Page 35 of Tempting Triton
I believe in us, too. I hold Triton’s loving gaze, mentally cross my fingers and toes, and blow.
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Triton
My heart stops beating in my chest the moment I lay eyes upon my mate. The dress I painstakingly made for her fits like a glove, the netting hugging at every tight angle of her body, leaving teasing glimpses of her skin, the tiny crest of her breasts. I hunger at the sight, my beast also rousing for this momentous occasion. My mate is achingly beautiful, the moonlight turning her mystical as it dances across the long strands of her hair, and streaking light across the golden planes of her skin.
My Elena’s blue eyes delve deep into my own as I pull her into my arms. I can see every worry and fear reflected in them, but also the reason for all of those worries and fears—my face staring back at me in the glassy surface. I remove the conch from my neck, placing it around her own, and pray to the Fates that I am enough, that this life will be enough for my mate.
She brings the conch to her lips, hesitating at first, then scrunching her eyes shut and sealing her mouth around the end. I see the tension between her brows, the rise of her chest as she blows.
HONK!
She startles with a squeak, eyes wide at the short, sharp, unattractive sound the conch makes. Her mouth falls open, the conch drifting to rest at the top of her breasts, and then she laughs. She laughs until she can’t string words together, her eyes turning glassy in an attempt to water, but the sea washes her tears away. I cannot help but smile down at my mate and her joy at having blown the conch. I know she has been practicing hard these past few days, but I had no doubt it would work. My Elena is made for me. The Fates placed her in my path. We were always destined to find our way to each other.
She wipes at her eyes. “I really didn’t think that was going to work.”
“I never had any doubt, and now there is only one thing left to do.”
I pull her into me, a soft gasp escaping her mouth as our bodies press together, and I take her in a searing kiss. Her soft lips meldto mine, opening so sweetly for me as I tease my tongue along the seam. I cannot get enough of my mate, of her kisses and her sweet cunt. I want to ravish her, devour her. My beast comes forth, sharing her with me, but I take my time. I make this sweet. I put every emotion and feeling into the press of our lips and tongues together, so grateful to know of kisses. So grateful to my mate for putting her trust in me, and for her patient love.
Warmth spreads throughout my body, starting at my core and tingling down to the tips of my tail fins. My Elena shudders, feeling it too as she pulls away and stares at me in wonder, and just as quickly as it happens, it is gone again.
“Is it done?” she whispers.
“Yes, my mate, I believe we have sealed our bond.”
My Elena clasps my face between her two small hands. “I love you, Triton. I probably should’ve said it before, but I was just so scared it wouldn’t work.” Her words come fast, choking on the end as emotion overwhelms her.
“You are my everything, my Elena. I will never leave your side.”
Her voice cracks on a sob, flinging herself into my arms. I place a gentle kiss on each cheek, where perhaps tears might fall if we were above the surface.
“Shall we go see if you can be on the surface, my mate?”
“Soon. First, I want you to fill me with your cock, Triton. I want everything, give me everything.”
My brain short-circuits as if I’ve been zapped by an electric eel, hearing the filthy words come out of my sweet mate’s mouth.
“Even my claspers?” I can barely speak above a whisper, the shock and heady temptation all too much.
She nods. “Everything.”
My beast vibrates in satisfaction, and my mouth waters, a lick of heat shivering down my spine. My already hard cock, still tucked away in my pocket, becomes almost painful, and I let it free, claspers and all.
My mate lets out a hum of appreciation, sucking her lip between her teeth as she reaches down to take me in her hand. I tip my head back, groaning as she tightens her grip and pumps her fist down my ridged length. My core tightens, and I am desperate not to blow my load before we even begin, but my mate knows exactly how to tease me.Growling at this wicked game my mate plays, I reluctantly pry her hand from my cock. My Elena looks up at me, a half-smile playing upon her lips and a cheeky sparkle in her eye. I lean down, my fingers entangling in the bottom of the netted dress, dragging it up her lithe body, eyes squeezing shut with a prayer to the Fates when I see my mate is bare for me beneath it.
“You do not know what you do to me, my mate.” My voice is raspy, my mouth dry in anticipation. She squirms beneath my gaze, rubbing her thighs together as if aching for friction between her legs. That, I can achieve. With a smirk, I pull her dress over her head, her arms lifted high so I can remove it. As I pull it up her arms, I twist the fabric, knotting her wrists together on a gasp. I edge her backwards, securing the material and her wrists above her on a thick, sturdy piece of coral that juts out from the tangle. I hum my appreciation at seeing her body lengthen, her muscles tighten, as she stands on the tips of her toes to ease the stretch in her shoulders.
“Please, Triton,” my Elena whimpers.
“Shall I set you free?” My voice is low. The beast in me prowls my mind, a predator ready to leap on his prey.
“N-no.” She shakes her head frantically. “I need more.”
“My beast wants to come out and play, my mate. Is that okay with you?”
She nods, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, her pupils blown with need.
