Page 8 of Welcome to Seaman’s Cove: Part Two

His rough demand sends me flying, my climax crashing through me like waves on the shore. He never stops moving, prolonging my descent into bliss, until I become too sensitive, my legs twitching against his slick scales.

“I love your little noises, starfish.” He kisses my shoulder. “If you keep that up, I won’t be able to stay sheathed much longer.”

That’s right. I forgot his cock is different in this form. My pussy flutters at the thought, my body already begging for more despite the orgasm I just had.

Reaching between our bodies, it takes me a little bit to find what I’m looking for. His scales part around an opening, and when I dip my finger inside, he bucks and groans. His tip presses against my touch, rising and swelling, but it doesn’t break free.

“Why are you fighting?” I ask softly.

“It feels wrong to take my pleasure from you when…”

There’s a pained longing in my chest, and it’s not coming from me or Caspian. Shit, I didn’t think what it would do to Hunter to feel my orgasm through the bond. But he doesn’t seem upset. In fact, he seems calmer than he’s felt since we were ripped apart.

“I’m not sure how to close off the connection,” Caspian says. “I know he’d never ask me to deny you pleasure, but taking from you feels⁠—”

I put a finger against his lips. “You’re not taking anything, Caspian. You’re giving me what I want.” I rim my finger around the crown of his cock, and it pushes right against the opening. “You’re keeping our bond strong. You’re protecting us from your mother. Hunter would want that. He does want that.”

Caspian still hesitates, though I can tell he’s close to snapping.

“Give me your cock, my prince,” I tease, hoping the nickname goads him into losing control.

He gives up the fight and springs free, pushing right into my hand. He’s even bigger in this form. Ridges cover the underside of his shaft from his tip down to his knot. I take a moment to explore them and am surprised to discover his cock coated in something sticky and viscous. “What is…?”

“Our males produce lubrication, just like our females, to ease penetration in the water.”

“Oh,” is all I can say, but my pussy pulses with need. I want to feel that smooth slide inside me. My fist around his base, I shove my shorts and bikini bottoms to the side and line him up with my entrance. “Ready?”

“I’m always ready for you.” He kisses me at the same time as he pulls me down onto his hard length. The water’s buoyancy fights against us, but he holds tight and swishes his tail up, pounding into me with a force that makes my eyes roll back and my toes curl. Each thrust drags those ridges against my aching inner walls.

As we kiss, we sink under the lapping waves. I don’t even think about breathing. Caspian is the only oxygen I need. His scales glow brighter the deeper we descend beside the volcanic sculpture that is my prison. The water is warm from the burning mountain. My skin smolders from the way Caspian hits all the right spots inside me.

A school of colorful, bioluminescent fish swirls around us, perhaps drawn by our pheromones. The gentle brushes against my skin light up even more sensations. I’m free-falling, floating, clinging to Caspian like an anchor in a storm.

My shirt floats up with the water’s movement, and my mate takes the opportunity to suck my breast into his mouth, biting my nipple through the fabric of my bikini top. I want more, so I rip the triangles to the side, exposing the stiff peaks to Caspian’s hungry gaze. He immediately dives in, licking and pulling and nipping each in turn, until it's as if they’re a direct line to my clit.

I’m lost in sensation, mindless to pleasure, when something silky drags over my butt. My eyes fly open only to see Caspian smirking. His hands move from my hips to my ass, dragging my bottoms down until they’re trapped under the curve of my butt. He spreads my cheeks so whatever was just caressing me can snake its way between them to flutter over my back hole. I turn and catch a glimpse of my mate’s beautiful tail curled up toward my backside, but before I can investigate further, Caspian’s hand grips my throat, his fingers cradling my jaw with enough pressure to make me face him once more.

The fins on his tail drag over my asshole again as his lips crash to mine, his thrusts hitting me deeper in this form.

We break the surface just as I come, gasping for breath and screaming his name. His knot slips into place, extending my pleasure. He twitches and shakes, painting my insides with his release.

Knotted together, we float in the water until my head lolls against his shoulder, eyes dropping closed. I’m vaguely aware of him slipping out, lifting me onto something soft, and placing some sort of textile around me.

“Sleep, my starfish,” Caspian kisses my forehead, “and dream of me.”

6

The dim morning light streams through the windows of Hunter’s bedroom. His body curls around mine, the rise and fall of his chest slow and even against my back in his sleep.

Last night, I may have insinuated I sought him out for my own comfort, and I did, but I also knew Hunt would be hurting and trying to brave through it on his own.

From the nightstand, a soft buzzing sound draws my attention. Careful not to wake Hunter, I scoot out from under his arm and across the bed so I can reach my phone. There’s a whole stream of text messages I’ve missed over the past hour.

Sebby Webby:

Hey, so I’m here. Not sure where to go.

You’re probably still sleeping. I’ll just head to the harbor and see if the ship is ready.