.
"What else can I do but worry?," I whispered, staring at the ceiling.
Adam crawled above me, hovering over my body.
"I can think of a few things," he said, kissing my neck.
- - -
The sun was setting when the phone rang for the second time.
Adam and I were coming in off the beach when I heard the ringing and encouraged him to answer it.
Muttering something about how we shared our honeymoon with the pack, he went inside and grabbed the phone before coming back outside on the porch as he answered it.
I was drying my hair with a towel when he ended the call, all without saying a word.
"Who was it?" I asked.
"Jace," he answered, sitting down next to me on the steps.
"And?"
He sighed, letting out a deep breath.
"Your dad got away..."
I sighed and pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my chin on top of them.
Adam placed a hand on my back, rubbing it reassuringly.
"We'll get him, I promise."
I shook my head.
"And if you don't?"
He slid closer and wrapped an arm around me.
"Let me tell you something..." he said. "The day I met you and I saw that bastard put his hands on you..."
He stopped talking and laughed, although I could tell it was to cover up the anger in his voice.
"I saw him put his hands on you and your eyes glazed over, your body froze," he said. "You were used to him treating you like that, but you were still scared of him."
I gulped, looking down at the sand between my toes.
Adam shook his head.
"I've dreamed of killing him almost every night since I met you," he said honestly. "Now, I have a reason to go after him, and you think I would just let him get away?"
I was quiet for a few minutes, watching the sun set below the horizon and listening to the waves crash along the shore.
"You can't kill him," I whispered, speaking finally.
Adam shook his head in disbelief.
"I won't make any promises," he said.
"My mom needs him," I said quickly. "She won't make it without him. She's sick. He gets her the medicine she needs and he's the only one who can get it."
"She's addicted to pills?" He asked.
It was more of a statement than a question.
I nodded.
"I don't know for sure," I said sighing. "But, I think so. She had surgery when I was little to loose weight. My dad said she was ugly when she was fat, so she thought the only way to fix that would be to lose weight. But it didn't go right. She was always in pain and that's what he did to help her."
Adam was quiet for a few minutes.
"I'm sorry," he said.
I leaned down to pick up a handful of sand and sighed.
"I don't know why you're apologizing."
I felt his arm tighten around me.
"I'm sorry that you had to go through it," he said.
I wiped a tear from my cheek.
"Just promise me you'll still love me, even if I get fat," I said laughing.
Adam didn't even smile, looking at me very seriously.
"Only an insecure man would care about the number on someone else's scale."
I began to chew on the inside of my lip, rolling a grain of sand between my fingertips.
"Look at me," he said, taking my chin in his hand gently.
I glanced at him.
"I'm not an insecure man," he said firmly. "So you go ahead and get as thick as you want. I've got strong arms, I'll still be able to hold you."
"But will you want to?" I asked.
I saw his jaw clench.
"Let me show you how much I want to."
He leaned in and I felt his hand untie the bikini strap across my back.
I gasped just as his mouth covered mine and he pulled me into his chest.
His arms went under my legs and he picked me up, carrying me back inside the cabana.
- - -
After two more days, the phone rang again, this time summoning us back to the castle.
"I'm so sorry," Adam apologized.
I smiled, pulling a sundress over my head.
"You're an Alpha," I said. "I'm a Luna. We can't pretend that we can stay in this fantasy forever."
"We're not leaving this fantasy," he said. "We're taking it back with us. The honeymoon isn't over yet."
I laughed.
"Keep telling yourself that, Romeo. But our plane leaves in 20 minutes."
"There's a bed on the plane," he said, winking.
"As well as a box of files that Jace sent to catch you up on everything you've missed for the past five days."
He groaned, throwing a t-shirt into his bag.
"Don't remind me."
I laughed.
"But, rest assured, I'll be catching up on my sleep on that bed because I don't have a box of files waiting for me," I said.
He growled.
"Not fair," he muttered.
As we left the cabana he promised to bring me back.
"Looking forward to it," I said.
We walked along the shore—Adam carrying our bags and me collecting shells that washed up—before we finally reached the tarmac where the plane sat, waiting.
As soon as we boarded, I noticed the box of files that Adam had to go through and cringed.
I certainly don't envy that job.
I sat down beside a window and watched as the plane took off into the sky.
Doing exactly as I said I was going to, I went to the back and slept on the bed the entire plane ride back to the castle.
I slept contently and soundly, my body exhausted from the week.
It wasn't that Adam was too hard to handle, it was me. I had certainly made up for the time lost waiting on our wedding to come.
When Adam woke me up and informed me we had arrived, I sat up and yawned.
"You sleep more than anyone I've ever met, yet you're always tired," he said shaking his head.
"Well I didn't sleep much the last few days," I said. "Can you blame me?"
He nodded.
"Yes, I can blame you. I feel like you initiated it more than I did," he said laughing.
I shrugged.
"If you have a problem with that-"
Adam stopped me.
"I wasn't complaining."
He winked at me as he picked my bag off the ground and turned to exit the plane.
"That's what I thought," I muttered.
"I heard that."
"You were supposed to."
We made it back to the castle after driving from the airport just as it was getting dark.
I shivered watching the snow falling outside our bedroom window.
"Why is it so cold here?" I asked.
"It's March," he reminded me, setting our luggage on the bed.
I sighed.
"I think I'll take a hot bath," I said, thinking at how great it would feel on my sore muscles.
"Was that a statement or an invitation?" Adam asked.
I turned from the window to look at him.
"Which one would you like it to have been?"
A knock sounded at the door before he could answer, although I already knew what he was going to say.
"What?" Adam called out, already annoyed by the intrusions.
"It's Jace."
"Thank you for announcing yourself," Adam said sarcastically. "Care to tell me what you need?"
"Fifteen minutes of your time," Jace replied.
I watched as Adam shook his head and walked over to the bedroom door and opened it.
"I'll be back," he informed me.
"See you then," I said suggestively.
I saw how much it physically pained him to leave after hearing this, causing me to giggle.
I ran a hot bath and waited for Adam to come back.
After the water turned cold and he still had not returned, I got out of the tub and drained the water.
I put on my robe, brushed my teeth and combed my hair.
Hearing the bedroom door open, I looked over to the clock and noted it had been over two hours.
"I'm so sorry," he said walking in.
I could tell that he was mentally drained from whatever conversation he had with Jace.
"Everything alright?" I asked, leaning against the bedpost.
"Just more leads that will probably go nowhere," he said sighing.
I thought about this as he walked past me into the bathroom to shower.
When he walked back out into the bedroom after doing so, a towel around his waist, I spoke again.
"What can I do to help?" I asked.
He looked up at me and shook his head.
"Nothing," he assured me. "I've got everything under control."
I crossed my arms and sighed.
"You're stressed out," I noted. "I'm perfectly capable of helping, so let me."
He walked over to me and put his hand on the bedpost above my head, the other reaching behind me to wrap around my waist.
"Worry about it tomorrow," he said. "For now, get some sleep."
I smiled, my hands trailing down his torso to disband the towel from around his waist.
"With you next to me? Not a chance."
- - -
Author's Note: I don't write smut, as you all can probably gather from the sexual implications rather than explicit details given in the chapter. This is my choice, and while I understand that some people enjoy reading that material, I would like to say that I don't write erotica and never will. Your imaginations can far surpass my writing abilities, so use them. Leaving comments trying to persuade me otherwise will not change my mind. Thank you in advance for being respectful of this decision.