Page 39 of Where the Current Takes Him (Mermate #1)

Beau

F lora, the human nurse at Poseidon Omega Clinic, pressed her ultrasound wand into Beau’s stomach.

He and Loriun had gotten very acquainted with the woman over the past eight months.

She was an Omega too, but had moved to the Mermades on a work program.

Working in an Omega clinic hadn’t exactly been the best for her dating life, and Loriun had made it a personal mission to find a good Alpha for the nurse.

“Are you sure you don’t want to know?” Flora asked for possibly the hundredth time.

“Yes.” Beau laughed. “You haven’t convinced me in the last eight months, and you’re not about to convince me when I’m only a few weeks away.”

“Fine, fine.” Flora dropped her voice. “How about you, Loriun? I won’t tell if you don’t.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I’m no fool, Flora. I obey my mate, especially when he’s carrying my child.”

She sighed. “I don’t like being the only one who knows.”

“Dr. Enas knows,” Beau pointed out.

“It’s not the same,” Flor complained. “He’s so Mer about it.”

“About what?”

Flora jumped at the sound of the doctor’s voice.

“Nothing! Nothing at all. I was just finishing up here,” she said with a winning smile.

“Really?” Dr. Enas raised a brow. “Because it sounded as though you were trying to convince our patients to learn the sex and gender of their child.”

“Me? Never.”

Dr. Enas snorted and pulled up a second rolling stool. He peered at the screen, eyes darting across numbers Beau assumed must mean something.

“I have good news, and I have bad news,” he said after a few moments.

Beau’s heart stuttered.

“Good news is that your baby is very healthy and everything looks great. Bad news is that the child will likely be around eleven to twelve pounds at birth.”

“Oh, god.” Beau let his head fall back against the headrest while Flora cleaned the gel from his skin. “ Twelve pounds? And I’m supposed to get this thing out of me somehow?” His eyes snapped open to glare at Loriun. “This is your fault. All six feet eight inches of you.”

He felt some gratification when Loriun winced.

“I am sorry, luae. ”

“It could be worse,” Flora pointed out. She gently pulled his shirt back down. “When I was in training at the birthing center in the Mermade Keys, there was an Omega who had a fourteen pounder.”

Beau’s mouth fell open. “Fourteen?”

She nodded seriously. “His Alpha was over seven feet tall.”

“Jesus Christ. Tell me he had a c-section.”

“Nope.”

Beau’s whole body clenched in sympathetic horror. Suddenly, twelve pounds was feeling very manageable.

“Anyway,” Dr. Enas said, shooting his nurse a reprimanding look.

“If I had to guess, I’d say you’re on track for the original due date of April 21st, but babies have their own ideas of time.

You should be very careful not to overexert yourself.

” His narrowed gaze shifted to Loriun. “No strenuous activities.”

Loriun’s fins flattened slightly. “Understood.”

Beau took a moment to appreciate his doctor’s un-Mer-like subtly. The moment was very short-lived.

“That is not to say you should cease all sexual activities,” Dr. Enas continued. “In fact, sex can help your body prepare for birth. Just take things easy.”

Rationally, Beau knew his doctor was speaking from a medical perspective, but he still really hated discussing his sex life in an exam room with his monotone Mer doctor. Loriun, on the other hand, had far fewer reservations.

“What activities are safest at this time?” he asked, blinking in confusion when Beau responded with a groan.

“Lying the Omega on his side is likely the safest and most comfortable, with the Alpha lying behind him.”

Beau stared hard at the ceiling, wondering if different aliens could abduct him.

“Another popular option for Mer couples that may work well for you, considering Beau’s temporary gills, would be engaging in the act submerged. The water will resolve any issues gravity may cause.”

One of Beau’s fingers came up to trace the slits along his neck.

He’d been putting them to good use, swimming every afternoon and enjoying the relief it offered his aching back.

He’d been very disappointed to learn that the gills would vanish after he gave birth, but then again, some Omegas never developed the ability to breathe underwater at all.

“That is very useful information, Doctor,” Loriun said, grinning over at Beau. “Thank you.”

Despite the overall discomfort of the situation, Beau’s body stirred at the idea of being thoroughly railed underwater.

It was one of life’s greatest mysteries that he could barely waddle his way to their birthing classes, yet he had all the energy in the world to mount his mate and ride him into the sunset.

It is 3 p. m., pull yourself together.

“Well, you have no further questions, you are free to go.” Dr. Enas got to his feet. “I’ll see you next week.”

Flora waved, then followed the lilac-scaled Mer out the door.

“Weekly checkups feel excessive,” Beau complained. “I’m pregnant, not dying.”

Loriun helped him off the exam chair. “As far as I am aware, the procedure is the same for human women.”

“Don’t try to logic me,” Beau grumbled.

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As spring arrived, Beau only became grumpier and more uncomfortable. Just one week now stood between him and his due date. After yet another appointment at the clinic, Beau was entirely fed up. Loriun patiently guided him to the sofa, and wrapped him in a blanket.

“I will make some tea,” he said, pecking Beau on the cheek.

“I don’t want tea,” Beau complained. “I want a cocktail. Or a coffee. Wait, no, an Irish coffee.”

“Sorry, luae. ”

Beau flung himself backward against the couch, grumbling under his breath. The quiet roar of the electric kettle thrummed through the air, countered only by the sound of tiny waves lapping at the edge of the living room pool. Beau eyed the low stone wall.

“Remember what Dr. Enas said the other week?” he called over to Loriun.

“Which part?”

“The part about how sex can help prepare me for labor? And how doing it in the water is good for taking the weight off my joints or whatever?”

The kettle clicked off, but there was no indication of water being poured into a mug.

“Who knows how long we have left with my gills,” Beau went on, keeping his tone light. “So I was thinking— oof. ”

A pair of corded arms yanked him off the sofa from behind. He crashed up against a very solid chest.

“Very wise,” Loriun said in a quiet growl. “We certainly must take advantage of your current anatomy before it is too late. For your health, of course.”

“Right, of course.”

Together, they sank into the water. Beau gave a little gasp at the sudden temperature change.

“Cold?” Loriun said, a devilish grin on his lips. “We can’t have that. Let me warm you up before we dive.”

Beau’s ass hit the shell bench with a bump.

The water kissed his collarbones, sending shivers up his spine.

Loriun sank below the surface until only the abstract shape of his coiling red hair was visible.

A smooth hand slid up Beau’s thigh, parting his legs.

Already, heat was building low in his belly.

Loriun’s mouth followed his hand’s progress, kissing a slow path up his leg.

His hands rounded Beau’s hips, brushing along his ass before retracing their movement along his thighs.

Beau’s heart thudded beneath his chest, and he let his legs fall open.

He felt Loriun’s broad shoulders settle between them, arms wrapping underneath and gripping his ass.

The Mer tugged him forward on the bench, offering his cock more space to stiffen under the expanse of his belly.

His Alpha’s touch felt warmer in the water than it did on land. Loriun’s tongue and teeth worked with his lips to kiss and nip Beau’s thighs, hips, and stomach. He released a shuddering sigh when scarlet fingers traced his sensitive nipples.

The water’s perpetual motion obscured Beau’s view of exactly what Loriun was doing, leaving each caress and kiss a surprise.

Soon, the Mer had Beau writhing in his grip.

Beau’s cock throbbed—the only part of his body Loriun had yet to attend to.

Beau’s breathing came in shallow gasps now, which ceased altogether as he felt those warm lips creep closer to his aching hardness.

He gave a low moan as his mate neared, and felt Loriun hum in response. The Alpha pressed a gentle kiss to Beau’s tip. It was enough to make Beau buck in his mate’s arms after the slow torment he’d been undergoing.

As if sensing he was nearing his breaking point, Loriun finally took Beau into his mouth, sucking lazily on his length. Beau moaned again, twining his hand into Loriun’s wild hair. He canted his hips against the Mer’s mouth, meeting each bob of his head.

Beau’s muscles began to tense, and the heat in his body flared when Loriun released him. He fell back against the bench, panting. Back in the cooler water, his cock jerked in protest, seeking its lost pleasure.

Loriun’s head broke the surface. “Warm enough now, luae ?”

“God, yes.” Beau took his mate’s outstretched hand and dived down into the sea. The sun was setting overhead, staining the ocean orange and red. Usually, Beau liked to stop what he was doing and admire the sunsets, but now was not one of those times.

He pulled water over his gills, the action now second nature. He actually was a little nervous that he would forget he no longer had gills after the birth, and choke.

Loriun’s tail twisted his body to face Beau. Already, his erection had emerged from the seam at his core and was straining towards the heavens.

“How shall I have you today,” Loriun mused, reaching down to stroke himself languidly. “Hmm… turn as if you are lying down, facing the sky.”

Beau rushed to obey, flipping himself horizontally in the water.

Loriun swam above him, blocking out the sunset’s light.

He settled his enormous body parallel to Beau’s, his head level with Beau’s member.

A jolt of excitement traveled through his veins.

He reached up for his mate and drew the tip between his lips.

Loriun swore quietly before taking Beau back into his mouth.

Beau groaned around Loriun’s cock, trying to relax his throat to swallow it down.

He was finding it hard to focus with the waves of pleasure radiating from between his legs.

Loriun’s moans vibrated down his shaft, and he could feel himself getting nearer once again.

But, again, before he could empty himself into Loriun’s throat, the Alpha disentangled himself. Beau whimpered, now denied his orgasm twice.

“Patience, luae .” Loriun’s fingers curled into Beau’s hips, turning him to face the sea floor.

“Hands behind your back.”

Beau did as he was commanded. Loriun’s slender fingers wrapped around both of Beau’s wrists, anchoring them together. With his free hand, he moved Beau into position, aligning the Omega’s body with his cock.

“Legs around my hips,” Loriun grunted.

Beau notched his knees at the Mer’s hip bones and pressed his heels into his back. Another whimper escaped him.

Loriun nudged his way inside, far too slow.

Beau focused on his breathing, feeling every single inch that slid inside him.

His hole stretched wider and wider until, finally, Loriun’s hips met Beau’s body.

Beau squirmed, but his current position left him completely powerless.

Loriun began a gentle rocking motion, deep inside of Beau.

Beau felt like he couldn’t breathe. He’d never had Loriun this deep before. Each small thrust of his hips pressed against something in him. It sent waves of painful pleasure coursing through every cell in his body, coupled with the burning stretch of Loriun’s base.

He knew Loriun couldn’t do this forever, though.

Sure enough, Loriun’s movements grew faster as time passed, until he was pounding into Beau without restraint.

Beau cried out, incapable of doing anything else.

Pressure, heat, tension, pleasure—all of it built up at his core until he was unable to bear it any longer.

When he finally tipped over the edge, every Mer in the Florida Sea probably heard him.

Powerful waves of ecstasy seized his muscles again and again, like they’d never stop.

His hole clamped around Loriun forcing the Mer to surrender to his own pleasure.

He gave a low cry clutching desperately at his mate’s hips, even releasing Beau’s wrists to stabilize himself as his cock released a torrent of cum.

A whine sounded deep in Beau’s throat as Loriun’s knot filled him even further.

When the water around them finally settled, night had fallen, and both found themselves too limp to do anything but savor the knot and catch their breath.