Page 65 of Welcome to Seaman’s Cove: Part Two

There’s a warm body pressed against both sides of me. I open my eyes slowly to see a large, wooden, fan overhead. A breeze from an open window plays over my bare skin. A soft sheet tangles around my feet. As I take in more of my surroundings, I realize I’m sandwiched between my merman and my fishy. I smile contentedly. They both seem to be asleep still.

I slowly brush Seb’s hair off his forehead with one finger. With everything that’s been going on, I haven’t had a moment to appreciate that he’s really here. My brilliant online friend, who helped me walk away from the Prescott pack and go after my doctorate, is here in my bed. It’s hard to believe.

The fresh bonds on his skin draw my attention, and flashes of memories from my heat come back to me in bits and pieces. A swell of disappointment catches me off guard as I search for Seb through my bonds. I sense him, but he’s distant, a second-hand connection.

He didn’t bite me.

“Hmm, you need more, ocean?” he says with his eyes still closed.

I swallow past the lump in my throat. “I’m fine.”

Am I, though? I don’t feel insatiably horny like I have for who knows how long, but there’s an ache in my chest that has me blinking back tears.

Seb opens his eyes and rolls to his side to look at me. “What’s wrong?”

“You didn’t bite me,” I whisper, then suck both of my lips between my teeth, fighting to keep control and not become an emotional mess in front of him.

“And that upsets you?” He rolls to his side, facing me, and lifts himself up on an elbow.

“I mean, I know it’s silly. We only just officially met. I can’t expect you to⁠—”

He bites the swell of my breast, eliciting a yelp from my lips that cuts off whatever I was about to say. It’s not hard enough to break skin, but it sends a wave of heat through my body that makes me perfume.

“Fuck, if I had known you wanted it, I would have bitten you the second you went into heat. But we never talked about it, and I didn’t want to presume.”

“I want it. You’re mine, fishy.” I wrap a hand around the back of his neck and squeeze. “I want to claim you.”

“Can I get in on that?” Caspian says. I’m not sure when he woke up, but he’s on his side, propped on his elbow with his head in his hand, grinning at us with sleepy, bedroom eyes. “I feel a little left out with you wearing everyone’s bite but mine, fishy.”

Seb smirks at Caspian’s use of my nickname for him. “You’ll have to earn it, alpha.”

“And how might I do that?”

Seb teases my bare nipple between his thumb and forefinger while keeping his gaze locked on Caspian. “I think our omega should decide.”

“Alright, starfish, what should I have to do between now and your next heat, in order to bond your beta?” Caspian nibbles the tender skin along the side of my neck, then sucks his bite mark on my breast while Seb continues to pinch the other side.

The moan that escapes me is embarrassingly loud. “I don’t think you’ll have to wait that long.” A cramp tightens my lower belly, slick coating my thighs. “I’m not sure it’s over yet.”

Sebastian looks as if I just handed him a present he’s wanted for ages. Caspian jumps up on his knees, equally giddy.

“Better tell me quick how to earn my beta bond, starfish.”

“I can’t…” I gasp as Seb gives my nipple a particularly hard twist. Fuck, that feels good. “I can’t think.”

“Try harder.” Caspian drags his hand down my body, wedging between my thighs to cup my pussy.

“All I can think about is… sex… you two f-f-fucking.” I shake my head, bucking my hips to get the friction I need. Caspian keeps his hand absolutely still, not giving me anything.

My alpha and my beta lock eyes.

“I’ve wanted to be inside you since the first time I met you,” Caspian admits. “When I saw the look on your face as you sat on that rock and watched the rest of us take care of our omega… hot damn.”

My fishy scrapes his teeth along his bottom lip. His hand moves from one breast to the other, continuing his assault on my hard little peaks. He doesn’t respond to my merman, and I’m tempted to take back my request. It was too much, presumptuous, and overstepped boundaries. The only thing that stops me is that Seb isn’t saying no.

Caspian curls his fingers so two of them slip inside me, and all thought of saying anything fades away entirely. My muscles twitch as he rubs right where I need him.

“Did you know Madi and I bonded before we knew each other’s names?” Caspian keeps his eyes on Seb as he runs his fingers through my slick and over my clit. “It might not be conventional in your world or mine, but it felt right.” He stops caressing me to bring his dripping fingers to Sebastian’s lips. He doesn’t touch him, just keeps his hand a hair's breadth from Sebastian’s mouth, waiting. “I won’t push you if you aren’t ready. But I definitely want to mark up that pretty skin of yours.”