LOGINBritney stared at him with wide, startled eyes, her cheeks instantly heating up. "Cole, what are you doing?" she protested softly, shifting in mild panic on his lap. "I can feed myself. I can use my own hands!"
Cole didn't budge an inch, locking his dark gaze onto hers with an amused, unyielding smirk. "As your husband, I want the privilege of feeding my wife tonight," he replied smoothly, scooping up a delicate, steaming bite of the dish from the glass plates. "Open up, BritThe beach house was a masterpiece of modern design, constructed entirely of expansive floor-to-ceiling glass panels that blurred the line between the indoor luxury and the wild, untamed beauty outside. Stretching out from the main level was a massive, crystal-clear infinity pool that seemed to spill directly over the edge and flow right into the endless expanse of the ocean. Surrounded by whispering trees and kissed by the sea spray, the entire property radiated an effortless, upscale beachy vibe. Inside, the ground floor opened up into a spacious, sunlit living room and a sleek kitchen designed for effortless seaside living. Upstairs, a sprawling master bedroom offered panoramic views of the water, opening out onto a wide, private balcony perfect for watching the horizon. The adjoining bathroom was vast and luxurious, featuring a deep soaking tub and a separate glass shower area framed by views of the green canopy outside. Britney stood i
"Look outside, we're about to land," Cole told Britney, and she eagerly looked out the window. She gasped as she caught sight of nothing but ocean after ocean—coral blue water and a tropical island featuring a narrow airstrip right where they were going to land. She looked at Cole with surprise and astonishment. "This is a private island, right? We're going to a private island?" Cole said, "We aren't going to a private island, we're going to our private island." Her mouth formed an "O" shape, and she said, "You have a private island too?" Then she looked back outside and said, "I heard you only came into the business world three years ago, and in three years you've actually achieved so much." Cole said, "only I know how hard I've worked in three years." Their plane slowly landed, and Britney kept looking outside at how their plane was touching down amidst the trees and near the ocean. This was the best honeymoon destination wher
The captain taxied the jet along the air strip before easing the throttles forward, hurtling down the runway until the aircraft's nose lifted into the open air. Beside him, Britney instinctively closed her eyes and clutched the edges of her leather sofa seat with white-knuckled intensity. Sensing her tension, Cole reached across the console, placing his warm hand gently over hers. He stroked his thumb soothingly over the back of her hand and began rubbing circles. "First time flying?" he asked, a hint of genuine surprise in his voice. "No, I flew plenty of times with my grandmother when I was younger," Britney murmured, her eyes still shut tight. "It's just been so long, and I've always had this lingering fear of heights." "Open your eyes, wifey," Cole whispered, his deep voice carrying a quiet anchor of safety. "Look outside." Britney fluttered her eyelids open, turning her head toward the cabin window. The jet had already broken through
"Wait," Britney said, tapping Cole’s arm. "The departure gates were back there. Where are we going?" "We aren't using the public terminal," Cole replied calmly. "We're heading toward the private aviation hangars where my aircraft is waiting." "Your own personal aircraft?" Britney echoed, her eyes widening. A wave of irritation and anger hit her as she remembered how rushed she had been that morning. She was forced to wake up early and then she didn’t get a chance to seduce him in the shower. “Wait—if you have a private plane, why were you rushing me out of bed so early?! You made me panic thinking we were going to miss our flight!" Cole burst out laughing at her outraged expression. "Wife, just because it's a private aircraft doesn't mean air traffic control bends the universe to our schedule. Slots are fixed down to the minute. If we missed our designated takeoff window, we could have lost our clearance for hours." "
The next morning, golden rays of sunlight spilled across the bedroom floor. Cole woke up first, resting on his side to watch Britney sleep deeply against the pillows. He gently brushed his fingers across her cheek, marveling at how profound his affection had grown. Knowing that tonight he would officially mark her on their honeymoon only deepened the bond twisting in his chest, making him wonder how he would manage to keep his hands to himself. Britney shifted, groaning softly as she rolled onto his arm and drifted closer. Cole closed his eyes, taking a steadying breath to anchor his rising wolf. Not until tonight, he reminded himself. She needs her energy intact for the marking. Gently shaking her shoulder, he whispered, "Wifey, wake up. We need to head to the airport soon." "Just five more minutes..." Britney mumbled into the blankets. "I'm so tired." "If we linger any longer, we'll miss our flight," Cole warned gen
Exhausted from a whirlwind of heavy shopping and intense passion, Britney drifted off to sleep in the back seat of the car on the drive back. Cole gently adjusted her dress, started the engine, and navigated the winding estate roads back to the mansion. Once parked, he mind-linked Eleanor to quietly request a warm blanket brought out to the car. Eleanor hurried down, taking in the scene and the lingering scent in the air with a knowing smile before hurrying off to have Britney’s dinner sent directly to their master suite. Cole wrapped Britney securely in the blanket and carried her in princess style straight up to their bedroom. Inside, Cole treated her to a soothing hot shower, holding her close as she sleepily leaned against him the entire time. Once she was clean, he dressed her in soft, fluffy loungewear. "I actually thought you were going to ravish me again," Britney mumbled sleepily, blinking up at him. "How come you're putting warm







