Page 61 of Fae Tithe (The Cursed Courts #1)

Lance grinned, showing his fangs, nodding.

Helena leant forward, nuzzling her mouth to his skin, showering him in butterfly-light kisses.

She pulled her lips back and bit, hard. The Merman threw his head back with a gasp, shuddering under Helena’s teeth.

When she felt blood flow, she pulled back, giving him a playful grin.

Lance’s chest heaved, and she felt him against her belly in the water. His heart hammered against her breasts as he crushed her to him. Helena wiggled her arm down between the press of their bodies and she lightly clasped Lance’s exposed cock. He shuddered under her touch.

“Yes?” she asked, eyes searching his face, heart fluttering with excitement.

The Merman glanced down into the water and then back up to her.

He gave her a firm nod. Lance did not let her out of his grasp, but she leant back enough to be able to work her scaled hand up and down his cock.

He threw his head back and sung a moan. The muscles in his arms and chest twitched as Helena worked him over and over again.

“That’s it,” she whispered. “Does that feel good?”

Lance chanted something in response, eyes squeezed shut, nodding vigorously.

She felt her own excitement pool between her thighs as she gave him pleasure.

Helena carefully studied his face as his expression turned euphoric, his desire feeding hers as she watched him greedily.

Eventually, she felt his cock throb and thicken under her fingers.

Lance threw his head back and roared as he released himself into her hand and it drifted off into the sea.

He heaved heavily into the crook of her neck as he recovered, the muscles of his chest still twitching.

Eventually, he lay back, floating, pulling Helena on top of his chest. She pressed her ear to his thundering heart.

Helena offered him a smug grin as he glanced down at her face.

Lance bucked his tail playfully and she nearly slipped from his grasp.

The Merman caught her and simply held her closer as he worked his tail up and down, taking her back to the beach.

Lance held Helena to him as he shifted on the sand, his tail splitting in two to form legs, and fangs reducing in length to pointed teeth. He pressed kisses to her cheeks and neck, and she felt him harden beneath her, ready for her again.

“I am never letting you go,” he purred in Seeliespeak.

Helena sat side on to the Merman and settled into his strong lap, her arms thrown around his neck.

He crushed his lips to hers. Lance’s tongue explored her eager mouth, and she ran hers over his pointed teeth, her body tingling at the thought of his bite.

She felt as though her wet skin was singing under his sweeping touches.

Lance palmed her breasts, rolling her hard nipples between his fingertips, and she let out breathy pants.

Helena broke their long kiss and moved her lips to his ear.

“I need you, Lance. Mark me. Bite me. Make me your Bound,” she whispered softly, coaxing him into action. She needed him inside her.

Helena wiggled her ass against his lap. Wetness pooled between her thighs as she felt his hard cock press into her skin.

Helena watched as one of the Merman’s arms flew out and grabbed his vest that he had discarded on the shoreline.

He hurriedly spread it over the sand with his free hand.

Lance shifted her from his lap and lowered her onto the material.

“What are you doing?” Helena giggled, pressing her legs together.

Lance knelt by her closed knees. He leant forward and ran his blunt nails over her belly, tracing them over her stretch marks.

“I love these,” he crooned. “They remind me of sunlight on the water.” He stroked his hands between her thighs, easing her open to him. “As for what I am doing... I have been starving for you, sweetheart.”

Lance dove between her legs and buried his face there, making her jolt with surprise.

He eagerly ran his tongue from her entrance to her clit, nuzzling into her, before finally landing on her most sensitive spot.

He lashed his tongue back and forth as Helena writhed and moaned beneath him, calling out his name.

Lance ravished her with his tongue over and over.

Her crescendo built as her limbs began to twitch, toes digging into the sand.

Then, Helena’s vision spun as she plummeted into her first climax, panting heavily.

Lance’s mouth followed her movements as her hips bucked against his face, his stubble scratching the inside of her thighs, feasting on her delicious euphoria.

He gave her no respite before he pushed two fingers inside her. Helena’s wetness made it easy for him to slip inside. His tongue worked everywhere over her vulva, and he pumped away, the thickness of his fingers stretching her deliciously after their abstinence during Helena’s recovery.

“Lance!” she cried out.

Wetness gushed from her as she came for a second time, limbs trembling as pleasure pulsed all the way to her fingers and toes.

She closed her eyes as she saw blissful, dancing stars.

When Helena opened them again, she looked down at Lance between her thighs.

He lifted his face from her clit, resting his chin on her dark curls.

Fierce love for her Merman burnt in her chest as he gave her a satisfied grin.

“I thought I should at least return the favour,” he crooned, pressing a kiss to the hair between her legs.

He shifted and leant back onto his knees.

Lance’s strong thighs shone in the moonlight.

Helena drank in his beautiful, lean form.

She tried to form words, tell him how stunning he was, how much she desired him.

She found herself unable to speak as the peak he had given her continued to roll over her in waves.

The Merman squeezed her ankle with his fingers.

Helena, knowing this signal, rolled over to land on her hands and knees.

“Good girl,” he purred.

Lance pressed smouldering kisses up from the base of her spine to the back of her neck, leaving a trail of tingling heat, fluttering butterflies in her belly.

He gathered Helena’s hair into one hand and pushed it to the side, exposing where her neck swept into her shoulder.

Lance pressed his forefinger there, dimpling her skin beneath his touch.

Helena groaned and rocked back on her knees to press her ass into his hard cock. “Come on Lance,” she said, finally finding her tongue.

“Give me a moment,” Lance croaked.

She felt him run his hands from the top of her shoulders, dip into her waist, and squeeze the round of her ass. Helena could hear the heavy pant of Lance’s breaths as his erection twitched near her wet entrance.

She looked over her shoulder at him, casting her gaze upwards. His golden-brown body gleamed from the blue glow of the sea. The Merman’s freckles shone brightly as his eyes bore down reverently into her. His corded biceps worked as he massaged her skin in devotion.

To Helena, he was so beautiful, so magnificent. He looked every part a monarch of the sea as he loomed over her.

“I need you,” she whispered.

“For the love of the sea, you are too perfect, too precious.” He leant forward to her right ear and nipped at it. “Say please, Len,” the High Prince whispered.

She shivered at his hot breath on her neck.

“Please Lance,” she panted, wiggling.

He groaned at her teasing. The Merman angled his hips and slowly slid the tip of his cock into her entrance. Helena hissed with pleasure at the push.

“Is that alright? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said huskily. “You must tell me if it starts to hurt.”

“It feels good. Don’t stop, just go very slow, and I promise to tell you,” she whispered back into his lips.

Lance leant back and gave her slow, half thrusts, each one stretching her a little more, readying her for his full length.

“Come on. Please, Lance. I’m ready,” Helena begged, her legs trembling from the torturously slow tempo.

“You’re so ready for me, so wet,” he rumbled.

His groin eventually pressed flush against the round of Helena’s ass, and she quivered at how full she felt. She had missed this, and him, so much.

She felt Lance tremble as he pulled all the way out of her and slid all the way back in, her wet excitement aiding in the movement.

She loved the feel of him inside of her.

Helena adored the sensation he gave her of being completely full.

She could no longer think of anything but him and how well they fit together, like they were made for each other.

Lance repeated the languid deep thrusts, over and over again, keeping his tempo measured.

Helena gave cries of pleasure, gripping his vest underneath her.

Lance loved her cute, breathy pants as he pushed in and out of her.

He leant forward, his braided abdomen firm against the softness of her back.

The Merman adored how she was thick and strong.

He loved how her curves pressed and relaxed only to him.

Lance’s arms landed above her shoulders and his hands covered hers, gripping the curl of her twitching fingers.

He ran his teeth from the back of her neck and into the right-side swoop of her shoulder as he worked in and out of her.

“You’re sure?” he whispered into her ear.

“Please. Mark me. Bite me,” she panted.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he agreed eagerly.