So what if I never eat cheesecake again? I’m lactose intolerant.
And how much more could I learn under the water, with him? My merman is right. Humans know so little of what happens in the ocean. I could be the first. And if I never find a way to share the knowledge, maybe it’s for the best if its secrets lay undiscovered a little longer.
I touch where thea’weshis slowly becoming part of me. It’s changing me already. Letting me breathe underwater, resisting the cold. Who knows how else it will adapt me to life under the sea?
I’m meant to be here. I’m meant to be with him.
I take his face in my hands. “My entire life has been spent searching for you. I’m never letting you go.”
The dapples on his skin pulse bright. “You will leave your old life behind and become my mate?”
“Until the deeps claim us.”
“I will mark you,” he warns. He pulls back his lips. “You will be claimed as mine.”
Knotsandfangs? “But the blood? What about sharks?”
A smile plays at his mouth, incisors gleaming. “There is nothing in all the seas I cannot protect you from.”
A little love bite won’t be so bad. “And you’re willing to bind yourself to me?” I ask, voice soft.
“My Shayle.” He rests his palm over mya’wesh, voice reverent. “I bound myself to you the momentI saw you. To claim you as my mate is beyond anything I had dared to dream.”
My heart pounds in my chest, and the speckles covering his body flicker in answer. I lock my arms around his neck. “Then claim me.”
The words aren’t fully out of my mouth before he’s nudging his cock through my folds, coating my clit with his pearly precum. It tingles, like eucalyptus or mint, and goosebumps break out over my skin.
“You will tell me what this means one day,” he says, brushing his fingers over the raised bumps on my skin, “but I will not wait another second to join with you.”
I don’t want to wait another second, either. I wrap my legs around my merman’s torso, and pull him into me until the thick head of his cock pushes at my entrance.
Oh, god. His knot. I suck in a breath as my body stretches around him. My eyes slam shut, my throat pulsing against thea’wesh. He’s only just inside me, and I’ve never felt this full in my life.
“You are so tight,” he groans. My merman adjusts his grip on my hips, searching for another angle. “Breathe for me.”
I obey, the sea heaving in and out of my lungs. I can do this. I’ve never wanted anything more. “Toren,” I whine, canting my hips. “Please.”
“Shayle,” he groans, his tail flexing as he pumps into me. An inch, and another. His mouth covers mine, our tongues tangling. I’m ravenous, even as he’s coaxing me to take more of him. “Yes, your pussy is mine. Take more. Take it all.”
His hand curves under my ass, dragging our bodies closer. Every thrust eases him deeper, until the knot pushes past the resistance and sends a wave of ecstasy crashing over me.
I feel powerful. Victorious. “See?” I pant. “I knew I could take your knot.”
He raises what would be an eyebrow. “That is not my knot.” He moves my hand to the base of where his cock exits his slit. “This is.”
A slight bulge that wasn’t there before has formed. It’s even warmer than the rest of him, the same shimmering blue. And still outside my body. He thrusts into me, a look of determination on his face, but there’s just no more room.
Some new instinct is waking up inside me, telling me Ineedto take his knot. The moment the thought forms in my mind, thea’weshin my throat throbs harder. In response, my body opens infinitesimally, and somehow, his cock slides in deeper.
My merman’s eyes widen. “I wonder.”
He bends me back, thumbing my nipples and nipping at the spot on my neck where mya’weshis. We tumble in the water, upside down, twisting sideways. The lights on the cave wall shimmer in time with the pulse pounding in my throat. He thrusts again, until just his knot is outside of me and pressing at the entrance of my pussy.
“Say you want my knot,” my merman growls. His voice is ragged against my neck, and a rush of mermish leaves his mouth. “Say you wantme.”
I can’t breathe, can’t imagine how much more I can take. My legs are so tightly wrapped aroundhim I feel like I’m strangling him, but I wiggle my hips to get closer.
“I want it.” My throat flares, and the next words that spill out of me aren’t English. They’re mermish. “I want my mate’s knot.”
