10. Chapter 10

Rachel

Sig threads his fingers through mine and leads me toward the hot tub. It's shaped like a giant bathtub and filled with bubbles and dozens of rubber duckies.

My heart thunders loudly as I stare at the tub. "Seventy-five duckies, right?"

"Fifty, actually. Seventy-five is the lazy river."

"Right," I say. My voice quavers.

"If you don't want to do this—"

"I do. I want to." I grab Sig's strong shoulders and pull him closer. I tangle one hand through his wet hair, stand on my tiptoes, and press my lips hungrily against his.

I can't resist the electric chemistry between us, but I also can't quite wrap my mind around the fact that the man I want shifts into a rubber duckie.

If Sig hadn't transformed while his lips were on mine, I still wouldn't believe it. But I know I'm not going crazy. Sig is definitely real, supernatural, and the most skilled and intoxicating kisser I've ever met.

He cups the back of my neck and ravages my lips hungrily as his other hand traces tantalizingly slow circles around my nipple, massaging it through my bikini top.

I arch into his touch and moan in pleasure. Every nerve in my body is on fire, begging for more, but just when I think I can't take it anymore and I'm about to grab his hand and slide it right where I want it, he pulls away, leaving me aching with desire.

"Come on." He takes my hand and guides me into the steamy tub. The water envelops us in its warmth as he guides me to the edge of the tub.

The jets pulsate against my skin, sending shivers through me as he pulls me onto his lap. His hands roam over my body as I straddle him, the hot bulge in his swim trunks rubbing against my core. I feel every inch of his desire beneath me and pump my hips, rubbing myself against him as the pleasure builds.

"Not yet." Sig grabs my hips and keeps me still, then his lips hungrily meet mine.

"More," I moan. "Please."

Sig pulls me off his lap and settles me on the bench. Warm water jets massage my back as Sig slips underwater and disappears beneath a sea of bubbles and duckies.

"What are you—"

That's as far as I get before his hands are on me. He slides my bikini bottoms to the side and slips a finger inside me. I moan and clench around it, then let out a surprised cry when he runs his tongue along my slit.

"Sig!" I try to pull him back up. "The s-soap," I moan as he sucks on my clit. "Air."

I need him to come up for air!

But it's almost like the man doesn't need to breathe. Or maybe he's so good he can make ten seconds of pleasure feel like an eternity.

He teases my clit with the tip of his tongue and pumps his finger in and out of my pussy, over and over again.

Five. Six. Seven. Eight.

I count each time he fingers me—proof that more time has passed—but Sig doesn't resurface. He also doesn't stop.

The pleasure builds alongside my panic. I grab fistfuls of his hair, but before I can yank him up, he slips a second finger inside me.

"Oh yes. Just like that." My hips fly up off the bench, and I forget that I'm in a hot tub and Sig is still underwater, and he needs to come up for air.

All I can do is ride his fingers, seeking release. Twenty-five. Twenty-six. Twenty-seven.

He needs to breathe!

But if he was running out of air, he wouldn't be using his tongue on my clit.

"More," I plead, hoping he can hear me underwater. "I'm so close. Please, Sig. Please."

Desperate for release, I yank on his hair. Not to pull him out of the water, but to keep him right where I need him.

And boy does he deliver.

I whimper and grind against his face, begging his magical tongue to keep licking me, just like that, until the pleasure builds and explodes through me in a tidal wave.

I scream, the sound echoing through the water park. Luckily, Sig gave all the staff the day off in preparation for tomorrow, so there isn't anyone around to hear me aside from the fifty duckies watching me as they bob on the water's surface.

Luckily, none of them are shifters—or, at least, I hope they're not. And I'm honestly too spent to care.

I sag back against the side of the Jacuzzi. The massage jets hit my back, and I let out a satisfied sigh.

Sig resurfaces a split second later, an equally satisfied grin on his face. I expect him to suck in a huge breath, or at least wipe the soap bubbles from his eyes, but aside from the smug look, the man acts like he wasn't just underwater, giving me the most magical orgasm of my life.

"How long can you hold your breath?" I ask.

"Forever."

"No, seriously."

"I am being serious." He smiles sheepishly. "It's one of my shifter powers. I don't need to breathe when I'm underwater."

"One of your shifter powers? Does that mean you have others?"

"Just one. I'll show you." He lifts me up off the bench like I weigh nothing and gives me a slow, lazy kiss, which quickly turns heated.

"Tell me you want me, Rachel," he demands.

"I want you, Sig. So much."

He rubs his hard length against my core, and my eyes widen.

When did he have time to ditch his swim trunks?

His impressive cock peeks out from amidst a sea of bubbles and duckies, and I reach for it.

I cup his throbbing length and stroke up and down. He lets out a surprised gasp that sounds almost like a squeak. And the fact that I have this power over him is intoxicating.

"Enough." Sig grabs my wrist and pins my arm behind my back.

My eyes widen and a wave of desire courses through me as he settles me on his cock and claims me like a man possessed.

I dig my nails into his slick back as he thrusts, each movement more powerful than the last. The heat and steam from the hot tub only add to the intensity.

I gasp and arch my back, pushing my breasts into his chest when Sig suddenly pulls me off his erection and spins me around so my back is to him.

"Trust me," he growls in my ear, his voice low and full of promise.

I nod, because I do. Even though I haven't known Sig long, I trust him implicitly.

He pins my arms behind my back with one powerful hand and slides inside me. Then he grabs a rubber duckie from the hot tub's surface and presses it against my clit.

Before I can react, the plastic toy begins to vibrate. The sensation shoots through my body, sending shockwave after shockwave of pleasure coursing through me. I clench around his cock and scream my release, my body shaking and legs trembling so hard I'd sink into the water if Sig wasn't holding me up.

"You liked that, didn't you?" His hot breath caresses my ear.

All I can do is nod.

"Good." He lifts me up and spins me around to face him.

His eyes glint with a mixture of satisfaction and desire as he lifts me up and settles me on the tip of his cock.

He thrusts into me with a fierceness that takes my breath away. Harder, deeper, he pushes me closer and closer to the edge all over again.

The water sloshes around us, and I almost miss his whispered words.

"I love you, Rachel."

I clench around his hard length, his words sending me right over the edge. The orgasm ripples through me, my muscles clenching around him as he continues to thrust.

And then I can't hold back the words. "I love you too, Sig."

His cock swells inside me at my words, and he tightens his grip around me. With one final deep thrust, he comes with a bellow so loud it causes several birds to take flight.

I sag against him, completely spent, then gasp as I feel him swell inside me again.

"Did you just…"

Sig chuckles. "Remember that other shifter power I mentioned?"

I nod, eyes wide.

"Just like a rubber duckie, I always bounce back."

I giggle.

"Rubber duckies are no laughing matter." He slides out of me and slams back into me, hard.

"I wasn't laughing—"

He slams into me again.

"I know you weren't laughing," he says, pupils dilated, dark stormy eyes locked on mine. "Because I was about to make you scream."

And, true to his word, he does. Over and over again, with his cock, with his mouth, with his fingers. Until I'm so exhausted, I start to doze off. Only then does he settle me on his lap, his hard cock still inside me.

He gazes into my eyes. "I meant what I said earlier, Rachel."

My mind is too fuzzy to follow, so I just shake my head.

"I love you," he declares, looking at me with such intensity that I can't help but blush.

"I—"

"Let me finish," he interrupts, placing a finger over my lips. "I don't want you to say it back unless you really mean it, okay? Because I know you only said it—"

"Sig—"

"In the heat of the moment! But—"

"Sig—"

"Shh, let me finish. I meant every word of what I said."

"Sig!"

He stops and raises an eyebrow slightly.

"I love you."

His face lights up, but he still looks unsure. "You don't have to say it back right now. I'll give you time."

"I love you," I repeat. "I don't need time. I fell for you the moment I saw you, and I've been falling for you more and more with every moment."

He hugs me tight, and it feels like everything in my life finally falls into place. "Will you spend forever with me, Rachel?"

I nod. "Forever sounds perfect."