Page 56 of The Dark, Dead, Deep

“Yes, Sam!Yes!” the female cried.

I relaxed, boneless with relief.

Rainn startled awake at the female’s shrill cry of pleasure. His brow creased as he searched for the source of his waking; sitting up, he listened for a moment to the sound of two nymphs fucking in the adjacent tent. A moment passed, and Rainn chuckled, easing back into the bed before his eyes met mine.

He blinked, surprised before his lips ticked into a mischievous smile. “Listening, princess?” Rainn purred as he wiggled his eyebrows.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “As if I could sleep with that racket.”

The male let out a low groan as if to punctuate my point. “Gods, Bethany, just like that!”

Rainn coughed, the sound hiding a laugh. “He must be doing something right.” Rainn shook his head with a smile. “I’ve never heard a female make those kinds of noises before.”

“I’d say you’ve never pleasured a female before then,” I replied dryly, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Perhaps not.” Rainn’s eyes twinkled. “What do you think that male is doing to provoke such sounds?”

“How would I know?” I glanced away.

“I think you do know.” He smirked. “I would love to knowhow.”

I waved my hand. “I’ve seen people. Doing things.”

Rainn clicked his tongue. “I never knew the undine were such exhibitionists.”

“As much as nymphs?No.”

“I see.” Rainn brushed his thumb against his bottom lip. “Selkies wait until they find their shíorghrá.”

“Really?” I frowned. “What if you never find your true mate?”

“I’ll remain at the Skala Isles and look broodily out onto the water, lamenting my inexperience.” Rainn’s eyes darted to the side when the couple let out a collective throaty groan but continued to fuck.

“How tragic.” I arched my brow.

Rainn nodded earnestly. “It certainly seems so.” His attention caught on my bare arm as the fur slipped to reveal my shoulder. Rainn reached forward and brushed a finger against my skin. “Gooseflesh,” he mused. “Perhaps you are cold.”

“Perhaps.” I tugged at the blanket.

“Perhaps you like to listen to others. Fucking.” Rainn cocked his head to the side.

I choked on my words before they even formed. “That’s not—”

“How would it feel to rut between your pretty thighs, my princess of pearls?” Rainn continued, deep in thought as if he was speaking to himself instead of me. “Warmer and wetter than a fist, I’d assume. Though from your blush, I’d say it would take some coaxing to get you to part those legs and reveal your beautiful pussy for me.”

My eyes were so wide that I was sure I looked unhinged. My throat was dry, and I couldn’t think of an argument against anything he had said. I wanted it. Gods, I did.

“What would you do?” Rainn’s fingers drifted from my shoulder, leaving a trail of blazing skin behind as they carved a path to my throat, where he held my neck to keep me in place. The touch was so gentle, even though it demanded my attention.

“What would I do?” I echoed, licking my bottom lip.

“What would you do if I were to take that mouth?” Rainn’s sky-blue eyes darted to my lips.

“To kiss me?” I hated how desperate I sounded.

He pressed his tongue against the point of his canine tooth. “More than that, princess.”

“I’m not a princess.” It took everything in me not to squirm and arch my back, to draw attention to my breasts—my nipples so hard that I felt every shift of fabric as I breathed.

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