Page 54 of Sunken Empire

“More than anything,” he replies like he can’t get it out quick enough.

Taking the two open sides of his shirt, I walk backward toward the bed, towing him along with me. When the back of my thighs hit the edge, I stop to ease his shirt off his shoulders, letting it drift to the floor. Only then do I undo the belt holding my robe together where it quickly joins his shirt.

He's seen me naked more than once already, but standing in front of him now feels different. Like he’s finally recognizing the fact that he can have me. The air between us seems thicker as his chest starts to rise and fall faster than before while his eyes travel the full length of my bare body.

“I’m yours. Take what you want, baby,” I tell him, the pet name slipping from me before I can stop it.

If he’s offended, he doesn’t show it. Instead, the mer falls to his knees in front of me. I’ve just taken a breath to tell him he shouldn’t be on his knees for me or anyone anymore when he reaches out to grab my hips. Closing the distance between us, he buries his face right between my legs. I’m so shocked that I nearly drop to the floor with him. By some miracle, I not only stay on my feet but manage to widen my stance, giving him a better vantage for what he’s after. His grip tightens on my hips as his tongue takes its first stroke through my folds.

Eyelids fluttering closed, I let my head fall back while my hand pushes through the dark locks of his hair. Much like the kiss, he takes his time savoring his offering as though he’ll never get another taste. In less than a minute, I’m almost to the point of riding his face, chasing that release he’s pushing me toward.

I moan in surprise as his tongue starts to flick against my clit and one of his hands slips between my thighs. Soft as a feather, one of his fingers teases around my entrance. It slips inside, and this time, I can’t help the gentle buck of my hips. His appreciative grumble vibrates against my clit, making my knees nearly buckle once again.

“Aukai,” I plead, clenching the fist in his hair.

Pulling away, he looks up to my face in lustful pride and in a huskier voice than before, admits, “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I met you. To see if you taste as good as you look.”

A smile springs to my lips as I playfully inquire, “Well?”

Sucking one of his fingers into his mouth, his lids drop half mast as he confirms, “Better.”

I don’t know why that sends a rush straight to my core, but it does. I can feel more wetness beginning to pool between my legs, begging him to come back and lap it all up.

Instead, he chooses to stand before hooking his thumbs beneath his pants and letting them drop to the floor. The bronzed skin doesn’t stop at his waistline. It covers him head to toe. And that damn happy trail patch of hair leading down to his cock that jerks against his lower belly as I glance at it makes me want to touch it again. I’d love nothing more than to return the favor and get my first taste of him, but he doesn’t allow it.

Stepping into my space, he gives me a moment to change my mind. Like I’d ever do something as crazy as that. Climbing up on the bed backwards, I make sure to do so very slowly, giving him the perfect show. Not wasting any time, he crawls up until his body is perfectly perched over mine. As he brushes our lips against each other, I can taste us both on them, and it turns me on even more.

He doesn’t stop me from wrapping my legs around his waist and rubbing myself against his length. On the contrary, it’s almost as though he’s been waiting on me to make the first move.

His lips drop to first one nipple and then the other, slightly distracting me from the hand that he slips between us to help guide himself inside me. I palm his cheeks to bring that mouth back to mine. Easily obliging, he begins to painstakingly rock his hips and pushes his way in. By the time I’ve taken the full length of him, I can feel his body shudder above mine. Brushing my fingertips up and down his back, I use my tongue and lips to tease the side of his neck up to his ear.

“You deserve this kind of life, Aukai. This and me. Say it, baby,” I coax, gently nipping his lobe.

His hips arch again, sending pleasure spiraling up my spine. Then again as he finally admits, “I deserve it.”

As they say about the straw breaking a camel’s back, those three words are his catalyst. The way he keeps the pace slow and steady proves just how much he intends to enjoy this moment we’ve been gifted, but his strokes are harder, driving me straight over the edge. I call his name as my walls clench around him. It’s only a few seconds later when his body tenses, and I feel his cock begin to twitch as he empties himself within me.

A whoosh of hot air hits my chest as he lays his head down and lets out a breath. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

I laugh, making his head bounce before claiming, “I’m nowhere near it. Just wait, you’ll be rethinking that statement in the next fifty years. Probably less.”

When he chuckles, I realize it’s one of the first times I’ve ever heard him do so, and it makes my heart happy.

“We need to make you do that more often,” I tell him.

His face turns to capture one of my nipples between his lips before promising, “I am available for your pleasure anytime.”

I laugh and start to correct him until I see the corners of his lips tilt up.

“How about we get some rest first, though,” he suggests.

I don’t argue because we’re both bone tired. Plus, we’ll have the rest of our lives with each other. Plenty of time to make him stick to his promise.

We drag ourselves to the top of the bed, and I drape myself across his chest as we get settled. His hand rubs a gentle pattern on my back until he starts falling asleep. Propping my chin up on my hand on his chest, I pull a creepy and watch him sleep for a few minutes, admiring the attractiveness of the dark curls on the pillow and his full, recently kissed lips.

Talking about going to sleep and actually doing it are two separate things. No matter how comfortable I am, there’s no chance I’ll be able to shut my eyes without the rest of my mates in the room. Coming so close to losing all of them has messed with my head to the point of needing to make sure they’re one hundred percent safe before letting go.

Mentally reaching out for those threads now interwoven with a bright red, I give them a sharp tug. Within a few moments, the door eases open to let in my triplet mates. All of them gorgeous in their own way separate from their similar appearances.

“Already can’t sleep without us, little siren?” Zeph greets.

“What can I say? You’re all so very addicting, my sweet, sexy mates,” I say, making sure to let my eyes linger on all three of them.

Zeph and Zanthus chuckle while Zale grins as they make their way to the bed. As soon as they’re settled in around us and I’m surrounded by my four mates, I’m finally able to let my eyes close, knowing we’re all alive and have many years together ahead of us.

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