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That afternoon John and I hopped another plane and a boat, which had me seasick, much to John's amusement.

"You have a serious fear of water, don't you?" he asked me as he put cold compresses to my head.

"It's really bad," I sighed apologetically. "My sis took me to see Jaws when I was four. My mom thinks I've been traumatized ever since. I'm not sure, really."

"Well, I'll be sure to get you some pills for the way back," he whispered, kissing my forehead.

"I will feel better as soon as we reach land," I told him. "It'll go away within an hour if I don't move anymore." He kissed my nose, and I chuckled, "Sorry."

The boat pulled into the beach, and we could see huts in the distance, one larger than the rest off to the right. Gold sand gave way to green trees and lush hills beyond that. It was pretty, and once again, I was committing things to memory.

John looked at me as I pulled my pack onto my back. "Need help?"

"I'm okay." I struggled with it, but then it finally evened itself out.

He frowned. "The hell you put in there?"

"The essentials," I nodded. I had put together my own survival kit, and hoped it would be enough.

As we neared the huts we saw a few people already there. They looked like they just arrived, too. There were four couples, including us. Two couples looked like fish out of water, while one couple were about our age and looked up to task, at least physically.

A man emerged from the largest hut. He stood a few inches taller than John and was at least twenty-five pounds more muscle. His eyes were gray—silver when any light hit them, and his thick black hair fell past his shoulder blades. He wore black military pants and boots, sporting a bare chest that even John would have to respect. He stood proudly and expectantly on the veranda of his house. Everyone gravitated toward him like a pack to its leader. John and I hung back and looked on.

"Good afternoon," the man's voice was deep. "Welcome to the Island of Desiree. I am Draco Donovan, your guide…and leader." His eyes rested on us, why I didn't know. I shifted uneasily as he smiled at us. "I enforce the rules, help with problems and concerns, and if needed, issue orders in emergencies. I will also coordinate activities if we have time." He paused and smiled, more at the ladies it seemed. "Now, your living arrangements. The first hut belongs to Charles and his mate. The second belongs to Leo and his. The third belongs to Jeremy. And by request, the fourth, to John and his."

I looked at John, who pursed his lips in displeasure at being singled out.

"Take time to settle in, and look around. Foodis being brought in for your first night on the island," Draco went on. "We will have a spread out here for you. Dinner is at sunset. Thanks."

John led me to the last hut. It was basically two rooms—a bedroom and front room separated by a dark curtain. The front room held a small stove that could hold one pot or pan, a few large seat cushions and a small cabinet.

I raised my brows at it all. I was happy to be with him, but I knew I'd rather be at the Bracs. "Well, let's get settled." I stepped toward the bedroom, and he caught my hand, turning me to him.

"You don't like it."

I chuckled at his deflated tone. "We just got here, sir."

His soft laugh didn't hold much humour. "What's wrong, Pix?"

I exhaled heavily. "I don't like that Draco person."

John rolled his eyes, relief in his laugh. "Join the club! He thinks he's Mufasa, or somethin'."

"Or Zeus!" I laughed with him.

"Well, all we've got to do is avoid him," he told me. "Rough it and not need his help. That's all he's here for, I think."

"Think we can?"

He gave a careless shrug.

I noticed a chest next to the door. It looked like a seat at first. "What's this?"

"What?"

I set down my backpack and opened the chest. Inside was an island map, a net, a pot, a pan, a teapot, flatware and dishes for two along with two sacks and two pails. "Oh, okay." I pulled out the net, and saw there was a hole in it. "I'll start on this before dinner."

John laughed at me. "What?"

"Well, I get the feeling this is how we catch fish, sir." I frowned at it. "You will need this first thing tomorrow, I think."

"Okay, so you can fix it?"

"Pretty sure I can," I nodded, fingering the fibres. "But we should go and see if I can get some vines or something. This hole right here looks like trouble."

He nodded. "Well, let's go check the place out."

We unpacked quickly and headed out to the wilderness. We found the solar powered well pretty fast, but we kept going. Finally we found it: the small spring that emptied into a beautiful pond.

"Oh…" I breathed at the sight of it. "This is…I'm coming here every day. Thank God there's no snakes here." I scampered down followed by his soft laughter. I crouched down finding a tree with rope like branches. "And look...see, here's what the net's made of. Got a knife?"

John smiled broadly and pulled out a knife that was strapped to his calf.

"Cool."

"I'll get it," he crouched down next to me and started cutting pieces. He looked over, smiling at me. "You're getting into this."

"Honey, I'm a survivor," I smiled, caressing his cheek. "And you are definitely my confidence level."

He chuckled, "You're going to swell my head," He covered my hand with his.

"God, I hope so," I whispered softly, pouncing him. I pushed him back in the grass under the tree and kissed him. When I lifted my head to look at him his eyes were half open but looking up at me with that lopsided smile on his lips. I lifted a finger, and went into my pocket.

"What…"

I pulled out a chocolate candy kiss, and popped it in my mouth, allowing it to melt on my tongue. I glazed my lips with it, and left the rest. "Want some?" I leaned forward, and he caught my head to nibble and lick the treat off my lips and finally taste my mouth. We both moaned softly, enjoying the taste of each other combined with the small treat, making it last. I slowly brought his hands behind his head and gasped softly, lifting my head again. "Don't move."
"Am I under arrest?"

I sat back, straddling myself on his hips. "Do you wanna be?"

John took a deep breath and got comfortable in his position. He gasped softly as I nibbled his ear. "What are my rights?"

I gave a small throaty laugh in his ear and licked it, making him shiver. I worked my way to his chest, pushing up his shirt. I felt his hips move under me as I licked his chest, and he sighed again. I did long strokes on his torso, bathing him with my tongue, taking pleasure in the rise and fall of his body, which gradually quickened as I got to the waist of his shorts.

"Pix…"

"Shh, you're interrupting." I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down his zipper carefully. I could feel his anticipation, I fed on it. I reached into his boxers and pulled out his manhood, which was almost completely erect. I looked up at him and he caressed my cheek. I needed no more invitation as I bathed his shaft with my tongue, and finally took him in, using my hands to caress as I sucked.

A long soft moan came from him and he began to slowly move his hips. His head fell back, revelling in sensation, one hand in my hair, the other grabbing a handful a grass in an effort not to get too loud. He panted as I briefly stopped to pull down his shorts and underwear to lick his balls, my hands still caressing him, his hips straining upward to accommodate my movements.

"Oh…." His voice was a ragged half whisper, half moan. "Come on, baby…" He moaned deeply as I hummed, the combined vibration of my mouth and his own sound reverberating through us both. His hips began to buck, and I dipped my tongue to the sensitive flesh under his ball leading to his rosehole. "Ride me…come on, ride me."

I was aching and wet from arousing him. I crawled over him and he was pulling down my skirt and panties with ease. I straddled him, mounting him, and biting my lower lip to stop myself from moaning with pleasure. No one should feel this good, I thought as I began to move on him. No one should feel like this.

He held my hips, squeezing them and then slapped my backside. I whimpered, savouring the sting of it and I moved faster, wriggling and then rotating my hips as I rode him, not allowing the head of his erection to slip out, but squeeze it as I lowered myself onto him again. He slapped me again, and I gasped, riding harder, faster. I knew it was what he wanted. He grasped my hips and crushed me onto him, doubling my impact every time he impaled me. I bit my lip again and allowed my head to fall back, trying not to scream as I came around him, my head falling back in surrender. He repeated the act, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders, stealing nibbles and kisses on his mouth in need to feel closer to him as we worked each other.
He pulled off his t-shirt and put it around my shoulders, rolling me into the grass and reversing our positions in seconds. I felt the warmth and scent of him under and over me as he thrust hard and deep, drawing a cry from me that I couldn't control if I wanted to. I could barely keep up with piston like rhythm he set; releasing moans and cries as he bucked against me. Finally, he grabbed my hips, stopping my movement as he thrust hard and deep, moaning in release. I sighed in relief, his juices quelling my insides, bringing back my sanity as we rode out the last of our joined orgasms.

"Ah!" He gasped, throwing his head back, and laughing breathlessly. He rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. "Mmm…" He kissed me again. "Let's take a dip."

I grinned as I stripped completely. He kicked off his shorts and shoes and we went to the pond. He dove in and I waded in slowly, pushing off and beginning glide on the water when I got waist deep. We swam about, looking at the haven we found. He turned back and caught me in his arms. We just floated and swam about, making plans for the next day.

"This so great," I breathed, looking at him.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"So, I fix the net," I said softly.

"And I'll go fishing," He finished.

I gasped softly, looking around. "Banana trees…"

"Are those mango's?"

"Oh, no mango's," I nodded. "I'm allergic."

"Okay, no mango's." He looked around. "I think those are papayas, right?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "Think so."

"Those are a close relative to mango's, huh?"

I wasn't sure, but shrugged.

He nodded and smiled. "I'm not against bananas and fish for a few days."

I smiled thankfully. "I'm sure there are some other edibles around here."

"Man, we'd better get back," John said, frowning up at the sky.

"The sun's moving pretty fast," I observed.

"Or we just lost track of time," he winked.

We swam back to the edge and came out of the water to get dressed. He pulled on his boxers and began to dry me with his t-shirt. I laughed softly as he paid attention to his favorite parts.

"Hello."

I reflexively jumped behind John in my state of undress, hearing a male voice.

"Draco," John nodded curtly.

I rolled my eyes and picked up my underwear. I put them on and reached for my skirt and tank top, happy for the shield of John's broad upper body.

"I see you found the pond," Draco said in a flat tone.

"Yeah, we decided to do some exploring today."

"Well, it's getting dark," he raised a brow.

"We're coming," John was stiff and flexed. Even I knew that Draco was something to be protected from. The man was a predator, what kind I didn't know, but I instinctively wasn't comfortable around him.

"Yes," Draco nodded. "Some of the women are figuring out how to make plátanos—"

"I already know how to do that, sir," I whispered, turning to face John's back. "I didn't miss anything."

"What?" Draco's expression darkened. "Did she speak to me?"

"No, to me," John nodded. "She already knows how to make plátanos. She spent time in Puerto Rico…isn't that right, kitten?"

"Yes, sir, I did." I peeked around John's upper bicep as I stepped into my skirt. I tried to pull on my tank top but it kept rolling against my half wet skin. He sensed my difficulty and turned, pulling the top and helping me straighten up.

Draco didn't look happy, and his eyes locked on me. He stared at me for a full minute. "Ah, I see."

John smoothed the shirt one last time and pulled me into his embrace with one arm. I curled around his side, my hand over his heart, a welcome vibration. He raised his brows expectantly at the man as if he was intruding. "Will that be all?"

Draco nodded stiffly, locking eyes with John. I got the feeling something bad happened. I didn't want to think about it, but my instincts were whispering inside me. They were alphas, and as usual, there can only be one. "Don't wander too far, the place gets very dark very quickly." He paused. "Dinner is in an hour or so."

"Are we in trouble?" I asked after he disappeared in the trees.

John took a deep breath. "I don't know, but I don't like how he looks at you."

Dinner was a bit strained. The women could only talk to their men, and then I realized that the rule didn't apply to the women talking to each other. I nudged Sarah, and then smiled. She looked at Madison and Brianna. We understood each other quickly. We broke off from the men, and we women had girl talk. I found out that Chief Charles and his wife Sarah were looking to spice up their relationship. Sir Jeremy and his wife Madison were here from Great Britain after the birth of their first child to "warm things up a bit." Leo and Brianna, who were a real sub and Dom, had been together for years. He picked this trip, and Brianna went along with it. The only thing was that Brianna wanted to get married, and didn't know how to bring it up to her master without seeming "ungrateful or disrespectful." And John and me, we were there for my birthday getaway. I felt stupid saying that but it was the truth after all.

Suddenly we heard our names being called, and we returned to the fire.

"Pixie?" Draco called.

I looked to John, who nodded, and I rose.

"Who told you to talk to the ladies?"

There was a tense silence as I took a breath, looking at the other women. They looked scared. I looked at John. "Sir, did you say I could talk to no other man on the island?"

"That is the rule," John nodded with a smile.

"Did I break it?"

"No," John nodded, raising a brow at Draco. "No, you did not." John's blue eyes narrowed at Draco in silent warning. He kissed my forehead. "Sit, kitten."

I sat, feeling tense and angry. Normally guys like this I stood toe to toe with.

"So these are your women," Draco arched a dark brow at the men. He was like an animal looking for a fight. He just wasn't finding one. "Would you fight for them?"

John took a deep breath and looked at me.

Charles was the first to answer aloud. "Of course."

"Then you'll be the first," Draco got up and backed away from the fire, giving them space. "You lose, and she is mine."

Charles looked slightly fearful. He looked at the other men and rose. John nodded, clearly not liking the situation.

Draco was at least fifteen years younger than Charles, making short work of him. He smiled at us all, and gave Jeremy the "just bring it" sign. Jeremy got up and tackled him, sending them to the ground. The close proximity had them rolling in the sand, and then they began to wrestle. Draco got him into a half nelson, making his opponent give in. Leo was the best of the three. Their fight went on for about ten minutes. They were both bleeding before Draco subdued him, too. He spit blood in the sand and smiled at John.

"No!" I whispered.

"What?" Draco couldn't believe my nerve to speak.

"What is it, kitten?" John looked at me. He frowned as I nodded again.

"What is it now?" Draco asked John. "Can't control your woman?"

John looked at me, his eyes confused and impatient. "What is it, kitten? What is it?"

"I just don't understand, sire," I decided to lower my eyes, keep my voice soft.

"What don't you understand?"

"Why you want to fight."

"Pixie…"

"Why do you fight for something, someone already yours?" I said the words as evenly as I could. "He cannot take me like a doll."

John stood, his eyes never leaving Draco's. "She chooses to be with me. But if you just want to fight, I'll be happy to oblige." He shrugged, his stance easy, but I knew he was ready. "Been awhile since I've had a good one."

Draco frowned and then glanced at me. Then his face melted into a smile. "What have we learned here?"

"That she is mine because she chooses it," John said with a lopsided smile, his eyes bordering on arrogance. "I appreciate that."

Draco nodded, impressed. He turned to the women. "Why didn't any of you speak up?"
They looked at each other, not having an answer. "Why did you, kitten?"

My eyes widened in outrage.

John gave a humourless laugh. "She's not your kitten." The words came easy, but had an edge to them. "But you can answer the question, honey."

"I knew I didn't want Draco," I said simply. "I know where my loyalty and heart is, that's all."

Draco slowly smiled. "I think it's time for man talk." He nodded respectfully in the direction of the women. "If you ladies wouldn't mind?"

I looked to John, and he nodded. I looked and saw the others follow suit. I went to my hut and crouched down by the door, straining to listen. John and Draco sat down.

"She's a little queen," Jeremy joked.

"But I'm still her master," John raised a brow. The men chuckled at that.

"I still think yours needs training," Leo bristled. "Brianna would never do that."

"I like her just the way she is," John nodded.

"So, do you miss having more than one woman?" Draco asked.

"Naah," Jeremy nodded. "I like knowing I've got somebody who'll be there."

"You're still in baby heaven," Charles chuckled. "I remember that."

"Well, we still have playmates," Leo nodded. "It's fun for us. You two do that, John?"

"Uh-uh," John nodded no.

"I don't know if she would or wouldn't," Charles shrugged. "Never asked."

"I don't know, either," Jeremy said softly. "I guess…"

"I have had many women," Draco said evenly. "I sort of have a collection of women's underwear…British, Italian, Spanish—"he smiled as the men began to laugh. "Egyptian, Indian, Australian…you know about Australia, right, John?"

"Been there," John said casually.

"You did sample some of the cuisine, then?"

"Oh, it's different," John chuckled softly.

I couldn't help but smile and frown at the same time. Did he know I was listening?

"And Americans."

"Ah, yes," Jeremy smiled. "Headstrong lot, but kinky, I hear."

"I have never sampled the American cuisine," Draco said slowly. "I mean, I've had the Italian-American, Irish-American, the Asian American…how do you feel about that, John? Can you share that with me?"

The fire crackling was all there was to be heard besides the birds in the jungle behind them. The men realized the struggle between the two, and waited for a response.

"I don't share," John nodded, his smile not reaching his eyes. "But I hope you find that someday, I really do."

Draco pursed his lips and smiled. "Pity."

"Yeah."

I crawled away from the door. I'd met guys like that. They see a woman of different nationality and just want to know the sexual difference, if any. And he was an attractive man, I knew he probably wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am'ed a lot of women. He was also used to getting his way, and I knew I'd gotten around him at least twice since I got there. John was no better. He never backed down from the man once. I sighed as I changed for bed. I tried to concentrate on the net repair, but the question kept coming back as I did: How far would Draco go? I closed my eyes, steadying my breathing. I'd been in situations like this; some did not end well. I had the scars to prove it.

Sometime later, I heard the front door open and froze. From my bed I could see through the curtain separating the room. I recognized John's form in the moonlight as he closed the door behind him. He came through the curtain and removed all but his boxers. He crawled in next to me, making sure the insect netting around the bed was closed before he finally lay down.

The still of the night hid nothing. He took a deep breath and said, "You heard."

I exhaled heavily and nodded. "Yeah."

He drew me into his arms and whispered, "Don't worry, I got it covered." He turned me onto my back and I looked up at him on his side. I briefly closed my eyes, enjoying his fingers caressing my cheek. "You know I'll protect you, right?"

"I know that," I whispered back. "I just hate this. I didn't do anything."

"Doesn't matter," John nodded, pushing my braids back from my face. "I think he picks one out of every group. You're it." He kissed my forehead. "I talked to Charles. He's Navy, knows how to deal with a small boat. We're fishing at four. Stay in here. He said he'll have Sarah pick you up to go to the pond. Don't move around this camp alone, understand?"

I nodded yes.

"I'll be back by noon, if not before, okay?"

I nodded, looking up at him. The moon's reflection on his blue eyes made them almost glitter. His lashes looked blonde and sandy against his skin, beginning to disappear with the tan he was getting.

"Nothing is going to happen to you," he said with a confidence I'd come to know.

"Yes," I whispered. "Yes, sir."