Errik claims my mouth in a passionate kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. His lips taste like ocean and sunlight.
He wraps his arms around me and rolls me beneath him. I’m wearing only my silken undergarments. He traces his hand down my bare form and cups my breast.
I moan as he brushes the pad of his thumb over the peak. He moves down my body and grips the hem of my bra, pulling it down to free my breasts. He closes his mouth over the already stiff peak of my left breast and rubs his palm over the other. He is careful of his claws as he touches me.
The soft scrape of his teeth across my nipple makes me gasp, sending ripples of pleasure straight to my core. I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him in place.
His powerful form is made of thick layers of muscle, and I love the weight of his body over mine.
I do not have full sensation in my lower body, but I feel enough to register something hard, warm, and slick across my inner thigh. I gasp when it presses between my folds, and I realize it is his manhood. Only the thin fabric of my underwear separates us.
He pulls back sharply. “Forgive me,” he breathes. “I—”
I grip the back of his neck and pull his lips back down to mine. “It’s all right. I want you, Errik.”
He crushes his lips to mine and rolls his hips against me. The delicious, warm heat of his length rests between us. I reach down to wrap my hands around him, surprised that he is so large, my fingers do not quite reach. His length is textured with several small bumps of flesh that secrete some sort of clear viscous fluid, making him feel slick against my palm.
I glance down to study him. Althea told me about human men, and I do not believe they look like this.
He brushes the hair back from my face. “You find my stav strange.” I hear the concerned question in his tone.
“No,” I breathe. “Just different. But not in a bad way, Errik.”
He grits his teeth as I gently stroke his length.
He trails his hand up my inner thigh. He pulls my underwear to one side then drags his fingers through my already slick folds.
I moan when they brush over the hooded pearl of flesh at the top. Encouraged by my response, he continues to tease his thumb over my sensitive flesh and gently inserts one finger into my core. At first, the pressure feels tight and uncomfortable, and my body needs a moment to relax. Once I do, he inserts another finger, gently pumping into me.
I’ve touched myself before, but it’s never felt like this. Every nerve is hypersensitive.
I continue to stroke his stav. His length presses against my inner thigh. He is so close to where I want him, but I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing. It feels amazing.
A spark of heat flares inside me as pleasure coils tightly in my core. I’m so close to the edge, and I think he is, too. His stav grows even slicker in my grasp.
“Errik,” I barely manage to breathe through my pleasure. “Please.”
I’m not even sure what I’m asking for, but he begins to quicken the pace of his fingers inside me. Every muscle in my body tenses, and then I’m coming harder than I ever have as pleasure roars like fire through my veins.
I cry out his name. His stav pulses in my hand and against my thigh as he comes, warm fluid erupting onto my body for what seems like forever. When I look down, my skin is covered in his essence, the blue fluid warm and sticky.
He moves to one side, pulling me with him. His stav is still a hard bar between us. It seems what Althea told me about human men needing time to recover after their climax does not apply to the Mer.
Errik’s blue eyes study me as we lie in each other’s arms. Illumination in the corner of my eye catches my attention, and I look down. “Your tail, Errik. It’s glowing.”
His mouth drifts open. The blue light is beautiful against his matching scales. “I was right,” he breathes.
“What do you mean?”
“Mer tails only glow when we find our fated mates.” He lifts his gaze to me and smiles. “You are mine, Halla. Fate led us to each other. I knew it deep in my soul.” He captures my mouth in a claiming kiss. When he pulls back, he drops his forehead gently to my own and runs his fingers through my long scarlet hair. “You are my fated one. I long to bind you to me, Halla, and claim you as my mate.”
I want more than anything to be his, but I’m just a bit nervous.
Sensing my hesitation, he cups my chin, tipping my face up to his. “What is wrong?”
“It’s just… I’ve never done this before. I’ve heard making love can be painful the first time.”
He presses a tender kiss to my lips. “We do not have to do anything you do not wish. You love me. That is enough, Halla. I would never ask you for anything you would not give.”
I nestle into his embrace and after a while, I drift off to sleep in his arms.
