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She releases the branch as I thrust. The momentum of her upper body swinging between my legs throws me forward. I suck in a surprised gasp as I catch myself with one hand just before I crush her against the roots of the tree. She releases her legs and drops to the ground, then crawls out from under me, laughing the whole way.
I whirl around and capture her again easily. I grab a fistful of her hair and bend her over, pushing her face into the dirt. I cageher in with my thighs and lick the sweat from the small of her back. She whimpers, pushing her ass up and back.
I fist my dick and press my head against her swollen sex. The tip of my cock tingles against her hot cunt and I groan, barely restraining myself. I don’t want to hurt her delicate human body with my vicious rutting.
“Do it,” she moans, pushing back onto me.
My cock slips inside her an inch. Bliss radiates up my body at the joining. My hand flexes against her scalp and I thrust into her with a hard, ruthless strike. The slap of our hips is punctuated by a hiccupping moan from Reina that urges me on. I slide my other hand from her hip to her clit and begin to stroke her in time with my thrusts.
She pushes back to meet me, her arms shaking on either side of her head. I kiss her back with a rough, open mouth, flashing fangs and licking tongue. More. I need more of her taste.
I pull my fingers from her clit and suck them into my mouth with a groan. “You’re mine. Every bit of you.”
“Not yet,” she says, breathy and close to coming.
I slide my hand from her hair down her back, preparing to grab her hips and buck into her until she screams. Reina’s hands glow blue and she pushes forward, sliding off me and into the dirt yards away. My cock is left cold and throbbing in the autumn chill. She climbs to her feet while I kneel there, stunned, cock dripping.
She looks back at me with an impish grin, then puts on another burst of speed. I chase her again, delighting in her resistance.
Strong mate, so strong. A good mate.
The dirt underfoot is damp and the scent of water makes my selkie thrill. Reina barely evades me as she runs down the slope of a hill toward a large, glittering lake. She leaps into the water and ripples scatter from the impact as she goes under.
She can’t swim,my rational mind screams, and I dive after her. When the bubbles clear, she grins at me, her white-painted lips spread wide. Suddenly, blue runes flare to light across her ribs, wrists, and ankles. Slits open along her chest and dark skin grows between her fingers and toes.
She lets out all of her air underwater and I grab her waist, prepared to drag her back to the surface, but she stops me, shaking her head. Her eyes fall shut and she opens her mouth, taking in a deep mouthful of water. She convulses, holding tight to my arms, and panic sets in, dousing my rutting need.
But then she opens her eyes and smiles at me. I run my finger over the slits on her ribs. Water warmed from her body pushes out as her chest falls. My lungs burn as I watch her breathe.
She grins again and kicks her feet, swimming away.
She’s still running.
Catch her! Rut her!My selkie roars back to the forefront.
I transform, keeping my upper half as a man. I flip my powerful tail and surge after her. She’s not nearly fast enough. Moonslight shines down on her tanned skin, making her glow red and silver. The taste of her arousal in the water slides through my gills and pushes me faster.
Mate her! Claim her!
My cock, newly hard after the scare of her possible drowning, presses against the seam of my protective pouch. I catch her by the foot and yank her back. She twists in the water, turning to face me as I pull her legs around my tail. She digs her hands into my hair and kisses me. Her lips are hot, soft, and everything I want.
I grip her ass, my nails pressing into her silky skin, and grind her against my bulging slit. Her moans rumble around me, enveloping me. She pulls back from the kiss and blinks slowly, a protective sheen over her eyes, just like a selkie’s. Her fingerstrace my cheek to my ear, then up to my hair, her gaze following the touch. Then her eyes locks on mine.
“I want all of you,” she says in selkie. “Show me.”
All of me. She wants to see my full selkie form. My cock is monstrously different enough, but to see all of me? The scales that pepper my cheeks, chest, and sides. The thicker skin that wards off cold and predators’ teeth. My claws. My fangs. Not only will she find me disgusting, but if I try to mate her in that form, Iwillbite her.
“I’ll hurt you, my soul.”
“That’s what healing magic is for,” she says in ethereal Fynish, then kisses me tenderly. “Show me the monster you want to hide, so I can love all of you the way you deserve.”
Chapter fifty
Reina
Jasper’s gaze shifts away from me, concern etched into his brow.
I cup his cheek and turn his attention back on me. “Don’t be afraid. Show me.”
