Page 24 of Bride of the Sea King

“I made you shift, like we?—”

“Not that.” Now that I could feel the magic, I knew instinctively how to use it to shift back. I did exactly that, and rolled to my side, clutching my middle.

“What?” The king’s gaze was dark as he leaned over me, his hands on my sides.

I needed them somewhere else.

Somewhere lower.

I fought the urge desperately, but it wasn’t fading.

“What are you feeling?” he demanded.

“The bond, I think.”

Understanding dawned in his eyes, and the darkness there morphed to heat. “You need me.”

“No,” I moaned.

“Satisfy it yourself, then.”

The words made my hips arch.

“Turn around,” I gritted out.

“Sweetheart.” He nearly growled the word. “If you’re touching yourself in our home, to the feeling of our combined magic, I sure as fuck am not going to miss it.”

A groan escaped me. “Screw you.”

“I wish you would.”

Another wave of pain and tension clenched my middle.

I couldn’t wait any longer, and shoved my hand into my skirt. The fabric stretched easily for me, and I couldn’t suppress a loud sound of pleasure as I dragged my fingers over my slick, swollen clit.

“How does that feel?” Triton asked.

“So good.” The breath escaped before I could stop it.

I didn’twantto stop it.

I wanted to let him touch me.

My hips arched roughly as I rolled my fingers around my clit again.

“How wet are you?” His words were lower. Grittier.

“So wet.”

“Let me see.”

He was insane.

Fucking insane.

I was too, because I pulled my hand away from my core and held it up for him.

His eyes were locked with mine as he lowered his lips to my fingers and sucked the slickness off my skin.

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