Page 20 of Tempting Triton
“It’s okay.” I shouldn’t want to look, but boy, do I want to see it. This mystery cock that he somehow keeps hidden away. As a human, face-to-face with a meant-to-be-mythical creature, it’s really my responsibility to get a full account of his anatomy. For science.
“I cannot help it. The mate bond. That noise you made.” He groans, rubbing a hand down his face. My cheeks burn knowing he’s talking about the moan I accidentally let slip as he massaged my shoulders.
“So, uh—how does it work?” I clear my throat. “I mean, I’ve given you the rundown on human anatomy, but I know nothing about yours.”
Triton’s brows shoot up into his hairline, and for the first time, I get to see him blush.
“Could you show me?” I whisper while I move ever so slowly closer to where he sits against the edge of the opposite side of the hot pool. I lick my lips, eyes trailing across his face. I can’t see much beneath the water in the shadows of the grotto, but I don’t need to. I know exactly what the broad expanse of his chest looks and feels like. The heat unfurling inside me is a separate creature from the warm water we’re encompassed in, and I need to feel him under my palms. It’s entirely inappropriate.
He lets out a strangled groan. “My Elena, I want to do so much more than just show you.” It’s like there’s a magnet between us, drawing us together until I’m right in front of him, pressing into him. His back is against the stone with only our heads above the water, and I can feel the length of him pressed firmly between us. His breath hitches with a shudder, his hands still firmly by his side,as if knowing if he touches me, it’ll be his undoing. Perhaps, he’d lose control. Perhaps, that’s exactly what I want.
Our faces are so close, dewy from the condensation in the hot air of the cave. The water pulses and bubbles around us, and the glow worms cast the grotto in flickering lights. It’s almost romantic.
“So do it,” I whisper against his lips.
His stormy green eyes widen in shock and then lower to gaze upon my lips as strong hands grip me around my hips. Salty lips crash into mine in a flurry of need, gnashing and knocking as we bump teeth with reckless abandon. Our tongues dance together, and his hands move to my ass, gripping and lifting me until my legs are wrapped around him. I gasp as my back hits the rock, and he switches our positions so I’m the one against the wall with him between my legs, pushing against me. His hands knead my flesh, and his mouth devours mine as he loses himself.
I whimper against his ministrations.More, more, more. I slip my hand between us, so badly wanting to touch him, taste him, and I’m curious how that would work underwater. My hand wraps around something long and thick, with what feels like ridges encircling it. Now, I really want to look at it. It’s also slick,his cock lubricated in a different substance to the water. My hand glides along it with ease until Triton is thrusting into it with a groan, and I’m smiling into his kisses with a satisfied grin. I love being the one to turn him into this, to share this experience with him.
“Is this okay?” I whisper, as my hand strokes his cock, working over the ridges. I can just imagine what that would feel like inside me. Triton rests his forehead against my own, his breaths come in pants, but he lets out a small, incredulous laugh.
“It is more than okay.”
I pull back from kissing him. “I want to look.”
With a nod of his head, I slip beneath the water, my hands trailing along his torso, feeling his muscles bunch and tighten beneath my touch. His fingers wrap themselves in my hair, and holy smokes, is that hot. I come face to face with the head of his cock. It’s as otherworldly as I imagined, the color of it matching his tail. It’s perfectly sized, the tip curving upwards with a bulbous oval head. Circular ridges wrap around the length of it, literally ribbed for her, or perhapsmy, pleasure. I’m practically salivating looking at them.
But what my hand had not yet discovered is the pocket his cock stays securely tucked away in when it’s not wanting to play. I runmy finger along the edge of the slit of the bulging pocket, causing Triton to jolt, his cock thrusting on its own. My mouth pops open in surprise, having almost missed the additional features that peeked through the slit as his cock extended. I do it again, running my finger ever so gently along the edge of his pocket, causing his cock to jackrabbit in and out, extending further past the pocket and revealing two finger-length protrusions, one above his cock, and one below.
“What on earth—?” I trace my finger over one, and before I realize it, I can hear Triton yelping and then cum erupts from his cock, the two finger-like protrusions bulging at the tips. I bite my lip and chuckle to myself. Oops, I guess it’s sensitive. This is like my very own nature discovery show, and I am learning a lot.
Triton sinks beneath the surface, his face burning crimson like he’s surprised and embarrassed. “What did you do?”
“Did you just come?”
“I… believe so.” He messes up his hair, avoiding eye contact.
“I just touched it. There’s no need to be embarrassed,” I reassure him. I am not surprised he finished so quickly, considering he hasn’t been with anyonebefore in this way.
“What are those bits for?” I point at the two additional appendages.
“They are my claspers. They lock us together, to ensure no seed is wasted.”
I clear my throat. “I, uh, don’t think that’s going to work with a human. I don’t have anywhere for those to go.”
“Oh.” Triton’s face falls.
“I guess you never expect your mate to be physically incompatible with you. I mean, it’s not like it’s every day that a human and a merman shack up together.”
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Triton
Ispilled my seed like a young Mer discovering his hand for the first time. Embarrassment warms my cheeks as Elena looks up at me, yet she does not seem disgusted or angry. She seems pleased. Her teeth tease her bottom lip, the hint of a smile on her face, and a twinkle in her eye. She is enjoying herself. I shudder; the arousal is so thick between us. The thought of my mate finding pleasure in my pleasure sends me feral. I wrap my hand around the nape of her neck, pulling her to me to mash my mouth against hers in what she calls a kiss. A strangled sound leaves her throat as she opens up for me, our tongues clashing for dominance. It is messy and uncoordinated and sets me alight from the inside out. I know it deep in my soul, I cannot ever let my Elena go now.
She pulls away gently, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the pounding of her heart behind her ribs. “We shouldslow down.”
“No,” I growl. It is unintentional that I sound like my beast, which surprises us both. Her gaze flicks between my eyes as if trying to determine who is at the forefront, and I cannot help but wonder if she prefers one over the other. Does it matter if both versions are just two halves of me?
