Page 18 of Saved By the Selkie

“Later,” I reply, rolling my hips to punctuate my point. I give myself a couple of strokes, then squeeze the head of my cock tight. We can explore each other after. Right now, I need to deal with the building ache between my hips. “I’ll be in heat for days.”

Aramis’s eyes flutter shut for the briefest second. Then he pushes another finger into me. “Yeah?”

I nod, rocking back against his shallow thrusting as he curls those digits inside me. It feels wonderful. I wonder why none of us omegas ever thought about fucking like this, without our pelts. Fathoms below, we were sonaive.

Aramis pushes a third finger into me, slow and purposeful, and I tilt my head back, moaning with it. My cock is harder in my hand, fluid beginning to leak from my tip.

“You’re so wet.” Aramis’s voice is harsh on the air between us.

“Been waiting,” I reply, my own voice rough. I wriggle to get my point across. I’m impatient; I want my mate in me now.

I feel like I’ve been waiting for this since the moment I laid eyes on him. I gaze at him as he pulls his fingers out one by one, leaving me empty and aching, yet resonating with the promise that there will be something better in just a moment.

His heated gaze, the flush of his skin, the way his dark hair is starting to curl under his sweat, every flex of every muscle as he moves—my mate is perfect.Perfect.

I let my knees fall apart as he moves between my thighs, lining the head of his cock up with my hole. I lift a hand and card my fingers through those unruly locks, slide my hand down to cup his cheek. Our gazes connect as he pushes in, sinking into me inch by inch, sliding home, and everything in the world is absolutely right.

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’m not terribly vocal in bed, but I can’t help the moan I let loose as I sink into Lir. He’s so hot and wet and tight around me—like the ocean gods crafted him just for me.

I’ve never felt more complete than in that moment. I slide deeper, pushing into him until I’m sheathed all the way inside him. Then I lean forward on my elbows, pressing our bodies together—him, so warm and soft and supple beneath me—and rest my forehead against his. We breathe together for a couple of exhalations, and I want this moment to go on forever.

I can’t believe how right it feels.

“Aramis,” he whispers in my ear, and I feel the brush of claws against my cheek. Then, with more desperation: “Please.”

Right. Lir is in heat, and I’ve kept him waiting—who knows how long? I don’t know how long he’s been in this heat or whatever he claims it is, but it has to have been a little while at least. At least as long as we were arguing on the deck about why we shouldn’t be here.

I can’t remember why I ever thought we shouldn’t. It’s obvious to me now that we were always meant to end up here, Lir underneath me, legs spread wide, hole clutching my cock, his own cock hard and slapping against his belly as I move inside him.

“Good?” I ask as I push myself up, resting my hands on his broad chest and taking a couple of shallow thrusts.

He nods, then exhales, “Faster than that.”

“Okay.” I pick up the pace a little, letting one of my hands slide across his chest to play with a nipple.

“Oh,” he says, his eyes popping back open as I pinch the dusky peak. When I go to do it again, though, I pinch nothing but air.

I stare. His nipples—both of them—have disappeared. “What?”

“What?” he huffs back, then reaches up and tweaks one of mine. I jerk forward, bumping our hips together. “Yours don’t retract?”

“What? Of course not! Nipples don’t—” I cut myself short, looking at his chest again. “Humannipples don’t retract,” I correct. His clearly do.

“Oh,” he says and slides both hands up my chest, those claw-tipped fingers pinching at my nipples. “That’s fun.”

I jerk again, breath coming hard. “Yeah,” I agree, “fun.”

He glances at me, then drops his hands. “Sorry.”

I shake my head. “No—it … I like it.” I know my face is scarlet. I’m not sure I’ve ever admitted that out loud before. “But … it kinda makes it hard to concentrate on fucking you.”

The way his eyes go bright is worth it. “I’ll be good,” he says, then slides his hands across his own chest. His fingers find his nipples, which have reappeared.