Page 27 of Tempting Triton (Mated Myths #2)

Triton

M y mate’s blood lasts for three days before it peters off, and I spend those three days in and out of the frenzy, the beast and I taking turns at taking our Elena. Him, with his head between her legs, and me, spilling my seed inside her over and over again.

I have never experienced something as fulfilling as being inside my mate and feeling her slick walls clench around me. The satisfaction of filling her with my seed until it spills out of her and runs down her legs. I am a very pleased Mer, in more ways than one.

I curl around the back of my Elena, supporting her hips as I piston into her, her ankles locked behind my tail while I brace her against me, my hands clutching at her breast and throat.

The upside to not having to move my tail to fuck my mate means that we can try many positions, and I have gotten a lot of practice at pleasuring her, no longer spilling my seed in the first few moments like a young Mer using his fist for the first time.

My Elena moans into my touch, my claspers protruding to penetrate the tight pucker of her back entrance ever so slightly in this position, while the other slides along her clit.

Water sloshes around us, disturbing the usually calm waters of the hidden pool.

We discover that our numerous couplings help ease my Elena’s cramps from her blood, and I have been more than eager to nurse my mate’s suffering, while also satiating the beast’s lust for blood.

Meanwhile, I have been getting stronger with each passing day that we spend in the water, thanks to the healing powers of the Pierian Spring.

“Triton!”

I roar my release into the crook of her neck as her walls clench around me and she cries out my name, her body shuddering, her heart pounding as she tries to catch her breath.

I will never get sick of hearing my name upon her lips, especially yelled in ecstasy as I bring her to climax over and over again.

I slide my cock from within her, spinning her in my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I can feel my seed spilling out of her, the texture thicker than the water surrounding us, coating my abdomen where her pussy sits against me.

My chest rumbles in a half growl, half purr as I slide my hand between us and push my release back inside of her with my fingers.

My Elena squirms around me, groaning into my chest, her walls squeezing my fingers as I make sure none of my seed is wasted.

I would love to see my mate’s belly rounded and full with my spawn.

“We should head back soon. Ichó is probably wondering what’s taking us so long.” My mate and I are eye to eye, and I am entranced by the dark speckles of blue that ring her ocean-colored irises.

“Or we could stay here forever,” I reply.

“I have no doubt Ichó thinks we are likely consummating the mate bond, and he is pleased to be free of his obligation of caring for me after this past millennia.” I twirl a long golden strand of hair around my finger before tugging on it playfully.

“I do not intend for you to put your clothing back on ever again, so that my eyes may feast upon the glory that is your lithe body. So perfect for me.” I groan, palming her tight buttocks.

I fear I will never be satiated for long enough to ever let her go.

My mate rolls her eyes at me. “You were that confident I would give in to you, huh?” She smirks up at me and shakes her head .

Seriousness washes over me. “I had hoped, yes. But do not think you are merely a prize to be won. You are to be treasured, revered, cared for, and protected. Mates are so rare that to have found you after being trapped here for over a thousand years, I should be so honored for you to have chosen me. If you have chosen me.”

Despite our coupling, we have not actually spoken about what it means, if it means anything at all, and I do not know the customs of her people.

Perhaps it is common for humans to seek pleasure with each other and expect nothing more.

My heart constricts in my chest at the thought.

What if my mate still wishes to leave and find her way back home somehow?

I could not fault her because I, too, wish for my family to return to me.

But the thought of her still wishing to leave feels as if the Fates are squeezing my heart within their fists.

A sick, twisted game to dangle my mate in front of me only to have her le—

“I choose you, Triton.” Her voice is small, quiet, barely a whisper above the roar of the waterfall that stops my train of thought in its tracks.

“I choose you. ”

I feel as if I am imagining it, that because I want it so badly, it cannot be true.

Must not be true. My eyes burn, my throat feels tight, my chest even tighter.

What is happening to me? It is as though I have been speared all over again.

I look down at the healed wound on my shoulder, expecting to see it torn open and weeping my lifeblood into the water around us.

Strong fingers grab my chin, pulling my gaze back towards my Elena.

My vision has gone hazy, my mate blurry before me.

My cheeks feel wet, which is an unusual sensation for one who is always wet.

“Hey,” my Elena croons softly, “you’re crying.” Her soft fingers swipe at my cheeks, pulling them away to show me the wet glistening on her fingertips.

“I am?” I sniff. I never knew crying could be so painful.

My Elena pulls my head against her chest, her body still cradled in my arms with her legs wrapped around me. “It’s okay, you let it all out.” She hums, and I can feel her chest vibrating when she speaks, the sound of her steady heartbeat beneath my ear.

I do not even know why I am crying; all I know is that I cannot stop.

Emotions wash through me, everything I have held back and buried deep enough so that I could wake up each day and live my life.

All the hurt, anger, and pain at my parents for having left me here.

For watching my kin suffer and die from the cold, left to fend for ourselves at such a young age.

From being alone with no other company, save for Ichó.

For feeling guilty that it wasn’t enough, is still not enough.

The overwhelming feeling of being chosen when I did not expect it, but could only dream of it, and again, the guilt of knowing what that costs the other half of my soul.

Will she suffer for having chosen me? Will I ever be enough?