Page 20 of Fionn (Starlight Mermen #1 | Starlight Alien Mail Order Brides #7)

He laughed even harder. "Oh, poor Kelon. Now he will have to stroke his own rod rather than pay a prostitute to do it. And I bet his adoptive mother won't be happy. She might finally give up on him."

He carried me to the hammock. I didn't tell him to let me walk on my own two feet. I enjoyed being in his arms too much. That didn't mean that I couldn't be a strong, independent woman at other times. But right now, I needed to feel, smell, taste him.

"I do not believe this contraption will carry both our weight," Fionn said with a quizzical look at the hammock. It seemed big enough to me, but I didn't know what finmen weighed.

"I suppose... my bed is definitely big enough for the both of us."

He didn't reply. He just stared at me.

Had I been too forward? Had I made a mistake?

But then he growled, "Oh, my sweet little Peritan. Are you sure you are ready for this?"

No?

I knew that this wasn't a one-night stand. Fionn wasn't that kind of guy. He'd come to Earth to find a mate, a woman who would stay with him forever. Who would love him, cherish him, maybe start a family.

Could I be that woman?

"I want you," I said, barely a whisper. My throat was suddenly tight. "But will this work?"

"I will find it hard to blend in among Peritans," he said, misunderstanding me completely. "But we could live on this island, where people are used to aliens. Or find a similar place. Buy our own island. Or I could take you to Finfolkaheem and-"

"I meant, will you fit?" I interrupted. My cheeks burned.

His eyebrows shot up. "Will I...? Oh." He laughed.

"There are mentions in the Archives of offspring between finmen and Peritan females. The couple I first read about, Ma’vel and Jonet, had children together.

They stayed on your planet, blending in perfectly with the local population, so I assume they must have looked more like Peritans than finfolk.

I wonder if today, some of their descendants are still alive.

" Fionn smiled at me. "Maybe you are one of them.

It would explain why you are such an excellent swimmer.

And why the two of us found each other."

I pushed that thought aside. Something to dwell on later. Maybe Pam could test my DNA for it. But now, all I wanted to do was claim Fionn for myself.

"Bed," I commanded. "Now."

With a triumphant smirk, he carried me back to the resort as fast as he could, sand flying all around us. He burst through the veranda doors, only for us to be face to face with Cerban, Fionn's brother. The alien looked at us with bemusement and surprise.

"You could have told us you found her. Was it the IA as I'd suspected?"

"Yes. Kelon has been captured and will not return here. You can stop the search. Tell the crew to take the day off and relax. Also speak to the Peritans, please, and let them know what's going on. Now leave us."

Cerban laughed. "Don't worry, brother. I don't want to watch this. I will wait until I find my own female." He turned his attention to me. "I am honoured to have you join our family."

The finman left with a smile on his lips.

Fionn didn't waste any more time and carried us into the bedroom.

The bed had been made in my absence. The windows were open and the curtains were blowing in the breeze.

Someone had arranged a beautiful bouquet of flowers on the nightstand.

Did everyone know that Fionn was my match?

"Sorry for that interruption," Fionn said as he gently lowered me onto the cool silk sheets.

"Cerban was right, I should have called him the moment you arrived back on that beach.

But now that he knows, he can deal with everyone else and leave us in peace.

You deserve it. Maybe I should let you have a nap to make sure you're fully recovered-"

"No way," I interrupted. "I'm not going to wait any longer. I want you. Here, now. If you want me."

"Want me?" Fionn laughed. "I've never wanted anything more.

I have travelled across the stars to find you, Elise.

I knew that you were mine the instant I first heard your voice.

There may have been a screen between us, but it could not hide your beauty nor your inner spark.

I didn't need Pam and her tests to confirm that we are mates. I have always known."

He gently pushed the dress over my shoulders.

It slipped down my arms, exposing my naked breasts.

I hadn't bothered with a bra after the shower this morning.The fabric pooled around my waist, cool against my heated skin. Fionn’s eyes darkened, his greenskin trembling as if mirroring the shiver running through me.

He touched me reverently, fingertips almost hovering over my skin, as though I might vanish if he was too rough.

Up close, he seemed even larger, his broad shoulders and muscled chest framed by the greenskin that clung like kelp to his ribs and hips.He cupped my cheek, careful, as though I might startle.

“You’re so small, so soft,” he murmured, thumb tracing the curve of my jaw. The coolness of his touch made me tremble, though heat unfurled low in my belly. I wanted him so much.

“I don’t feel small with you,” I whispered, sliding my hands across the hard planes of his chest. His gills flared when I reached the perfect lines leading to his hips.

His lips curved, revealing the faint point of sharp teeth, a predator’s smile turned gentle just for me. “Elise… my mate.”

He lowered himself, pressing me into the silk sheets, his hair falling around us in an ink-black curtain. The scent of salt and sea wrapped around me, intoxicating, familiar yet utterly new. His weight, his heat, his alien strangeness - all of it was mine.

I pulled him down to me, claiming his mouth.

His kiss was nothing like human kisses - hotter, hungrier.

His taste filled me, intoxicating, like diving into deep water and knowing you’d never come up for air.

His sharp teeth scraped against my bottom lip, before histongue teased away the sting, soothing, then diving deeper.

My legs parted around him, and he pressed closer, his harness pushing against me with urgency. One large hand cradled my hip, the other exploring lower, fingertips testing, stroking, making me moan into his mouth. Every touch was reverent yet filled with a hunger barely held in check.

“Fionn,” I gasped, desperate now. “Please… I don’t want slow.”

"I want to explore your body." His voice was deliciously husky. "I want to get to know every part of you. Worship you from top to bottom. But now, today, I will lay claim to you."

His fingers reached my core, sneaking beneath my panties.

He parted my lips before pushing one thick, calloused finger inside of me.

I gasped, spreading my thighs wider. If that was his finger, what would his dick feel like?

What if he didn't fit? I needed him so much.

I would take it no matter how painful, but I could only stretch so wide.

"You are so tight," he breathed. "I need to prepare you first."

He removed his hand from between my legs, leaving me empty and bereft. I groaned with disappointment at the sudden change.

"Patience, little one."

Fionn pulled the dress down my legs and threw it onto the floor. He rubbed me through my wet panties, eliciting a string of moans, then ripped them apart.

I wanted to reprimand him for destroying my lingerie, but suddenly his mouth was between my legs, hot breath against my swollen lips.

When his tongue curled around my clit, I almost came there and then.

My fingers clawed at the sheets, searching for something to steady me, as he pushed his tongue deep inside me.

Fuck.

His bottom teeth pressed against my clit, teasing me with the promise of bites and nibbles.

He gripped my thighs with his massive hands and pulled them apart further.

His tongue did things I had no words for.

Flicks, deep dives into my inner sanctum, swirls and pushes, driving me further and further into ecstasy.

I moaned without control over the sounds I was making.

He stopped for a breath, and I looked down just in time to see him resurface from between my legs, his face covered in my wetness, his pupils dilated, his skin a darker shade it had been before.

“Delicious,” he growled, voice rough, primal. His tongue flicked over his lips, lapping up what I’d given him. “I could feast on you for days.”

“Fionn,” I whimpered, half-plea, half-demand. I was shaking, trembling with need. “I can’t… I need more.”

His smile was dark and knowing as he crawled up my body, dragging his mouth across my stomach, my breasts, until he kissed me again. I tasted myself on his lips. The intimacy of it sent another shiver through me.

“Mine,” he whispered against my mouth. “You’ll always be mine.”

"And you are mine. Now fuck me."

He kissed me one last time. "Gladly."

He straightened and I saw him for the first time.

Fuck. He was huge. A dark shade of turquoise that turned a shimmering silver at the bulging head.

Below, three balls rather than two, the silky skin textured like scales.

He took his cock into his hand and the skin rippled .

I blinked. Ridges moved beneath the surface, up and down like waves on the beach.

That was going to feel incredible inside me.

"Like what you see?" He ran his hand along his cock and the ripples moved faster.

"That's incredible."

"I take it Peritan males look different?"

"You can say that again. Do you have control over those...ripples?"

"A little. But I know that as soon as I bury myself inside you, I will lose all control. You are beautiful, Elise. You smell like the most delicious dessert in the galaxy. And now I will claim you."

He pushed my thighs apart again and positioned himself between them, his cock pushing against my entrance.

"Ready?" he asked. I knew this was my last chance. He was holding back for my sake.

"Do it. Fuck me." I barely recognised my own voice.

The first push took my breath away. He stretched me wide, filling me inch by inch, until the burn blurred into a fullness that made my back arch off the sheets. I cried out, but then his hands were on my breasts, twirling my nipples, distracting me from the pain.

"Don't move," I gasped. "Give me a moment to adjust."

He leaned over me, a hulk of a man, and kissed me. It was not a gentle kiss. He claimed me with his tongue, plundering my mouth, until we were breathless and his taste filled my mouth.

I ran my hands over his back, hesitating when I got to the place on his flank where skin turned to greenskin.

"Touch it," he whispered hoarsely. "Please."

Gingerly, I slid my fingers along the smooth strips of skin. They were slightly wet. If I'd had my eyes closed, I would have assumed I was touching kelp.

Fionn groaned. "Do... not... stop."

He continued the kiss while I stroked his greenskin, marvelling at how smooth and slick it was. It shivered beneath my touch, the most alien part of him. He'd said it could sense currents in the water. Did it sense what I felt for him?

Fionn began to move in me, slow strokes at first, then picking up speed.

I was stretched to the brink, but I was so wet that I was no longer in pain.

I knew he was holding back. He was fully controlled, scared to let go.

For this first time, I accepted that. But once he understood that I wasn't breakable, that he would not hurt me, I would demand that he give up all control and surrender to the desperate need driving us both.

“Too much?” he panted. His green eyes burned into mine, desperate and tender all at once.

I shook my head fiercely. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Pleasure built in relentless waves. My cries filled the room, unrestrained, shameless.

He drove into me harder, faster, chasing me to the edge.

His fingers found my clit, stroking in time with his thrusts, while I massaged his greenskin.

His hand cupped my breast, flicking my nipple just the way I liked it,and I shattered around him with a scream.

He followed me over the edge a moment later, roaring my name as he spilled inside me, his body convulsing against mine. His sharp teeth closed on my shoulder in a primal claim, not breaking skin but sending another jolt of ecstasy through me.

The ripples around his cock were relentless, driving me from one shattering climax to another, while I screamed and swore and revelled in bliss. I was surfing the wave and he was there, next to me, holding me, whispering to me until I reached the shore and could breathe again.

We collapsed together in the tangle of silk sheets, both shaking, breathless. His greenskin stuck to my sweaty skin, connecting us. It shuddered softly every time he took a breath.

Fionn kissed me softly, reverently. I was limp, barely able to return the kiss. Still floating in post-orgasm bliss.

“Elise,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “You’re my mate. My future. My everything.”