Daryn looked at the force of beautiful nature in front of him as the water fell over the slippery rocks. The cascades of water fell gently over the stones in white streams and swirled below in a gentle pool. The flow of water was like the music of the forest.

A relaxed smile crossed his face and he tilted his head slightly to the side, still resting on Dawn. The tension of so many days left his body and he signed with satisfaction.

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"You know Dawn, I wanted to come here with you and spend a few days without any disturbance," he said tenderly. He slid his hand and placed it over her heart to feel its rhythm. It was beautiful, soft, gentle and in tandem with his.

She brought her hand over his and squeezed it. Warmth spread through her chest and cheeks. This was such a lovely moment that she didn't want it to end.

"If you are not in a hurry to go back, can we spend a week here?" he urged. He wanted to celebrate their victory over Brantley, his ascension to the position of being the Alpha of the werewolves, in his own private way, with the only person who meant everything to him. There was a sense of contentment. This was his utopia.

"I would love to darling," she replied. She realized how her relationship with Daryn had matured. "I have all the time in the world as long as you are with me."

This was just the encouragement he wanted. Daryn held her shoulders and made her turn towards him. He stared into her eyes, cupped her face and said, "I am very proud of you," he voiced his pleasure. He leaned in to kiss lightly on her lips.

As if that was the cue, it ignited passion, the primal desire in Dawn. She wrapped her hands around his neck, grabbed a fistful of his hair and said, "So how do you plan to start our holiday, husband?"

Daryn recognized that stare and held her hips. "I was hoping you would ask me that Dawn," he said in a husky voice. Grabbing her thighs, he lifted her legs around his waist. She clasped him tightly with her legs. She wasn't wearing anything other than his shirt and he got easy access to her sweet spot. As he sunk his finger deep inside her, she groaned. "Daryn…" He moved his fingers inside and out of her driving her mad.

"Please take me," she moaned.

Daryn opened his pants, slammed her to the wall of the cabin and sunk his thickness deep inside her. He moved with such ferocity that Dawn shouted with pleasure without the fear of anyone listening to them. His fingers dug in her hips and she came along with him. But he was not done. He carried her inside.

For the next two days, they didn't communicate with the outer world. They would go down to the waterfall and take bath, naked and have sex until they were tired as hell. They couldn't get enough of each other. Life was blissful, no tension, no worries—only lots and lots of love and desire.

Being an alpha, he had this innate desire to feed his mate and so he didn't let her come to the kitchen. He treated her like the queen she was and she treated him like the sex-slave he was becoming out to be. She had never seen this side of Daryn, but it was worth exploiting. He pampered her crazily and she wanted to get spoiled. It was on the third day when they were lying side by side in the afterglow of making perhaps the twentieth round of love, a ring disturbed them.

Dawn extended her hand to pick it and Daryn said, "Don't take it. We are on a week's holiday."

She chuckled. "That's Cole. He's been calling since morning," she replied. "I haven't given him time ever since we have returned."

Daryn propped his head up on his hand and sighed. "Okay…" he voice drawled. He didn't want things to stop. "But make it quick. My little brother can't wait for long."

Dawn rolled her eyes. His brains had descended to his little brother over the past two days. As soon as she picked up the call, Cole yelled, "Where are you?"

She couldn't lie to him. "Cole, Daryn and I have come to his cabin to spend some time with each other."

"What?" he shouted so loud that she had to remove the phone from her ear. She rubbed her ear.

"I need you to sign some forms for me!" he sounded so mad.

"What forms?" she asked. "Can they wait?"

"Really Dawn?" Cole growled. "You left home without telling me where you are going. For two days Daryn's father told me that you are on a business trip, and now you tell me that you are huddled up in some cabin with Daryn? Have you spoken a lie to Mr. Gayle?" He almost threatened. "I will tell Gayle that you guys haven't gone on any business trip and instead are spending time in some cottage!"

Dawn sighed. "When do you want those forms?"

"Tomorrow," he said gruffly.

"Okay, I will come as soon as possible," she said in a low voice and disconnected. She looked at Daryn who seemed to be so gloomy that his lower lip pouted.

"If we have to go, then I might as well make up for the lost time," he said and shifted closer to Dawn.

She frowned. "Lost time?"

"You won't understand," he replied. "Don't let your little neotide brain work on understanding what I said. You just do what I ask you to."

"And what is that?" she asked.

He grinned. "Good question." Saying that he pounced on her again and she yelped.

"Daryn you are incorrigible!" she exclaimed and laughed as he went to her navel and bit her there. Then went south and sniffed her in between her thighs and then plunged his tongue inside her wetness.

Dawn groaned.

They returned home in the evening. When Cole saw them, he was shocked to see how tanned their skin was. "Were you guys walking naked in the sun?" he asked without a modicum of inhibition.

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Inside the TV was on and the news about a certain oil company was flashing.