Page 11 of Bride of the Sea King

Or when she abandoned us just inside the castle’s doors.

I tried to take everything in as Triton picked up the pace, covering ground quickly.

The inside of the castle looked surprisingly human. The furniture was in the same style as the building’s exterior, and everything was in the same shades of white, cream, and gold. The rugs were made of those colors swirled with darker, moodier blues, greens, and crimsons.

We passed living rooms with couches, and hallways with abstract ocean paintings and console tables.

It actually looked the way I’d assume the interior of a human castle would.

Minus the people we passed. They were all taller, stronger, and more beautiful than any human I’d ever seen. Even the kids and babies I saw with them were bigger and prettier than humans.

Everyone wore outfits similar to Rayna’s. Even the men had on tight skirts of silky fabric with extra strips hanging off seemingly at random.

Most of the alts either gaped, stared, or nodded respectfully toward us. I couldn’t see if Triton was responding, as he continued maneuvering me through maze-like halls and down two sets of stairs.

When we finally reached a large door, he opened it with one hand, propping it so I could go through first.

“I assume this is your room,” I said.

“Ourroom.”

“You say that like we’re going to be sleeping together.”

“Because we are.” He squeezed my hip lightly, and finally released his hold on me when the door was closed behind us. He locked it easily, and his chiseled, bare ass disappeared into a small room that looked suspiciously like a closet.

I followed him in.

It was definitely a closet. There was a bunch of the silk skirt things I’d seen the guys wearing throughout the castle on the bottom rack. All of them were dark blue. The top rack was empty, as if the king had made room for more clothing.

Or for someone else’s clothing.

I watched the king get dressed absentmindedly, my cheeks heating.

I should’ve looked away.

I definitely should’ve looked away.

But what woman would possibly have that much self-control?

His ass was pure muscle, the thick bubbles enough to make me want to reach out and check if it was real. His erection was just as big as it had felt against my spine—massive.

Way too big to fit inside me.

Humans and mermonsters definitely weren’t sexually compatible, because that cock was otherworldly.

He stepped into a dark blue, silky skirt-thing, and the fabric clung to his backside. It managed to conceal his erection entirely somehow, without tenting at all.

“Why do you guys wear skirts?” I asked.

“We have tails.”

“Right.”

I definitely should’ve put that together.

“Why are they silky?”

“It’s sea silk.” He stepped closer to me, holding a hand out. Reluctantly, I put mine in his.

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