Page 13 of Making Out With Mermaids (Haven Ever After #6)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

BETMAL

T his trip was meant to be about Amatheia’s leg, and now that we’ve accomplished that goal, the rest of our time is about pleasure. Hers. Ours. I suspected, given the rigidity of her uncle’s court, she wasn’t well versed in the bedroom. But when she said she’s never done what we’re doing now—I shouldn’t take pride in being the first to do it with her.

But I do.

Because I know I’ll make it beautiful for her, like she deserves.

She stands on the balcony, sketching in her notebook as I arrange the food for us. That done, I join her, laying her glorious dark locks over her shoulder and planting a trail of less-than-chaste kisses up her spine. When I reach her shoulder again, I bite my way along it, swirling my tongue over her soft, cool skin.

A moan is her response, and she arches back, rubbing her ass against my front. Growling out my pleasure, I run a hand up her stomach to collar her throat, angling her head to one side as I make my way roughly up her neck.

“Ama,” I manage. “The food is ready, darling. Come eat.”

Her chest heaves beneath my forearm. The pencil falls from her hand, the notebook nearly toppling over the railing to fall below. I grab it with my free hand and laugh low in her ear. “Don’t lose the art, ma siréne. We need that. Come.”

She spins in my arms, blue eyes dropping to my lips. Her cheeks are flushed, her body rocking against mine.

Taking it slowly is for the fucking birds. But the best thing I can do is honor that request. I give her twenty-four hours before she scraps the idea and tackles me.

How fucking glorious.

Turning, I stand in the doorway, offering her my hand. She takes it, curling her fingers around mine. I pull her inside and sit next to her. As she drops into the seat, I pull a slip of silk from my pocket.

“Come here, darling.” I crook a finger, holding it as I stare at her. “Do you trust me, Ama?”

“Yes.” She lets out a ragged breath. “But what’s that for?”

I grin. “I want to blindfold you and feed you, darling. Nothing further than that. Sexy but still slow.”

Her mouth drops open.

Oh, my poor sweet mate.

Taking her silence and that heated look for consent, I lean forward and wrap the silk over her eyes and around her head, tying it off at the back. She halts, zipping her mouth closed.

“Stop me at any time if you’re nervous,” I murmur in her ear. “This is about finding out what you like, my sweet.”

Grabbing a chocolate-covered strawberry from the rolling cart, I rub it over her lips, dragging the soft shell along her plump mouth.

“What do you think I picked first?” I wait for her to answer.

She licks her lips. “Food, I expect.”

Brat.

I reach out and slap the side of her ass. The sound cracks through the room as she yips, but she arches and moans at the same time.

“Try harder, darling.”

She nips her lower lip. “I didn’t see what the food was…but I think I smell chocolate?”

Grabbing the strawberry, I roll it down the column of her throat and along her collarbone, then back up to her mouth.

“Take a bite.” I hold it still as her tongue peeks out to taste it.

When she bites, I join her and nip the berry, my tongue tangling with hers, teasing, just the hint of what I want to do. She moans soft and low, arching into me as she moves her tongue against mine.

“Let’s try something else,” I offer. I grab a bit of pineapple next, slipping it between her lips. “Suck, ma siréne. Gently now.”

She hollows her cheeks around the length of pineapple, sucking hard enough for the juice to drip down her chin and into the divot at the base of her throat.

“When I teach you to suck me off,” I say with a growl, “it’ll be like this, Ama. Gently at first. Run your tongue around the tip, then flick it.”

Her acquiescence has my cock throbbing in my pants, imagining those beautiful lips wrapped around my length. I cannot wait to teach her how to take me to the back of her throat and beyond. Another night, though. Because this night is all about her.

“Well done, my darling,” I praise. “Now bite and swallow.”

She bites a small chunk of the pineapple and chews. As she does, I bend forward and lick a stripe up her throat, capturing the juice that dripped there, cleaning her with my tongue.

Gods, “slowly” can be fun. I’d forgotten…it’s been so long.

Amatheia moans as I bite softly under her chin.

“I want more,” I whisper. “I want everything, ma siréne.”

I ordered a beautiful coconut créme br?lée, and I dip my forefinger into it now. Bringing it to her lip, I coat it with the sugary confection, then slide my finger into her mouth. I hold back a groan when her tongue slicks a wet circle around my digit. Gods above, I cannot wait to fuck her mouth and teach her everything I’ve learned over thousands of years of oral.

“Perfect.” I rub softly at her tongue before pulling my finger from her mouth. “Let’s try something a little more filling, shall we? Open wide, darling.”

She follows direction beautifully, opening her mouth even as her nostrils flare. The tips of her ears twitch as I cut a small bite of beef bourguignon, dredging it through mashed potatoes. When I lift it to her mouth, she sniffs delicately at it.

“I…don’t recognize that scent.”

“Take it into your mouth,” I command, loving how dirty and sensual almost anything can sound when said in the right tone.

She moans softly, but nips at the edges of the beef. Seeming to decide she likes it, she takes a larger bite and eats the whole thing from my fingers, licking them clean.

When she’s done, I grip the back of the chair and sink down onto her lap, holding myself steady as I rock my hips against hers. She gasps, which pulls a satisfied chuckle from me.

“If we weren’t taking it slowly, ma siréne, I’d remove my clothing and rub you all over my body.”

She cries out, curving against me as her hands come to my stomach and explore.

I bring my mouth just below her ear. “I’d tease you for hours with this big cock, and when I finally filled you, you’d shatter with me, Ama.”

She pants, her body rolling beneath mine as she runs her hands all over my torso. I grab one and guide it down my stomach to my rigid length, brushing her fingertips over it.

“This belongs to you and no one else. Never again, unless you want us to explore others.”

She sits up and rips the blindfold off, her expression fierce. “Never.” Her voice is all ferocious growl, her tiny fangs glinting in the low light of the room.

“I love how possessive you are, now that you know the truth.” I brush my lips over hers. “I aim to be worthy of your possession, Ama.”

She sits back, eyes roving my body, her gaze nearly a physical touch. An appreciative smile pulls tiny wrinkles to the corner of her lips.

“Eat, ma siréne,” I croon. “You must always be fed before anything else.”

She brings her eyes back to mine, brows curving mischievously as she opens her mouth.

I laugh and feed her until her belly’s full and the scent of her arousal is thick in the room. When dinner’s done, I bid her goodnight the same way I did yesterday. My darling looks ready to combust, but like before, she allows me to leave.

Not for much longer, ma siréne, I think to myself. Because soon you won’t be able to hold back.

Soon, the heat will burn you alive.