Page 33 of The Selkie Santa

Noah stared at her. Gods, she was beautiful. And she was his. His one true love.

His mate.

Finally.

Their rhythm in synch now, Noah buried his head in her neck, his orgasm building with each thrust, his shaft pounding inside her. His thumb strokes on her clit faster as she urged him to keep touching her just like that…

The snap of his hips, his tail slapping her ass with each thrust, her sweet tits bobbing in front of his eyes, all added to the overload on his senses.

On a long, high moan, Harper’s body jerked, and the intense ripples of her orgasm flooded around his cock.

Oh, flaming gods. He was done for.

With a bellow, Noah’s release hit like a tornado, whipping his senses into a vortex of pleasure so intense he was sure his body was going to disintegrate.

But he knew Harper was right there with him as she clung to him, and keened that she loved him, over and over again.

After they’d got their breath back and Noah had disposed of the condom, he came back to bed and took Harper in his arms.

She snuggled her head onto his shoulder.

“Why did we waste all those years?” he murmured into her hair, which always reminded him of summer days—and home.

“Because we’re both idiots, I guess.” She sighed.

He propped himself up on his elbow. “Did you mean what you said back then?”

“Oh, um—” she giggled. “What did I say? I was kinda… Just having a pretty wild time, in case you didn’t notice.”

Noah smirked. “Yeah, I noticed.” He circled a finger around her nipple, saw it harden into a tight little peak.

“Do that much more and I might have to demand a repeat performance.”

He stilled his fingers. “First you have to tell me if you meant it.”

She peeked up at him from under lashes. “Meant what?”

“Don’t be evasive, woman. That… you love me.”

She pushed herself up so their heads were level, and put her hand to his cheek, her bright blue eyes dewy.

“Yes, I love you. Always have, Noah Shortwater. From the first day you walked into Sweet Clams and said you’d just hired a mooring on the quay for your fishing boat.”

“I remember that day. You smiled at me, and my heart went wo-ahhh, here is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I knew you were the one for me. My mate.”

“You thought that?”

“I did. And if I’d known you felt it too, I would have said something years ago, but you always gave me that bright breezy friend vibe.”

She huffed a sigh. “I guess I didn’t know how to show my feelings. Dad being human, he treated Mom like rubbish because she was elf. I think he did love her, but being high-breed from Tween, his family wouldn’t have anything to do with him after he married Mom. So he threw her love away on cheap affairs. I’d never seen how people behave when they truly love each other. So when I found myself falling for someone, I—I pretended I wasn’t. Because love didn’t feel safe. Crazy, right?”

“Not crazy. I hid my feelings because I didn’t feel I deserved to be loved by you. I didn’t think you’d even consider me. I thought you were way above me. But then when you dated Wyatt?—"

“After you dated Dina, surprise, surprise.”

“You know why? Because she pursued me. And Dina being half selkie, I thought, well, that’s what I’m supposed to do, right? Date another selkie. Not shoot above my station for a beautiful human/elf. And then when you dated Wyatt, I fucking cursed myself for being a fool. But I guess he was always better looking than me.”

“No way. Sure, he was cute before he let the alcohol get a hold of him, but you were the one I wanted. Except you always hung back. And you acted like you couldn’t care less when I started seeing Wyatt.”

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