Chasing His Scentless Mate

Chapter 401 Escaping to Paradise

Joseph’s POV

On our way to the marina, Ava and I sent messages to our friends explaining we’d be at sea until Monday. Their reactions ranged from annoyed to outright indignant, especially Eleanor who bombarded us with texts demanding immediate updates.

"Eleanor’s threatening to swim after us if we don’t call her by tomorrow," Ava laughed, showing me her phone screen filled with all-caps messages and excessive emojis.

I kissed her temple while keeping one hand on the steering wheel. "Let her try. I’m not sharing you with anyone this weekend."

"Antonio texted asking if everything went according to plan," Ava said, scrolling through her messages. "Your nephew is quite the gossip, isn’t he?"

I chuckled, thinking about my chatty but well-meaning nephew. "That kid can’t keep a secret to save his life. By now, half the pack probably knows we’re together."

"Only half?" Ava raised an eyebrow. "I’d bet my chocolate stash that everyone knows by now."

The thought of my whole pack buzzing about us should have bothered me. After all, it was the famous playboy Alpha finally getting caught. But, to my surprise, I felt nothing but pride. Let them talk. Let them all know that Ava was mine.

We arrived at the marina where my yacht was already prepared and waiting. The captain nodded respectfully as we approached, helping Ava aboard while the crew loaded our supplies. Within minutes, we were gliding across the harbor toward my private island retreat.

I watched Ava as she stood at the bow, her hair whipping in the wind, face tilted toward the sun. She looked radiant, completely at peace.

"This is perfect timing," I murmured to Dean.

"Agreed," my wolf responded.

The small island came into view about an hour later.

The entire Saturday passed in a blur of laughter, lovemaking, swimming, and talking. We shared stories about the month we’d been apart, though I carefully avoided mentioning my father’s ongoing investigation for rape and other charges. Some topics could wait.

Sunday morning, I woke to an empty bed and the smell of coffee. I found Ava in the kitchen wearing nothing but a tiny white bikini under a sheer, short mint-green cover-up that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

"Moon Goddess," I breathed, taking in the sight of her. "You might as well be naked in that thing."

Ava turned with a mischievous smile. "That’s exactly the reaction I was hoping for."

"Indecent exposure?" I suggested, pulling her against me.

"Precisely." She nodded, her smile widening as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I kissed her deeply, lifting her onto the counter where she faced me, legs wrapping around my waist. I tugged at the flimsy cover-up, tossing it aside.

"Sweetheart, that barely qualifies as a bikini," I growled, my voice thick with desire.

"It covers all the essential bits," she defended with a grin while I stared hungrily at her stunning figure.

"Well, it looks amazing on you, but it barely covers anything at all."

She laughed heartily at that.

"I bought it specifically for you," she admitted, admiring herself. "Though it looks good enough I might wear it to the public beach."

I landed a light smack on her perfect ass, making her gasp. "Don’t you dare show what’s mine to other men."

"If that’s how you spank me, I might have to wear even less to the beach," she teased with a devilish smirk that nearly drove me insane.

"So my mate likes being spanked?" I lifted her off the counter and stood up from the couch. "On your knees, baby. You’re going to pay for seducing me." Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she positioned herself according to my command.

Ava was absolute perfection—beautiful, sensual, romantic yet confident, more adventurous and playful than any woman I’d ever known. She fascinated me completely.

Watching her on all fours in that barely-there white bikini, her athletic body a masterpiece, I wanted to pounce immediately. But she craved something different, and I was more than happy to oblige.

I began with gentle touches, my fingertips trailing from her shoulders down her spine. I caressed her upturned ass before sliding down her thighs. When my hands moved back up, I paused at her center, slipping my fingers beneath the bikini bottom. She was already wet, releasing a soft moan. I withdrew my hand to stroke her right cheek as she turned to look at me.

"Think I need sexual stimulants, Ava?" I asked in a commanding tone before landing a sharp smack on her right buttock. "Answer me." I smacked harder, drawing another moan from her.

"Maybe," she teased, clearly enjoying herself. I landed another hard smack on her left cheek, making her moan louder.

"My cock isn’t enough to satisfy that greedy pussy?" Another hard smack made her moan even louder.

"Your cock is delicious, and my pussy always wants more," she replied coyly.

I spanked her harder, then slipped my fingers beneath the thin fabric to find her clit, beginning to stimulate her. She grew wetter, her moans intensifying. Another smack, and she moaned louder still. I withdrew my fingers to slap directly against her center, feeling more fluid escape as she cried out.

Her tiny bikini bottoms were soaked through as Ava writhed under my touch, moaning as I caressed her center.

"That’s it, baby, moan for your man like the little vixen you are," I spanked her again before removing her bottoms.

My cock was rock-hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. I spread the moisture evenly, pushed aside her ridiculously small bikini bottoms, and thrust into her in one smooth motion. Ava gasped and cried out.

"Joseph, more, I need more," she begged.

"More, baby? Then take it." I spanked her again before beginning to thrust powerfully and rapidly inside her.

Ava released intoxicating moans, each one firing my desire higher. I knew every filthy word I spoke would excite her more, so I didn’t hold back.

"Say it, baby, say you’re my little vixen," I whispered in her ear.

"I’m your vixen... oh... and you’re my sexy man... mmm... I love how you fuck me hard and fast. Ah..."

She responded perfectly to my stimulation. This woman drove me wild. I fucked her hard and fast as requested, spanking her perfect ass.

I leaned close to her, kissing, nipping, and sucking at her neck. I slipped my hand into her bikini top to find her hardened nipple, pinching and rolling it between my fingers.

"Mmm, Ava, your pussy is so greedy. If you keep squeezing me like that, I won’t last much longer," I whispered in her ear, making her moan.

"Joseph..." Ava gasped and moaned, "I’m coming, I’m... ahhhh!"

Ava released a soul-shattering cry as she reached her climax. I felt her walls tighten around my cock, pulsing as her hot, sweet release flowed around me. I could no longer hold back. With one final thrust, I buried myself completely inside her and released.

"Incredible!" I kept her in position for a moment.

When I withdrew, she moaned again. I laid her on her back on the couch, then pressed myself on top of her, pulling aside her bikini top to expose her breasts. Like a starving man, I began sucking one breast while kneading the other, licking, nipping, kissing. I alternated between them, always grabbing with my hand the breast my mouth had just left.

"I thought you were going to take my bikini off," Ava moaned.

"No, my goddess, it looks too beautiful on you. I want to fuck you in it all day," I answered with a playful laugh.

And that’s exactly what I did. I claimed that woman in every way possible throughout the day. We made love, we fucked—sometimes I was gentle and considerate, other times wild and uninhibited. I took her hard and fast, then slow and tender. I simply wanted to make up for all the longing before facing the reality that awaited us back home.