Page 89 of Poseidon's Island Flower

I reached up and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You don’t have to be afraid of me judging you or leaving you, Little Poseidon.”

Poseidon’s breaths hitched, a wave of color returning to his face.

“In fact–”

I pulled Poseidon further into the throne room. I pulled his massive form until we were both running. He laughed, finally giving me no resistance as I led him up the stairs to the massive throne built of dazzling golden coral, purple cushions, and beautiful pearls and precious gemstones.

He sat with a thump, his hair flying in my face, and I knelt down in front of him while he sat and spread his legs. His lips parted, his golden eyes twinkling with worry as I rubbed my hands up his thighs.

“Lani,” Poseidon whispered. “What are you doing?” His knee-length skirt now rose to mid-thigh. Poseidon must not like underwear because he was naked under the wrap. His cock grew hard, and his breath became uneven as I petted his inner thigh.

“Lani, it’s the middle of the day.” He gripped the chair’s arms, his fingers digging into the cushioned armrests.

“You are so precious, I could eat you up,” I cooed, kissing his knee. “And just so you know, you can have sexy times during the day, too.” I winked at him and ran down the stairs to greet Silas, who always stayed close behind us.

Poseidon sat up in his seat, watching me intently as I whispered in Silas’s ear. He chuckled, and his tentacle suction cups made a sucking and slapping noise as he left.

“What are you doing?” Poseidon went to stand, but I waved for him to sit down.

I set my feet apart and began to hum. It was the same song my father used to hum to me and my mother as she and I both learned how to dance. I first concentrated on my feet, humming along until the drums entered the room. Silas, along with four other krakens, pounded rhythmically on the drums while one played a ukulele. I smiled, looking back at them, and they bowed, continuing to mimic my humming.

I let go of the nervousness that was piling in my gut when I returned to my gaze to Poseidon. He was frozen in his seat, watching me as I swayed my hips and moved my arms to the flow of the music.

I began dancing the wedding hula. It was often performed by the bride for the groom, or sometimes a group would perform for the married couple. I had never performed it myself but had watched it many times at the resort where couples got married. I had learned the basics a long time ago, and just like riding a bike, it came back to me as I danced for Poseidon.

My arms drifted along with the music, my feet turning in a clover pattern as I approached the stairs and climbed. It wasn’t often I lost my ability to speak my mind, but since knowing Poseidon, I found myself lost in my emotions and unable to express them.

Instead of thinking about what I wanted, what was best for everyone else, I had followed my heart, and it had led me right to Poseidon. Bond, mate or not, I didn’t care. I was following what I wanted, what I cared for and, most of all, who I’d fallen in love with.

Sure, it could have been a bond that led me to him, but wasn’t I the ultimate one in control? I could choose to ignore it and go along with my life, but I knew I couldn’t. Every day I would think about him. He was already embedded in my heart.

I no longer felt lonely when I was with him.

“Lani,” his voice rasped as he watched me with desire. His eyes didn’t leave my body, watching how my hips swiveled.

I danced up the steps, his eyes growing larger with each step I took. Despite seeing each other naked the past few days and getting to know every part of each other, he still tried to hide his erection from me.

His wrap wasn’t hiding anything and the surprise I had for him was going to be fun.

The music played, but you could hear it fading into the distance. Silas waved everyone out as I got closer to Poseidon.

Poseidon’s grip on his throne tightened, and it groaned under his touch as he looked up at me.

I slid between his thighs, cupped his face in my hands, and planted a long sensual kiss on his lips.

He groaned and grabbed my ass. His hands wandered up my skirt, caressing the bare skin beneath it.

“Lani,” he rasped. “You aren’t wearing undergarments.”

I smiled. “And neither are you. What do you think we should do about that?”

Thirty

Poseidon

IknewexactlywhatI wanted, but I couldn’t tell her.

Nothing would make me happier than to touch her, lick and… Fates, I wanted to fuck her.

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