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ARIA

I wanted to catch Triton off guard and be the one in control.

After the way he screwed me against the wall the night before, it was technically my turn.

So I grabbed his erection and turned around, sliding one knee over him as I situated myself facing his cock.

The man hadn’t made it any kind of a secret how much he wanted me.

Or how much he liked looking at me, touching me, and tasting me.

He’d want to watch my body move while I had him in my mouth.

The rumble of his growl made me hotter, but I was sure he could already see the slickness between my thighs anyway.

Talking to him about sex made me hot.

Hell, just talking to him in general made me hot.

Talking to a guy had never felt so easy or natural before, and he genuinely listened to what I said.

It was hard not to be attracted to him because of that.

And because of everything else, obviously.

Before he had a chance to make the first move, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the head of his gigantic cock.

There was no way I’d fit his whole length, so I gripped the base of him instead.

He swore viciously, gripping my upper thighs and parting them further.

I bobbed slowly, taking a little more of him, a little deeper.

He gritted out another curse, his fingers digging into my legs so roughly, I wondered if he would break the skin.

It would probably feel like a victory if he did.

I wasn’t exactly a professional at blowjobs—this was only my second—but considering he’d never had one before, I wasn’t worried about impressing him.

And the man was clearly enjoying it.

“Stop,” he snarled, and I paused.

I looked back to find his chest heaving, his eyes wild and his nails definitely cutting into my skin.

“Too much? Too rough? Or?—”

“No. Evve tah .” Triton’s words were sharp, and without hesitation.

“If you keep going, you’ll be choking on my release.”

I blinked.

And blinked again.

“You want me to stop so you don’t come in my mouth?”

“I can’t imagine it would be pleasant. My release is far more violent than yours.”

He couldn’t be serious.

But I stared at him for another minute, and saw no sign that he was joking or lying.

The man genuinely told me to stop because he was worried about me tasting his pleasure.

I’d read books where men forced their woman to swallow, and if not forced, at least called them good girl for doing it.

Triton was a marshmallow.

A huge, gorgeous, sexy marshmallow.

And I was absolutely here for it.

“Are you real?” I asked.

His forehead creased.

“Yes?”

I laughed.

“You don’t sound sure.”

“It’s a strange question.”

“It’s a strange situation.”

“I suppose.” His hands slid further up my thighs.

“Just let me pleasure you, Sweetheart.”

“I want you to come in my mouth, Triton.” I lowered my face back to his cock, and his hips jerked violently when I wrapped my lips around him again.

“Stop worrying about me. If you can handle my orgasms, I can handle yours. You’re mine, remember?”

As I spoke into his mind, I bobbed slowly, taking him deeper and working the base of his erection with my hand.

He snarled again, and his release flooded my throat.

His fingers bruised my thighs through his climax, his hips jerking and his cock throbbing violently.

He tasted the same way he smelled—like salt and spices—and I couldn’t help but rock my hips as my own need ramped up.

“ Arre vah ,” he panted, when his climax came to an end.

I eased my mouth off his erection, still holding the base.

The man wasn’t done.

He had two more orgasms in him, which was still freaking insane to me.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“You’ve said it a few times, and I don’t know the translation.”

His chest rose and fell heavily, but his ears reddened.

Almost like he was embarrassed.

“There’s an illness that you get if you eat a certain type of fish in our sea. It increases your temperature to the point of delirium. You hallucinate about your deepest desires for days until you recover from the fever, or die. We call the period of sickness and temporary insanity arre vah .”

Ohh.

Shit.

So when he said that…

he was calling me his deepest desire.

The fever dream he wanted more than he could fathom.

I didn’t know what to say.

So I just lowered my mouth back to his erection and took him in my mouth again.

He growled, using his grip on my thighs to drag me up his body.

His cock popped free, but I maintained my grip on it as he sat me on his face and dragged his tongue over my clit.

I gasped, and he licked me again, slower.

He worked me almost painfully slow, until I was shattering on his mouth with a desperate sound.

His magic joined his tongue as I came down from my high.

I dragged mine to the surface, making him swear against my core as I hit him with it while I jerked him off.

We lost control together moments later, and Triton had me on my back before I’d recovered from the climax.

My king leaned over me, his gaze intense and his hands hot on my thighs.

“Surprised you don’t want to take me from behind again,” I panted.

“That was hot yesterday.”

“I want to see your eyes when I make you come this time.”

“Sounds intense.”

“As it should.” Triton captured my mouth, and the taste of each other’s pleasure combined as we kissed.

He lined his cock up with my entrance, and after he lifted one of my thighs to wrap around his back, he filled me slowly.

I felt everything .

Every ridge.

Every throb.

Every motion.

It was bliss.

Pure, undiluted pleasure.

Our tongues moved together, stroking and exploring and edging the pleasure higher as he pulled out and thrust in.

It didn’t feel like fucking.

It felt like…

well, almost like I’d imagine making love to be.

It was obviously too soon for us to feel that way for each other, but the intensity of the moment was undeniable.

Our bodies worked as one, taking each other to the heights of pleasure until we shattered at the same time, our magic mingling in the air as we climaxed.

When we came down from the high together, I caught my breath as I pressed my forehead against Triton’s neck while he held me close.

Maybe he was right about being abducted by the king of the sea.

Maybe it wasn’t the worst thing that could’ve happened to me.

Hell, maybe it was even the best.

We spent the rest of the day in the ocean, practicing my magic.

Which inevitably led to more sex, of course.

And more soreness the next day, because swimming still wrecked me.

The following day went the same—morning sex, followed by training, more screwing, and more swimming.

The day after that, we had to go back into the castle to find something to eat.

We ended up chatting with a bunch of turned humans and their mates.

Someone asked for help with something after our meal, and somehow, I ended up holding the cutest baby I’d ever seen while Triton played a game with a net of water and a small army of children.

When the game ended and I (somewhat reluctantly) handed the baby back to her mother, we stopped by an office near the throne room before heading to our grotto.

Triton’s spies didn’t have any more news about the selkies’ plans, unfortunately, but they spent some time trying to come up with and prepare for a handful of things that could go wrong in the coming weeks.

After the meeting, Triton ran me through the steps of what would happen if there was an attack.

We’d be practicing that process repeatedly over the next few days, and I wasn’t at all against the idea.

There weren’t any other problems to deal with, so when we were done with that, we went to the beach and made our way back into the ocean for more training.

While we were swimming, Triton showed me everything around the castle.

He wanted me to have a mental map of the ocean near the island, so I would always know how to get back home if I needed to.

It was strange to think of the castle that way, but it was genuinely starting to feel like it.

And while navigation had never been one of my talents, I started to get a feel as far as which direction was which underwater, and I figured out how to get back even after he took me a long way from the castle.

Days passed quickly, and turned into weeks.

My magic started to feel like a part of me, instead of feeling foreign.

We spent a lot of time with the turned humans, and I always ended up holding a baby or two.

Or four.

The other ex-humans were not-so-secretly trying to make me catch the fever…

and it was kind of working.

Kind of.

A month went by without any problems or drama with the selkies.

Then a second month.

And a third.

I was starting to think the selkies had decided they were fine with not having control over the sea, but Triton was certain that wasn’t the case.

He knew them much better than I did, so I didn’t complain against his caution.

He didn’t bring up breeding again, and I obviously didn’t either.

I couldn’t get pregnant yet, so it didn’t particularly matter anyway.

But I found myself thinking about it, every time we curled up in bed together.

A baby with my eyes and his smile.

A squishy little pain in the ass to love, dote on, and snuggle with.

There were so many mated couples having children that I wasn’t personally concerned with repopulating merrae society.

But the more time I spent with babies, the more I liked them.

And the more I started to think I wanted one, even if I hadn’t admitted it aloud.

Thankfully, I still had time before I had to really make that decision.

Hopefully, a lot of time.