Page 15 of Tempting Triton (Mated Myths #2)

Triton

T he darkness is disorientating when I wake, but my Elena’s warm body, solid under me, reminds me of the previous day’s events.

We must have shifted at some point in the night because our positions have been reversed, with her now nestled beneath me, my head cradled in the crook of her shoulder.

Her arms wrap around my neck, fingers tangled in my hair, while my head rises and falls with each relaxed breath she takes.

I scent her, that intoxicating hint of sea daffodils and sand from the surface lingers along her skin even beneath the water.

It teases me, testing my resolve not to chase my instincts and run my tongue along her bare skin, to taste her like I wish to.

My pocket is engorged once more where it rubs against her leg, my cock aching within.

“You’re okay?” My Elena sighs against the top of my head, stirring in the morning light .

“Of course, my mate. It will take a lot more than a cold snap to get rid of me.”

“What was that yesterday?”

“I… do not know. I have my suspicions, which is why I cannot delay checking the barrier any longer.”

The water temperature is back to the tropical warmth I am used to.

The sudden shift in temperature from yesterday is not forgotten, despite my body being free from its effects.

Elena absentmindedly strokes my hair, and I do not think she realizes she is doing it.

The soft touch leaves an ache in my chest and a sting behind my eyes.

My mate has unknowingly bestowed upon me more tenderness than I have experienced in my many years of life.

With only Ichó at my side, and as much as I love my cetacean friend, flippers do not afford me the same comfort as being wrapped up in my mate’s arms.

I roll so that I am wedged between my Elena’s muscled legs, which fall open around me as if it is the most natural reaction in the world.

I prop myself up on my elbows to meet her gaze, my still engorged pocket rubs against her at the junction of her thighs, and I stifle a groan as her body stiffens beneath mine .

“What is that?” Her eyes widen as her arousal permeates the water like perfumed oil. I lick my lips, eager to taste her scent, and her gaze tracks the movement.

“That is my pocket.”

“I’m sorry, your what?”

I lift my upper body off of her, which causes my pocket to rub against her in the same spot.

She lets out a short gasp. “Stop moving.”

I do as she says, worried I have hurt my mate.

My cock aches desperately inside my pocket, and I long to let it free so I can fist it in my hand and have my release.

But not with my Elena right here beneath me.

I have already done the wrong thing by kissing her without her permission, a sexual act to humans that requires what she calls ‘consent’ first. The act of fisting my aching, hard cock in front of her might also offend her.

Do human males also have a cock, and if they do, what do they do with it?

Human female anatomy is much different to the Mer.

Perhaps their mating is different, too? However, I cannot deny that my pocket rubbing against her lights a flame inside me, and my Elena, too, it seems, by the thickening scent of her arousal around us .

“What’s a pocket?” she grits out between clamped teeth. Her voice tells me she is in pain, but her scent tells me she is aroused, and I am very confused. I go to move off of her, and a low moan slips out of her mouth as her hand clamps around the back of my neck, halting my movements.

“Stop.” A small whimper escapes her as she wiggles beneath me, her eyes briefly rolling to the back of her head with fluttering eyelids.

“What is a pocket?” Her breaths come in tiny pants, and I am very curious about this physical response to my body against hers.

“It is what protects my cock.” She closes her eyes and nods while chewing on her bottom lip as if that was exactly what she was expecting me to say. “Do human males not have cocks?”

“Oh no, they do. Just not inside a pocket, as you call it.” She pushes herself up onto her elbows and cocks her head, trying to get a glimpse of the engorged section of my tail that is hidden between us, so perfectly enveloped by her warmth.

“Their cocks just hang free, dangling between their legs? Is that not uncomfortable when they walk? How do they protect such a sensitive appendage?” I have many questions. The revelations about the human male anatomy astound me.

“I mean, most human men wear underwear, but it doesn’t exactly protect their—you know, this is not a conversation I ever expected to be having.” She runs a hand over her face, her cheeks pink with color.

I can tell she feels uncomfortable, her arousal dissipating, and just like that, my engorged pocket deflates, returning my tail to a smooth surface once more as my arousal is doused like water smothering a fire.

My mate sighs in relief as the pressure between her legs subsides, her upper body falling back down to the bed.

“My Elena, does it hurt you to have my pocket pressed against you here?” With one arm still holding me up, I reach down between us and gently caress the slight mound between her legs, careful not to hurt her.

Elena yelps as if shocked by an electric eel. “Triton! You can’t just touch me there!”

I yank my hand back quickly, cautiously eyeing the area in which the scent of her arousal is always the strongest. “Why?”

“What do you mean—oh, mermaids have a tail.” She grumbles and shuffles from beneath me and into a sitting position. “Okay, here it is, human anatomy 101.”