Page 4 of Filthy Wishes
“Fuck words,” he growls as he closes the distance between us.
His hands tangle into my hair as he moves my face for his kiss. When his lips touch mine, I swear angels, though mermaid’s make more sense, sing. A whole friggin’ choir of them, and I don’t think it’s in my head. A verifiable siren’s song that brings me closer to him in a way I didn’t know was possible.
In all my twenty years, I’ve avoided men like the plague, now I know why. I was waiting for him—my mate. I open my mouth to moan, but the sweep of his tongue cuts it off.
I am lost, and I never want to be found.
Chapter Three
Tridenton
As soon as my lips touched hers, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stop with just a kiss. She knows it too. She moans, and I feel it reverberate throughout my body. Somewhere in the kiss, we moved, and now her back is pressed against the door, and her arms have snaked around my neck, her fingers digging into the ends of my overly long hair.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her bed and imagine us there. The vision is so powerful, I stagger. I can feel a small percentage of what it will be like to be inside of her. Lifting her into my arms, I start to move over there, but she stops me.
“Wait!” she exclaims. I think that she is going to stop me all together, but instead, she just locks the door, then she smiles at me wickedly, and I don’t think that I will ever forget that look as long as I live. “Okay, go,” she says before kissing me all over my face. I smile under her kisses and continue on my way, turning so that I can lay her on her back. Despite never having done this, the millions of years of evolution that are ingrained in my DNA take over. I know exactly what to do to please her. I have dreamt of it so many times. All those dreams were hot, don’t get me wrong, but they were a virtual lesson about her as well. As I was made just for her, my cock is hardfor the first time ever. It feels heavy and foreign between my legs. After laying her down, I strip faster than I ever thought possible. She sucks in a deep breath when she sees me.
“I got you, my sweet nymph,” I tell her, and she just nods, her cheeks a charming shade of pink and getting redder. Moving toward her, I lift her cover-up off of her body, leaving her in just her black bikini. The bottoms are held together with tiny bows at her hips, so I untie them and pull them from her body. Her shyness seems to disappear as I stare at her. She leans forward a little bit, and I reach behind her and pull the string at the middle of her back and toss those tiny triangles away as well.
Now she’s gloriously naked in front of me, and she’s all fucking mine. I lose track of the amount of time I spend staring down at her beauty. I thank Poseidon that she’s mine. Breeding her is just the beginning.
“Tridenton?” she murmurs, bringing me out of my musings.
“Yes?” I answer thickly.
“Are you just going to stare at me?”
“I could,” I reply, my voice strained. My hand finds my cock and for the first time, I stroke myself, learning what I like. It’s an odd sensation, not unpleasant, but it’s not what I am after.
Mate, mate, mate, I chant internally. She is so close I can already taste her. My mouth waters, and it’s hard to swallow. My cock is dripping, and every muscle in my body is somehow both heavy and languid at the same time.
“Touch me,” she whispers, and I move forward without even thinking. Whatever she wants, it’s hers. I don’t care if I have to move Mount Olympus to get it done; it’s hers.
No more words are spoken as I reach her. I kiss her lips before moving down her body. She tastes of the sea, salt, and sand, but it does nothing to deter me. When I reach her sweet, bare pussy I can’t help but kiss her there too. She moans and writhes under my touch, and I lose it. My hips thrust into thebed; I am so close to spilling my seed, I don’t know how I am ever going to last once I am inside of her.
“Stop teasing me. I need more. Please. Please. Please,” she begs. The strained quivering of her voice as she begs me makes me snap. I should stop this madness and slide into her, but I can’t. I have to see this through. I feel the need to wear her lady cum as a badge of honor. I slide the tip of my index finger into her and feel how tight and wet she is. She squeezes my finger. “Tri, please. I’m gonna cum. Let me cum,” she says over and over.
“Cum for me, Sally. Give me that juice,” I demand, and she does. She shudders as her orgasm takes over.
“Oh. My. God. That was amazing.”
“Oh, babe. We’re just getting started,” I remind her.
“Right,” she says shakily.
Moving up her body, I kiss her, letting her taste herself. She moans into my mouth and wraps her legs around my waist. I groan as I sink into her heat. I push past her innocence and pull out, seeing her blood on me, sealing her fate as my mate. I feel the magic swirling between us.
“You’re mine now,” I tell her. She nods.
“Are you going to move?” she asks, giggling.
“Fuck yeah. I was just giving you a minute.”
“Did I ask for a minute? I just need you,” she says, moving her hips, grinding her clit against my cock. Guiding myself back inside of her, I thrust in and out of her until we are both shaking. I get the overwhelming urge to bite her, so locating her pulse point on her neck, I do so, breaking the skin. She screams, but not in pain. Something is happening, something no one told me about. She is becoming mine in all ways now. I have bound her to me, and in an instant, I fill her with my seed. She comes on my cock; I can feel it. There is no telling where I end, and she begins. We exist on another plane now, and I’ve never felt better. I can tell she hasn’t either. I can feel heremotions, and soon, I’ll hear her thoughts.
Our magic is only beginning.
Our hearts beat as one.