Alpha's Atonement

Chapter 17 - Journey to Eastern Islands

Next morning as I continue to take shower after packing for the trip, I begin to feel nervous on what could happen. I hear Nicholas sliding the door and coming in. He steps behind me and slowly grabs my waist as the hot water was running through my chest. His hands reach lower and lower and he begins to press on my c******s, he turns me on so fast. His other hand slowly grabs my neck and he brings my mouth closer to his kisses me. I could barely stand as the jolt of electricity rushes through me. He bends me forward and separates my legs apart. I hold onto the shower tap for my dear life. He leaned down, his relentless tongue tracing a burning path down my neck and straight to my n*****s. He sucked on them fiercely, biting gently until I was squealing into the shower room, my head snapping back against the wall as my thighs shook uncontrollably.. His thumb was playing with my c**t at the exact same time, keeping the pressure just right. The sheer friction pushed me right to the edge; the more he rammed his tongue in, the wetter I got, my inner muscles twitching and squeezing his mouth helplessly.He grabbed both of my wrists, bringing my hands to my back and gripping them tightly in one of his large palms, completely locking me down so I couldn't move an inch.

He positioned himself and drove his d**k deep inside me in one massive, unrelenting thrust. A loud, breathless cry tore from my throat as he hit the absolute roof of my womb, stretching my tight walls to their absolute limit. He was harder, thicker, and completely feral this morning. He began to move, slamming hard against my walls with a rigorous, wolf-like force that made the heavy desk groan against the bulkheads.I was unable to move under his grip, but I was liking every second of the absolute submission, my soreness from the previous night completely melting into a wave of pure, shattering pleasure. I could never imagine being this wet for a person; he was completely consuming me.

As the tension coiled impossibly tight, he released my wrists, pulling my legs high up in the air and draping them over his broad shoulders. He bent my stomach completely under his weight, angling my body so he could penetrate me even deeper. He rammed me mercilessly for what felt like an eternity, his heavy thrusts driving me into a completely blind, euphoric state.

the more he rammed it in and out the more I wanted it. ‘Don’t stop please…’ I beg him. He turns off the shower and we can only hear our moans and grunts together.

I wanted him to f**k me senseless until a wave of orgasm blinds me.

We shattered together, my inner walls rippling and clamping down on his thick length as a violent orgasm hit me, quickly followed by Nicholas letting out a low, guttural roar as his own release poured deep inside me, leaving both of us shaking and spent.

Nicholas lay back against the pillows of the palace rooms, a thoroughly satisfied, lethal smirk on his perfect face as he watched me cover myself up. The storm was coming, but for now, we were anchored in each other.

The royal armored cutters cut through the choppy, gray waves of the northern sea with a rhythmic, heavy thud. Standing in the central briefing room of the flagship, I looked out the reinforced glass windows at the vast expanse of ocean. The mainland was a distant shadow behind us, and somewhere ahead, hidden in the dense fog, lay the Eastern Islands.

The heavy steel door hissed open, breaking the silence. I turned to see Nicholas step inside, looking incredibly imposing in his dark naval tactical gear. Right behind him was Marcus, escorting my father. “Natalie, why did you volunteer to be part of this operation.Have you gone mad?”

I gulped , “ Dad I know you are worried,but I can be of help, I will be safe”.

Nicholas walked over to the central map table, leaning his large hands against the steel edge. He gave my father a sharp, evaluating look before gesturing to Marcus to stay by the door. A subtle flicker of shadows crossed Nicholas's face as he looked at the maps—I knew the mention of hidden labs always brought back the dark memory of Alan, his deceased brother, who had been lost to these very political conspiracies. But he kept his focus locked tight.

"Alright, Samuel," Nicholas began, his deep, gravelly voice commanding but surprisingly calm. "We've got about six hours before we hit the outer reefs of the eastern shelf. The crew is currently running a diagnostic on the files Davenport stole. Let's keep this conversation simple: what exactly are we looking for when we land?"

Samuel took a step closer to the digital table, his cuffs clinking softly. He looked down at the glowing holographic map of the islands. "If Davenport’s decryption logs are correct, he breached Sector 4. In my day, that was just a deep-storage outpost for biological stabilization. If someone has revived it into a black-market lab, they aren't just selling data, Nicholas. They’re cultivating live cultures."

‘Live cultures of deadly virus?” I gasped. My father nodded.

"The royal guards at the docks were treating you less like a civilian asset and more like royalty. Is there something you two aren't telling me?"

Nicholas didn't hesitate. He didn't tense up or get defensive. Instead, he slid a massive, warm hand around my waist, pulling me flush against his side in a relaxed, completely possessive gesture.

"We aren't hiding anything, Samuel," Nicholas said smoothly, a rare, easygoing smirk touching his lips as he looked down at me. "Natalie is my mate. When this mission is over and the Council is dealt with, she’ll be taking her place beside me as the Princess of the North.""The Prince," Samuel murmured, a look of profound amusement and relief washing over his face. He shook his head, the heavy silver cuffs rattling. "Well... I suppose that explains quite a lot. You will take care of my daughter right?” I was feeling so embarrassed.

Nicholas answered without any hesitation, “ I swear in the name of the Crown”