Chapter 187: Sex in the cabin
Rebecca’s POV
I didn’t know where the boldness came from. Maybe it was the adrenaline still buzzing through my veins from almost dying today. Maybe it was the way Kaden had thrown himself between me and death without hesitation. Or maybe it was the raw, hungry way his green eyes tracked my every movement, like I was the only thing anchoring him to sanity.
I stood up slowly from my seat, my hands trembling only a little as I reached for the hem of my simple top. Kaden’s gaze sharpened instantly, watching me with that intense, adoring fire that made my core throb.
Fuck... he’s looking at me like I’m a goddess.
My fingers caught the hem of my simple top. I peeled it up and off, letting it drop to the floor. Cool cabin air kissed my bare skin, tightening my nipples into hard peaks. Kaden’s breath hitched. He spread his thick, powerful thighs wider on the leather seat, leaning back like a dark king on his throne. His gaze was heavy, devouring—lingering on the swell of my breasts, the dip of my waist, the curve of my hips. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, but said nothing. Those eyes told me everything: I was beautiful. Desired. His.
I hooked my thumbs into my pants and underwear, sliding them down my legs inch by inch. The fabric whispered against my skin until I stepped out, completely naked before him. My pussy was already slick, aching, the cool air making me acutely aware of how wet I was. Kaden’s cock strained visibly against his pants. He looked at me like I was a goddess he wanted to ruin and worship in the same breath.
I moved forward on unsteady legs and sank to my knees between his spread thighs. My hands trembled only slightly as I reached for his zipper. The sound of it lowering filled the quiet cabin. I freed his thick, heavy cock—it sprang out, rock-hard, veins pulsing, the broad head already glistening with precum. The sheer size and heat of it made my mouth water and my core clench.
Kaden groaned deep in his chest as I wrapped my fingers around the base, feeling him throb against my palm. I leaned in slowly, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to the tip before licking around the head like a lollipop—slow, deliberate circles with the flat of my tongue, savoring the salty musk of him. His hips twitched, a low grunt escaping him. "Rebecca..." The way he said my name, rough and reverent, sent a fresh gush of wetness down my thighs.
I took him deeper, my lips stretching around his girth as I sucked him into the wet heat of my mouth. Inch by inch, I bobbed my head, hollowing my cheeks, my tongue swirling along the underside. I pushed further until he nudged the back of my throat, gagging softly but holding there, breathing through my nose. The fullness made my eyes water, but I loved it—the way he filled me, the power I held over this brutal Alpha in this moment. My own pussy throbbed in time with every suck, aching to be filled.
While I worshipped his cock with long, sloppy pulls—wet sounds echoing—Kaden leaned forward. His hand smoothed down my back, over the curve of my ass, then between my thighs. Thick fingers parted my soaked folds, rubbing my clit in slow, teasing circles before plunging two fingers deep inside me.
I moaned loudly around his cock, the vibration making him curse and buck gently into my mouth. "So fucking wet," he growled, his voice gravelly. His fingers curled, stroking that perfect spot inside me while I continued sucking him—deep, rhythmic bobs that had drool slipping down my chin. He fucked my mouth with shallow thrusts, matching the pace of his fingers pumping into my dripping pussy. Pleasure coiled tighter in my belly, my moans muffled and needy around his thick length.
He was getting close—I felt him swell even thicker, his balls tightening. His hand tightened slightly in my hair, not forcing but holding me there as his control frayed. Just when I thought he’d flood my throat, he pulled out with a wet pop, breathing hard.
In one smooth motion, he lifted me onto his lap. Our eyes locked—intense, vulnerable, burning. I reached between us, gripping his slick cock and positioning it at my entrance. Slowly, so slowly, I sank down. The stretch was exquisite, burning pleasure as he filled me inch by thick inch until my ass rested against his thighs and he was buried to the hilt. "Fuck, Rebecca," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips. "So tight. So perfect."
He started thrusting up into me—deep, powerful rolls of his hips that made me gasp and cling to his shoulders. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a messy kiss. Our tongues tangled as he fucked me steadily, building the rhythm. One hand spanked my ass with a sharp, stinging slap that made me clench around him. "That’s it, baby," he murmured against my lips. "Ride me. Take what you need from your Alpha."
The pleasure built in waves, slow and devastating. He pulled me up suddenly, standing with me still impaled on his cock for a heart-stopping moment before setting me on my knees on the wide couch, facing the window. "On your knees," he commanded softly, his voice thick. "Face the glass."
I obeyed, bracing my palms on the cool window as the evening clouds drifted far below. Kaden stripped fully behind me, his naked body radiating heat as he knelt and lined up. He pushed back inside me in one long, slow slide, groaning as my walls fluttered around him. The new angle let him hit impossibly deep. He started fucking me with long, rolling strokes—pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in, grinding against that spot that made my toes curl.
He leaned over me, chest to my back, kissing and sucking along my neck and shoulder. "You feel so good," he whispered hotly, one hand cupping and squeezing my breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. The other slid down to circle my swollen clit in perfect time with his thrusts. "My strong, beautiful girl. I’d tear apart anyone who tries to take you from me. You’re mine, Rebecca. Say it with your body even if your words fight it."
Our moans filled the cabin—loud, unrestrained. The wet slap of his hips against my ass, my gasps, his deep grunts. The guards had to hear, but it only made it filthier. He fucked me hard yet with a strange tenderness, every thrust laced with possession and something softer.
He pulled out and flipped me onto my back on the couch. He spread my legs wide, hooking them over his broad shoulders. The weight of him pressed me down as he drove into me—slow at first, then building to powerful, grinding thrusts that rubbed my clit with every movement. "Look at me," he demanded, his eyes locked on mine. "Feel how deep I am. This pussy knows who it belongs to." Sweat slicked our skin; I could feel every ridge of his cock dragging inside me.
Then he stood, pulling me up with him. He turned me to face him, lifted one of my legs high against his hip, and slid back in standing. The position was raw and exposed—he fucked me with deep, upward strokes while his thumb rubbed my clit and his mouth claimed mine in a bruising kiss. "So fucking wet and tight for me. Come on, baby. Let go."
Finally, he sat back and turned me to face away—reverse. I sank down onto him again, riding hard. His hands guided my hips, spanking my ass red while he thrust up to meet me. He reached around to pinch my nipples and rub my clit, whispering filthy praise: "Bounce on my cock like the good girl you are. I love feeling you squeeze me."
I rode him hard, bouncing on his thick length while his hands guided my hips and spanked my ass red. He reached around to play with my clit and breasts, whispering hot against my ear, "You’re so fucking perfect. Come for me again."
The pleasure crested impossibly high. I shattered around him with a loud cry, my walls pulsing and milking him. Kaden followed with a deep, guttural moan, thrusting up hard as he spilled inside me, filling me with hot pulses of his release.
We collapsed together, panting, his arms wrapping around me tightly as he kissed my shoulder and neck with surprising tenderness. The cabin smelled of sex and us. For a long moment, there was only the hum of the engines and our slowing heartbeats.
I didn’t know what this meant—any of it. But in his arms, after nearly dying and being claimed so thoroughly, I felt... safe. Wanted. Even if everything else was still a terrifying mess.