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nineteen

ARIA

One dance became two, then three, then ten.

When everyone finally started leaving, we were still in the ballroom.

I had turned in Triton’s arms a few songs earlier, so our fronts were pressed together while we swayed.

He was still hard, and I was slick between my thighs.

It felt too good to move with him like that, so I hadn’t asked if he was ready to leave.

Even if he was, I wasn’t.

And he didn’t seem to have any plans to rush me.

The itching in my scales had grown super intense, which meant it was going to start at any time.

And what I now knew about that made me both warm…

and nervous.

Eloise had literally drawn me a diagram on a napkin with wine she dipped her finger in.

Other women had piped in about their experiences with it, too.

It , meaning, breeding.

Not just breeding, but the kind of sex that only happened during it.

Weird, kinky, mermonster sex.

I’d been flushed ever since they explained it.

After a few more songs, Triton’s hands slid down my back.

His fingers brushed one of my scales, and I shuddered violently.

“You’re close, Sweetheart,” he murmured.

“How are you feeling after talking to the other women?”

“Horny.”

He chuckled.

“I’m sure that I want a baby,” I admitted.

“Less sure about the ways your body is going to change when my first scale falls out.”

“What part are you worried about?”

“All of it.”

“Then let’s talk it through.”

A quick look around the room proved that there were only a few couples nearby.

Two were snuggled up together, swaying to the music.

Another couple was eating food and talking.

A group of them were all caught up in a conversation, laughing together.

I stepped closer to Triton, even though we were speaking mentally so I knew no one else could hear.

“The double cock thing is kind of overwhelming.”

“Right. We can start with one, and you can get pregnant without double penetration if you aren’t interested in trying that.”

The girls had mentioned it being optional, but hearing it from Triton was still a relief.

“What about the barbs? There’s no way to avoid that part, right?”

“There’s not. If you want to get pregnant, they’re unavoidable. They’re only supposed to enhance your pleasure, but if there’s pain, we can stop after doing it once.”

“That’s true.”

His hands slid down to my ass.

I knew he didn’t care what anyone around us might think of the PDA.

“Anything else you’re worried about?”

“Not really. I ? —”

I sucked in a breath, my hips arching slightly as I felt warmth roll through my back.

My scale was loose.

Definitely loo?—

I bit my lip on a moan when I felt it fall.

Triton caught it, tucking it in his pocket before his hand dragged up to the spot and stroked it lightly.

It was so insanely sensitive, my entire body clenched with pleasure.

“I need you.”

“I’m yours, Sweetheart.”

“Do you feel it?”

“You tell me.”

I leaned against him a little more, and I flushed from head to toe when I felt his bulge.

Holy crap, it was really happening.

He stroked the spot where I was missing my scale again, and I nearly climaxed then and there.

A soft moan escaped me, and he pulled me tighter against him.

“I’m taking you to the bathroom. We’re not making it to our room.”

I made a sound of agreement.

He turned me around in his arms and walked me across the dance floor.

If people were watching, I didn’t notice them.

I was too focused on the feel of his erection against my back.

Erection s .

I was definitely in over my head.

Good thing I could breathe water.

It took what felt like an eternity to make it to the bathroom.

When he finally locked the door behind us and yanked my skirt up to my waist, I could’ve cried in relief.

He walked me to the countertop, sink, and mirror.

The pretty stone sparkled, but I barely noticed it.

“How wet are you for me, Sweetheart?” he rumbled against my back, making me moan.

“Soaked.”

“Show me.”

The command made me hot.

I slipped my hand between my thighs and dragged my fingers over my center.

The slickness soaked my skin.

“How does it feel?”

“So good.”

“Not your touch, Sweetheart. Your cunt. Tell me how that feels.”

“Wet. Hot. Swollen. Needy.”

“Show me,” he repeated, leaning me over the countertop as I eased my fingers away from my core.

Triton’s hand wrapped around my wrist, and he lifted my fingers to his mouth, slowly licking my pleasure off my skin.

“Delicious.”

Releasing my wrist, he lowered his hand to my core.

He slid his fingers over my clit, and I moaned aloud.

His touch was gone far too soon, and he pressed his fingers to my mouth.

“Taste how much you want me.”

Ohh.

I parted my lips, and he slid his fingers between them.

I ground against his hardness as the saltiness of my own need flooded my mouth.

“Triton,” I moaned around him.

“I need you.”

“You’ll take my fingers first, to prepare.” He nipped my throat with his teeth, and I tilted my head to the side to give him more access.

He slipped his hand away from my mouth and lowered it back to my core, reaching around me to drag his fingers over my clit.

His thumb teased it while he filled me with three fingers.

His other hand wrapped around my mouth to muffle my cries of pleasure as he slowly fucked me.

I came dizzyingly fast, but it wasn’t enough.

My body was practically buzzing with need.

He slid his fingers free and lifted me higher on the countertop.

My palms spread on the stone for balance, and his slick hand dipped beneath my ass.

The head of his cock pressed against my entrance a moment later.

“You’re sure it won’t hurt?” I asked against the hand he still had covering my mouth.

“Positive. You’ll be screaming in pleasure for so long that everyone in the ballroom will know exactly what we’re doing.”

I was so overwhelmed with need, I wasn’t even embarrassed by his words.

“Then hurry up already.”

He gave me a rough laugh before thrusting inside me, slowly.

His cock definitely felt different.

Harder, and smoother.

The sensation was unreal.

I moaned a curse against his hand as he filled me, swearing into my ear while he drove in deeper.

“Fuck, Sweetheart, you’re so wet and tight for me tonight.”

We groaned together when he bottomed out inside me.

My toes curled, my entire body arching as I tried to take more of him, but that was everything.

I suddenly understood what the other women were talking about when they said no one ever only wanted one cock during breeding.

Somehow, I ached for more.

“We’re not lasting long like this. Stay loose when we come, or the barbs will feel more intense,” he said.

I wanted to feel more intense, though my thoughts were clearly scrambled by the heat of the moment and my hormones.

He pulled out and thrust lightly.

Once.

Twice.

A third time.

His fingers brushed my clit, and I shattered with a scream against his palm.

He snarled into my ear, his cock throbbing and swelling.

My scream of pleasure grew louder as thick protrusions emerged from his hardness, locking him inside me.

They weren’t cutting me, but they were intensely sharp in a way that warned me I’d better not move.

The pressure of them dragged out my climax longer than I would’ve ever imagined.

It didn’t stop.

It just.

Kept.

Going.

Triton kissed my shoulders and throat, stroking my skin as I came, and came, and came.

My eyes watered from overwhelming pleasure, not pain.

“How long?” I choked out.

“Only a few more seconds, Sweetheart. I can feel them starting to loosen.”

I moaned.

He kissed my throat again, still slowly rubbing my arms and breasts through my pleasure.

The barbs finally eased a moment later, and I was panting violently when they disappeared completely into his erection, ending my orgasm.

“Holy fuck,” I panted, earning a low laugh.

“You feel good?”

“Way more than good.”

“I need to get you back to the grotto now, so I’m going to have to pull out.”

I made a noise of protest, and he chuckled.

“I know, Sweetheart, but I’m not taking you again in this bathroom. I want to hear your screams of pleasure freely while I breed you.”

“How long does this last?”

“Until your final scale falls.” He dragged his thumb over the place I’d lost one on my back.

“We’ve got all night.”

He eased me off his erection, and I couldn’t help my sounds of pain.

I felt too empty without him inside me.

I needed him.

He fixed our clothes and held me to his chest as he carried me out of the bathroom.

People were probably staring, but I didn’t notice them.

Triton was all I saw.

All I cared about.

All I wanted.

Tonight he owned me completely, and I didn’t want it any other way.

It felt like it took forever to reach our room.

I kept moving against Triton, trying to find relief, but he didn’t give me what I wanted while we were in the hallway.

As soon as we landed on the platform in the grotto, bypassing the pond and lake entirely, I was shoving his clothes down.

“Skirts shouldn’t look this good on men,” I mumbled, struggling with the fabric.

My hands were shaking too much.

Hell, my whole body was.

He chuckled, putting his hands on mine and helping me work the fabric down.

Before it even hit the floor, I was staring, my lips parted and my chest rising and falling quickly.

Eloise’s diagram was accurate.

Two entire penises, sort of stacked.

One on top of the other.

Both hard and ready, standing up straight.

The bottom one was thinner, so I had no question which part of me it was made for.

“Are they both sensitive?” I asked.

“Very.” He lifted my hand and stroked the bottom erection with it, closing his eyes and tipping his head back.

I wrapped my fingers around the top one, still sticky with our releases.

Not as sticky as I was, but still.

I made a soft sound of need, squeezing my thighs together as slickness dripped down the insides of them.

“You need more,” he rumbled.

I didn’t want to admit it, but yeah.

I did.

He peeled my top over my head and dragged his hands over my breasts.

I watched him tease my nipples and work my tits slowly, my breath picking up again.

“Just… sit down.” I pushed him toward the nearest chair.

It was only a foot or so to my right.

He went willingly, tugging my skirt down as he sat.

I climbed onto his lap without pause, and he pulled me close, capturing my mouth in his.

Our tongues fought as we moved, his cocks throbbing beneath me.

He lined the top one up with my slit again, pulling me down slowly over his erection.

I moaned into his mouth, rocking lightly against him.

The same feeling from before hit me.

I needed more.

And he could give it to me.

“I want both,” I breathed against his lips.

He growled.

“Not yet, Sweetheart. You’re not ready.”

“Like hell I’m not.”

He dragged his fingers through the slickness around the place we were connected, and lifted them to my ass.

He teased the sensitive slit lightly, and I moaned louder, rocking against him.

“You want to take my cock here, prove you can handle my finger first,” he said.

“Fine.”

He coated one of his fingers in our release while I continued to move over his cock, swiveling my hips and riding him slowly.

His other erection was throbbing against my back entrance, driving me mad.

When the tip of his finger entered me, I shattered suddenly.

A scream of pleasure tore through my lips, and I bounced and rocked hard.

Triton swore, his cock swelling again as the barbs grew, stretching and claiming me.

His finger slid in deeper, and the pleasure was so consuming, I fell silent.

My gaze was locked on his, my lips parted and my body so overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pleasure that I couldn’t say anything.

The pleasure went on.

And on.

And on.

He stroked my skin and murmured sweet words to me through my climax, like in the bathroom, but his finger remained buried as deep inside me as it could go.

When it ended, I leaned against Triton’s chest for support.

He freed his finger from my body, but his cock stayed firmly buried inside me while I caught my breath.

“I hope this is good for you too,” I panted, and Triton sputtered a laugh.

“Sweetheart, I’m watching my cock bring you so much pleasure you can hardly fucking handle it, while I fill you with my seed over and over again. In a moment, I’ll be filling you so completely that I’ll be able to feel one cock release inside you while the other does the same. There is nothing that could make this better for me. Understand?”

I nodded, and he kissed me hard.

It wasn’t long before my need started to rise again, and my hips started to rock.

Triton growled, lifting me just a little.

I sucked in a breath when the head of his second cock met my back entrance.

It was hard, thick, and smooth—and exactly what I needed.

He filled me with it slowly, stretching my body in ways I never could’ve imagined.

The moment he bottomed out inside me with both erections, I was lost to pleasure once again, coming hard and taking him over the edge with me.

We were locked together all night in what felt like one endless orgasm—and by the time it ended, there was nothing I could possibly do except fall asleep in my mate’s steady, open arms.

We slept in late the next morning, not getting up until Rayna broke into our heads to let us know the selkies were there.

“How do you feel, Sweetheart?” Triton asked me, his eyes warm even though his eyelids were heavy with sleep.

I stretched a little, trying to determine the answer.

“Sore, but otherwise normal.”

“Good.” He ran a hand over the curve of my back.

“How about you? Everything back to normal?” I lifted the blanket over us playfully, pretending to check his cock.

As expected, there was only one.

And for the first time since I met him, it wasn’t hard.

He chuckled.

“Yep, back to the basics until next year.”

My chest warmed with the thought of next year.

That was a long time with Triton, and I was so insanely glad that I was going to have it.

“We should shower before we meet with the selkies,” I said.

“Unless you’re going to treat me differently, now that I’ve let you breed me.”

“Yes, I must keep my broodmare locked away,” he drawled.

I snorted, and he grinned.

“Come on, Sweetheart. Let’s get my cum washed off this pretty, soft skin so we can go to our meetings.”

“Mmkay.”

He hauled me out of bed and used his magic to carry us into the castle.

After he started the water and pulled me in, I leaned against his chest beneath the stream of it.

I looked up at him, watching as he ran soap and his fingers through his hair.

A thought occurred to me, suddenly.

“Triton,” I said.

“Hmm?” He met my gaze, his hair still soapy.

“You told me you loved me yesterday, and I didn’t say it back.”

His lips curved.

“You didn’t have to. I heard it from your thoughts.” He tapped my temple lightly.

“Well, I do love you.”

“I know.” He kissed me slowly, until I pulled away and made him finish washing his hair.

Triton and his two commanders—Platt and Greta had obviously been removed from duty ages ago—made a detailed plan to handle the monsters in the depths with the selkies that day.

The selkies’ fighters would be helping them, so there was no chance they could make a move against those of us who stayed in the castle.

It sounded pretty straightforward to me, and none of the merrae seemed concerned with what the endeavor would require.

I was a little worried when I realized that Triton would need to leave me in the castle, but at the same time, I had expected it.

Being married to the king had to have some drawbacks, after all.

Thankfully, occasions like this one didn’t happen often.

Triton and the others left the next morning, and I spent the day on the roof.

I stretched my magic, practicing with it while keeping an eye on the beach to make sure the selkies didn’t have another plan to come at us while the king was away.

My friends had told me that I’d know if I was pregnant within a day or two of breeding, because I’d start feeling sick.

The nausea set in while I sat on the roof, and it got worse when I realized I couldn’t tell my mate until he returned.

The last thing I needed was to distract him in the middle of a fight.

Triton and the warriors weren’t back when the sun went down.

I’d puked over the ledge of my platform an hour earlier and used my magic to wash it away, but I still didn’t dare reach for my mate’s mind.

It was dark, but I hadn’t budged from the roof when he told me they were headed home.

I stayed where I was for the next few hours while they traveled back.

When my mate and his warriors stepped out of the water and headed up the beach, I finally vaulted off the platform.

The sea carried me safely to the sand, and I ran right into Triton’s waiting arms.

He thanked his warriors as they left us on the beach.

His hands cradled my face, and he tipped my head back to meet my eyes.

The moment reminded me so much of the first day we had met—but better.

So much better.

“Hello, Sweetheart.” His lips were curved, his eyes bright.

He was happy .

And I was the one who had made that happen.

“I’m pregnant,” I breathed.

His eyes brightened and his mouth stretched into a wide grin before he kissed me.

His lips were warm and comfortable, his taste reminding me of home.

Triton was mine.

And fuck, I was so glad he made me his on that beach back on Earth.