Matthew's Pov

　　The three of us laugh at her comment, and I offer Emma my mimosa, but she declines.

　　"How about we go to the restaurant here and celebrate?" I suggest, and Emma's eyes light up at the prospect of finally sitting and resting.

　　The three of us leave the resort's conference room and walk along the open path to the nearest restaurant we find. It's a restaurant with a very beachy décor, with hanging shells and fishing nets. The smell of food fills our noses and makes my stomach growl with hunger.

　　"Faylen and the rest of my wolf pack will join us in a few minutes," Emma informs as we sit at a long, light wooden table.

　　"I saw you with Faylen and Daniel coming back from somewhere. Is everything okay?" I ask curiously, and Emma smiles warmly at me.

　　"Yes. Just needed to clear up some things with him. I think he'll be much happier now," Emma responds calmly and peacefully.

　　Throughout the rest of the day into the early evening, Emma and I celebrated alongside many people from our wolf pack and others too. Including Daniel, who seemed completely focused only on Faylen.

　　We ate, drank, conversed, laughed, and had fun. We shared different stories, getting to know a little more about each other's lives in other wolf packs.

　　When the night was well advanced, many had left, including Liam and Emma's group.

　　The two of us remained seated on the beach at night, gazing at the starry sky with the beautiful moon shining and reflecting on the water. Emma rests her head on my shoulder, and I rest my head atop hers, in a soft and tranquil manner.

　　"I think today couldn't be more perfect," Emma comments cheerfully, and I smile mischievously.

　　"Hmm... is that a challenge?" I question provocatively.

　　Emma lifts her head and looks at me with curious eyes, and I maintain a playful smile on my lips. I notice my fiancée biting her lower lip.

　　"Yes, it's a challenge, Alpha Matthew," she responds seductively, running her hand through my hair, and scratching my nape.

　　The night wind sends shivers through Emma, causing her nipples to harden and stand out beneath the bikini she's wearing. I'm wearing only a button-down shirt and beach shorts. Emma, on the other hand, is wearing a beautiful white bikini.

　　My fiancée is the most beautiful and delicious creature I've ever seen and tasted in this life. I'm sure of it.

　　I move towards her calmly, kissing her lips passionately, invading her mouth with my tongue. Emma's hands quickly support themselves on the towel spread beneath us. The beach is empty and practically isolated. Only the ocean can witness what we are about to do now.

　　I feel my cock grow even harder within my shorts as I kiss Emma and squeeze her breast over the thin bikini fabric. I move my lips away from hers only for a moment to kiss her neck and shoulder. I bite and suck her neck, making her let out a pleasurable moan.

　　I remove the top of her bikini with ease. In the moonlight, I admire the perfection of her firm, perky breasts, and I eagerly take them in my mouth. Sucking and nibbling on the nipple, while with my other hand, I massage the other breast.

　　Emma moans for me, which excites me even more, filling me with even more desire. Emma's taste is delicious, and her breasts are addictive to suck.

　　My fiancée doesn't lag behind in the preliminary teasing. Her hand has already removed my button-down shirt, and her nimble fingers pull down my shorts until my hard, thick cock springs free from the fabric.

　　When my fiancée's soft, cold fingers touch my cock, a pleasurable growl escapes my lips. She moves her hand up and down my cock, causing a sensation of even greater desire.

　　In an agile movement, she guides me to lie down on the towel, kissing my lips and trailing down my chest, her tongue licking me until it reaches my cock. Her soft, succulent mouth envelops my cock in a way that forces me to moan with pleasure.

　　I know when Emma prefers to be controlled and when she wants to be in control. So, at first, I allow her to set the pace of her blowjob on my cock. Our eyes meet several times, and there is a growing lust between us.

　　After thoroughly wetting my cock with her mouth, Emma slowly sits on it, and I feel her tight, drenched pussy completely enveloping me, contracting around me with an incredible sensation.

　　This time, I control the pace of her riding on my cock. I hold her waist firmly, making her rise and fall exactly the way I want, helping by lifting my hips to fuck her even deeper. I draw mixed moans of pleasure and pain from her, something I know my mate enjoys.

　　She scratches me hard every time I thrust deep and fast into her. I love it when she leaves marks on my body, showing that I belong to her and she to me.