Chapter 99

Ollie’s POV

As heat rushes to my face, I’m about to turn away when he glances back. His eyes lock with mine and I freeze, caught. How long did he know I was here? I suspect from the start. Hugh likes to play these kinds of games.

As he holds my gaze, he starts to smirk, and that’s when I know for sure.

I’m caught in his trap.

Turning toward me, I can see his full bare torso. The water laps at his waist, but I know what’s waiting for me just under the waves.

He lifts his hand and beckons me closer, and suddenly I can understand the stories of sailors who were coaxed from their boats by sirens in the water. I think I would so easily follow him, even down to the depths.

So it’s nothing really for me to step forward on the shore, until the water is licking at my ankles.

“Wait,” he calls. I’m so attuned to his voice, I can hear it distinctly even with the crashing waves. “Take off your clothes first. You wouldn’t want to get them wet.”

I give him a look that says, Really? Though I’m not sure how much he can discern from his distance, especially with my mask on.

“Don’t be a coward,” he says. “I’m naked.”

I’m no coward, and I’m certainly not one to back down from a challenge. So, after one huffy breath which I hope will signal my annoyance at all this, I start to take off my sundress. Once removed, I leave it folded on the sand and start forward again.

“Bra and panties too,” Hugh scolds. He raises a brow. “Unless you want me to come and undress you.”

As he starts forward toward the beach, the water lowers and lowers, covering less and less of his body. Soon, I start to see the shape of his dick.

My embarrassment flashes hot. “I can do it alone!”

He pauses. “Show me then.”

Frustrated, I reach behind me and unclasp my bra. I try not to think overmuch about what I’m doing. I just take off my bra and my panties and rest them on top of my sundress, careful not to let them touch the sand. The last thing I was is to have the coarse sand wedged in my private areas.

Hugh is a lazy shark in the water, looking his fill, waiting dangerously for me to come closer.

And soon, I do, kicking my way through the waves, until they lap at my thighs and then finally my own waist as I come to stand beside him.

The water is warm for the ocean but still cool on my bare skin. I shiver a little, though part of that might have been because Hugh’s gaze drops straight to my breasts, where my nipples are hardening into tight buds.

“Gods, you have a hot little body, don’t you?” Hugh says. Lifting both hands, he traces the shape of my breasts without touching them. I shiver again at the phantom touch. Even with the half inch between his skin and mine, I can feel his warmth.

Werewolves burn hotter than humans, and Alphas doubly so.

“Hugh, stop teasing me…” I whine a little, hoping he will close the distance.

“Why? It’s so much fun.”

“Wouldn’t you rather actually touch me?” I ask.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he says, his grin all predator, like a cat who finally caught the canary. “Maybe I just like watching you squirm.”

Squirming, I am, gently leaning closer to his hands, wanting to feel them on me. Frustratingly, he keeps himself very steady, even as my nipples graze against his palms and my eye lids flutter.

“Maybe it would be more fun to touch…” he admits after a moment, and at last his hands cup my breasts, as he greedily massages and squeezes. His fingers curl, moving until he can flick his thumbs over my hardened nipples.

I press closer to him, my hips moving all on their own, until I’m up against his, feeling his hard dick in the space between us, burning hot despite the cool waters around us.

“Gods, you have perfect tits,” Hugh says. “Though I guess I can’t be surprised. You were made for me and my brothers, so everything about you would have to be perfect.” One side of his grin lifts higher than the other. “Perhaps I should inspect the rest of you to make sure.”

One of his hands leaves my breasts to slide around my waist instead. There, he dips down and cups a handful of my ass.

He hums pleasantly.

I wait patiently for a compliment, while my skin tingles and my core begs for attention.

I have it, when he leans down and captures my mouth with his. As I gasp, he sweeps his tongue into my mouth.

From there, I’m overcome with varying feelings, the cold of the water licking my bare skin. The fire of Hugh’s hands, as he pays attention to my breasts and ass. The wet heat in my mouth, sparking with each press of Hugh’s tongue to mine.

Yet, before I can fully lose myself, he leans back. His eyes soften as he looks down at me, and then glances up at the sky.

“Look,” he says. Shifting both hands to my waist now, he helps me turn toward the open ocean. There, I see the sun setting at the horizon line. The sunset paints the sky with purples and oranges, with the golden clouds glowing brightly. The water reflects everything, a colorful canvas, as the sun seems to dip down, disappearing within itself.

I’ve witnessed sunsets before, but nothing like this.

It’s absolutely gorgeous.

Despite how hot my body still feels, I’m utterly enthralled with the view.

With Hugh’s arms around my waist, he steps into the space behind me, tugging my back against his chest.

“We should meet here every night,” he says. “The sunsets are always like this, though… I’ve never seen one quite this beautiful before.” He turns me a little, so that I can see his face. Looking at me, there’s a tenderness in his eyes that I never would have expected from him. “It must be because you are here.”

His words make my heart ache. Why can’t he be like this all the time? With Ollie, and not just his Angel?

If he could always be this gentle with my heart, if we could be like this off the island…

But that’s impossible isn’t it? This sunset, this closeness with the brothers, it’s all a dream.

The moment I leave the island, everything will change back to how it was. Hugh will hate me again.

“Hugh…” I start to say, because it hurts not to.

Yet, before I can continue, a large wave drags the water back and then forward, crashing over us both.

Hugh laughs as the wave, pushing the wet hair away from his face.

But I immediately turn away from him, putting new distance between us.

“What is it, little fox?” he asks me. “Are you alright?”

He’s not teasing now. There’s a touch of worry in his voice for how fast I turned away.

Quickly, I raise my hand to touch my face. My bare face.

“My mask…” I say. “I’ve lost my mask!”