Page 33 of Tempting Triton (Mated Myths #2)

Elena

I am helpless, tied up as I am and secured on the coral, completely at Triton’s mercy, and the mercy of his beast. The sting in my shoulder melts away as Triton runs his tongue along the bite, chasing away any hurt with that healing saliva of his, and I shiver.

I know what his beast wants, and while I’m not generally into pain, I would offer everything to him.

I look Triton square in the eye, and I know when his beast shifts to the forefront as his eyes take on a darker look than his naturally easygoing nature.

I tip my chin up, making me feel strong and confident. “Make me bleed.”

Triton’s whole body stills, and his brows furrow as if he’s waging an internal war within himself. He very well may be. After what feels like eternity, he squares his shoulders and looks back at me, his easy smile and crinkled eyes telling me it’s Triton once more .

“We are going to make you feel so good first before we spill a single drop of your blood, my mate.”

Thick anticipation settles within me, making my spine prickle.

Triton trails his hands down my arms in soft, gentle strokes, coming down over my breasts where he plucks a nipple with a cheeky grin.

My nipples harden, and my skin feels drawn tight.

I can feel my wetness making my inner thighs slippery with want.

Triton brings his warm mouth down on my other nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardened tip.

He licks and sucks, his teeth grazing the sensitive area until I’m panting with need and rubbing my thighs together, desperately seeking friction.

He switches to my other nipple, giving it equal attention with his tongue and mouth, while one hand palms the breast he just abandoned and the other continues its journey south.

I internally cheer at the drifting hand when it parts my folds, and he slips a finger between my lips, gently teasing at my clit before tracing everywhere but.

My internal cheer turns into an external cry as he withholds my pleasure.

“I thought you said you were going to make me feel good?” I whine .

“Does this not feel good?” Triton smirks up at me from my chest as his finger finds my clit again and applies just the right amount of pressure before rubbing it in a circular motion. My brain stutters, and all I can let out is a sigh as he touches me just right.

Again, he trails away from my clit, rubbing at my folds, dipping further down to circle my entrance, causing me to growl.

I’d slap his shoulder or tug his hair if I weren’t bound to the freaking reef.

He chuckles against my skin, his fingers still not touching where I want them to as his mouth pops off my nipple and he dots my stomach in kisses, licking from my navel to between my breasts before trailing kisses back down, down, down, until his face lines up with my pussy.

I freeze, not wanting to jinx myself. Triton looks up from his position below me, his eyes hooded, as he takes a thigh in each hand and spreads my legs wide.

My mouth pops open, lust flooding my gaze as he maintains eye contact and leans in, nuzzling his nose between my folds, his tongue darting out to lick me from hole to clit.

My head falls back in a moan. Sweet baby Jesus. “Again. Please,” I beg .

I feel his huffing laugh against my clit, and I try to rock into his face. This is pure torture, not pleasure. I’d rather they forgo foreplay and bleed me out right now if it means I get to come.

“If your beast doesn’t know where the clit is, just say so. I’m more than happy to show him.” I smirk.

I can play dirty, too, and my low blow has the desired impact as Triton growls into my clit, the vibration setting me on edge, before he lets loose.

Splaying his tongue flat against my clit, he swirls around it with the tip before licking down and dipping it inside me.

I whimper, still trying to rock into his mouth, but unable to with my hands bound too high for me to gain purchase on the sand below my feet.

His finger dips inside me, stroking and curling while his tongue massages my clit, spiraling me closer to the edge.

I’m so close, my thighs tense as I can feel my climax right there.

Triton clamps down with his teeth, and I’m free-falling right over the edge in pain and pleasure until I’m pretty sure I black out for a few seconds.

My legs shake as I come to. The tension from being on my tiptoes has the muscles in my calves burning, and I have the distinct sensation that I’m sweating underwater. Triton’s head is still between my legs, licking and sucking and chasing away any lingering pain again.

As soon as the tension in my legs dissipates, he’s hauling them up around his waist and pushing into me in one deep thrust. I’m suddenly glad for the restraints because I don’t think I’d be able to hold on as his cock thrusts into me at a punishing speed, his claspers nestled between my folds and my ass, applying pressure in all the right places.

My small breasts bounce lightly in the water, causing Triton to groan and latch onto one with his mouth.

His cock is slick as he pulls out of me, covered in his self-lubrication and my wetness, and I cry out at the loss of him.

“Be still, my mate. You said you wanted everything, and I want to feel you come around all of me.”

He jerks into his hand as he squeezes both claspers together with his cock and slowly feeds it all into my aching pussy.

The burn feels so good when he gets to the top of the claspers and slowly pushes them inside of me.

I feel so full of him. He groans, his claspers ultra-sensitive, and I imagine it must feel just as good for him to have me squeezing around everything.

I’m panting by the time he has filled me to the hilt, and we both take a minute to catch ourselves.

“You feel so good, my Elena.” He takes my mouth in a smoldering kiss, and then his cock begins to move in a tentatively slow pace, feeling us both out until my body relaxes around the invasion.

We both cry out as he picks up the pace, the burn melting away as he takes me.

I feel the pressure build slowly inside me, and then Triton switches it up, spreading my thighs even further apart by resting them over the crooks of his elbows while he cradles my ass, shifting me into a position that lets him hit an even deeper angle.

I can do nothing but brace myself for the ride as the pressure builds once more.

As I’m right on the precipice, Triton growls, biting down on my breast and splitting the skin.

I scream out as I come around him, the pain and pleasure too much as he laps at the blood that drips down my sternum, his tongue healing all traces of any wound.

With a gasp, he spills his seed inside me, pressing me firmly against him when I feel a different kind of pressure well up from within.

The tips of his claspers balloon, as if to lock a mermaid in place, but I am not a mermaid, and I feel impossibly full.

My body shivers in pleasure around him, matching the way he shudders inside me, his arms trembling with his release.

“You did so well, my mate.” I preen at the compliment.

His claspers deflate, and he slips out of me, his spend dripping down my leg, as he reaches up and unties my wrists.

My arms flop down to my side, and Triton catches me as I can’t keep myself afloat.

He carries me, spent and satiated, covered in his cum, back to the castle and up to our room, gently placing me on the bed.

He curls up behind me, not bothering to clean me up.

Instead, he parts my thighs again, taking our mess and rubbing it into my skin.

“I want you to smell of me every single day,” he growls into my ear, and I know I’m dealing with Triton’s beast. Now that our mate bond is sealed, I find it easier to tell the difference between the two.

“Mm.” I sigh sleepily. “Every day?”

“Forever.” He nips at my earlobe, his hand coming back to trace lazy circles around my overly sensitive clit.

I can feel him already hardening again against my back.

I tuck my leg back over his tail to allow him easy access as he slips inside me, and I know by the gentle caresses that it’s Triton again. My love. My mate.

“Forever.”

The end.