Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 282: Honeymoon in Paradise

*Ethan*

Waking up to my wife is incredible, her soft body cradled in mine, feeling her heartbeat against my chest. She stirs, lifting her head up and looking around.

“What time is it?” Rylee asks.

“Probably time to get up,” I say. “But I don’t want to.”

She chuckles, running her fingers down my cheek and bringing her lips to mine. I moan, tightening my arms around her to bring her closer. I pull back just enough to groan. “If you keep that up, we’re definitely not getting up.”

“Well, I’d better stop then because we’re going to be late.” She pulls back farther, tapping her finger on my nose with a giggle and scooting off the bed. “I don’t want to miss a minute of our honeymoon on the beach.”

I laugh, nodding and pushing myself up, knowing we’ll have plenty of time for this once we get to the beach resort.

“I wish we could meet more people in your home pack while we’re there,” she says while getting dressed. “It sounds like this place is pretty secluded. I know everyone in Raven pack, but since it split off from Beach pack so long ago, I probably don’t know anyone.”

“Probably not, but we’ll do that another time.” I wrap my arms around her from the back and kiss her neck as she brushes her hair. “Secluded is what I want right now.”

She laughs. “Me, too, but still, someday we’ll have to take another trip there.”

“We will.”

We both make ourselves presentable for breakfast, the last official meal of the wedding event. Mom had insisted that the whole family stick around for it, even though Trisha and her Alphas need to get back to prepare for her own wedding. Mom and Reeva are going with them, and I’m happy they’ll be there for her. The rest of the family will take a flight there the day before the wedding, and Rylee and I will leave straight from the beach resort via my pack’s airport.

“I love this,” Mom says, her eyes sparkling as she looks at us all around the table. Two of our dads sit on each side of her. For the rest of the table, one side is entirely taken by Trisha and her Alphas, while Reeva, Matthew, Rylee, and I almost cover the other side. If Reeva ends up having multiple mates, we’re going to need a bigger table.

My father Eli stands. “I’d like to make a toast.”

Everyone grabs their glasses.

“To our ever-increasing family,” he begins. “I couldn’t be happier that Trisha and Ethan have found their mates, and I know the other dads and your mother are just as happy. Congratulations again, Rylee and Ethan. Trisha, Damon, Braden, and Alessandro, we’re all excited for your wedding next week.”

“Here, here!” Tristan says. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so giddy. He loves all of us equally, I know, but I can tell how thrilled he is about Trisha’s wedding.

We all stand, clink glasses together, then sit again as the servants bring out the feast. And it’s definitely a feast. As usual, Mom has gone all-out, with every type of breakfast food you can imagine being brought out on tray after tray.

“Mom, there aren’t that many of us,” Trisha says.

Braden shakes his head. “I know I’m not complaining.”

We all chuckle and start digging in.

After breakfast, it’s time for Rylee and me to leave. Our bags are already packed and loaded into the car for the drive there. Thankfully, it’s not too long of a drive to the private beach resort from here, though it’s a couple of hundred miles west of the mountain resort where Isaac’s pack is located.

We wave as I drive off, and Mom is crying again.

“I don’t know how that woman has any more liquid in her for tears,” I say.

Rylee laughs. “Aw, it’s sweet. She loves you so much, and the rest of her kids too.”

“She’s always been the best mom. Hey, but when you hang out with her, don’t listen to any embarrassing stories about me as a kid.” I sneak a sideways glance at her. “It’s all lies.”

“Too late,” she says. “She’s told me all about you running around in diapers with your favorite floral blankie.”

I turn my head back to watch the road. “Good Goddess.”

Rylee just laughs.

We arrive at the beach resort, and it’s even better than I remember it. I know they’ve been doing a lot of renovations, and they’ve assigned us one of the newest cottages. I inhale the fresh ocean air as we step out of the car, and I take her hand.

“Oh, my Goddess. It’s beautiful.”

I smile at her wide-eyed expression. She’s always been in the mountains, never near the ocean before, where the water is so clear and blue it blends into the sky. We walk out on the private dock to our cabin as seabirds take flight.

“The bungalow looks like it’s floating, the dock is so close to the water,” she says. “And look, a beach!”

Located on a shelf that protects it from large waves, my pack has built a series of thatched-roof bungalows out in the water with built-up private beaches for each one.

She turns to me with a smile that lights up her eyes. “This is the most beautiful place I’ve ever been.”

“And you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” I take her chin with my fingers and guide her mouth to mine, crushing our lips together as I feel her arms reach up to lock around my neck. I keep my eyes open, and so does she, so I look into her deep blue irises with their remarkable flecks of silver that sparkle in the bright sunlight.

A cool ocean gust sends her jet-black hair dancing in the breeze, and I brush it away from her face as we deepen the kiss. We pull back for a moment. I can tell she wants to go down the steps to the man-made beach below, so we do.

“The sand looks so soft.” She kicks off her shoes, so I join her, taking her hand as we walk out into the warm water a few feet. “And the water is so warm.”

I nod. “It’s the perfect location here.”

She turns toward the ocean, and I can’t stop looking at her. Every move she makes is so graceful. Her slender arms reach up and pull back her hair, looping it around into a bun that she fastens with a hair stick from her pocket. Her skirt dances in the breeze while she plays in the water with her foot, holding onto me for balance. Her flawless caramel skin shines in the sun, and I can’t help but run my hand over her shoulder and down her back, thankful that her dress is backless.

She looks up at me, and we kiss again. I gently coax her down until we’re sitting on the beach. It’s completely secluded since all the beaches are designed as private alcoves just off each dock.

“I’m going to make love to my wife on the beach,” I say in a husky voice.

Her eyes fill with lust. “Oh? What a lucky wife you have.”

“Not half as lucky as I am.”

She giggles as I lay her back and roll us slightly so I’m on top of her, our feet completely in the water and half-buried in the warm sand. I kiss her again, running my hand over her soft, warm skin, gathering up her skirt and guiding my fingers up her thigh, my cock stiffening the closer I get to her heavenly pussy.

When I reach it, I get a surprise—no panties block my entrance. She wiggles her brows when she sees my face.

“You are a goddess,” I whisper.

She’s already completely wet, and I play with her entrance with my fingers for a few moments, teasing her by circling all the way around it when I know she wants me inside. I lift her skirt so I can appreciate all her glory in the afternoon sun. She spreads her legs wide and smiles up at me.

Goddess is an understatement.

My cock is so hard it’s pulsating, but I still want to take my time to make sure she gets the most out of it. I move one finger in, slowly, watching her eyes as I go deeper. The smirk on her face melts into an expression of ecstasy, and I smile, pulling her dress away from her left breast with my free hand and wrapping my lips around her nipple.

I suck and pull on it, nibbling slightly before releasing it as I push my finger deeper inside her. That elicits a moan from her, and I smile and try it again, this time adding another finger to the mix, gently stretching her drenched pussy.

Her moans are louder now and her eyes are fully closed, her hand pulling the back of my head closer as I suck harder on her nipple.

I come up for air and tease away the cloth covering her other breast, giving it the same attention as I start stroking in and out with my two fingers. I don’t know how much longer I can do this, but the look on her face is more than worth the effort to hold myself back.

But soon, I can’t stand it. I climb up and unzip my shorts before I thrust my cock in. It slides so smoothly into her tight pussy that I almost come upon entrance, but again I hold back so I can pump in and out of her, watching her perfect breasts bounce up and down. I wrap one hand around both of hers and bring her arms over her head and into the warm sand, her cries getting louder as I pump deeper and faster.

Finally, I feel her clench around my cock as she lets go, and I happily release as the jolt of electric passion blurs my vision.

After a few minutes to catch our breath, she lifts her dress over her head and throws it onto the beach, stepping down into the small pool created next to the man-made beach. I strip down the rest of the way and join her, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her deeply, hugging her close to bring her naked body to mine under the water.

We spend four days and nights in the bungalow, never seeing another soul since the discreet resort personnel bring our food to our back door on the dock each time I order through the mind-link. We cuddle together in bed every night, the curtains swaying in the breeze as we watch the colorful sunsets.

Neither of us want to leave, but Trisha’s wedding is soon, and we have to make our plane on time.

We’ll have more fun later at the Green Mountain beach resort.