50. Reina

Chapter fifty

Reina

J asper'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."

I'd seen what a fully transformed selkie looked like back in Illya. I know Jasper will look similar. I'm not afraid, I'm excited. I want to see his true form, the face that his mother, father, and the gods gave him.

Jasper nods, his dark hair drifting around him like a halo. And then, it shrinks back into his head as opal light ripples across his skin. He gets paler everywhere, like his tail, and then his face begins to shift. His jaw is wider, cheeks higher and sharper, nose flattened down to slits on his slightly elongated face. He opens his overly large eyes as ridges sprout from the top of his crown and grow down his back. They get longer and sharper as they reach his mid-back, then taper off into his tail.

Plates of hard skin etch along his face and neck, then his chest and the sides of his hips. I run my thumb along the one on his cheek and find it hard, like bone. Finally, his lips retract until his mouth is a fine, wide line. I kiss him there, feeling the taut, rubbery flesh against my sensitive, swollen mouth.

His claws drag down my back so gently and he holds me against him at the waist. I feel the bulge in his tail swell, and I'm assuming—hoping—it's a penis not too unlike a human's. Something that will fit and feel good for both of us.

He opens his mouth and a split, snakelike tongue brushes against mine. I test his fangs, licking up one side and down the other, feeling their length and sharpness. He could hurt me, but I'm willing to be hurt. I'm ready.

A trill sounds in his chest and vibrates all the way down to my core. I moan, sliding my hand down his plated chest to where we're pressed together. I feel a fold of skin at the top of the bulge and push my finger along it.

"Show me," I force out. Speaking Fynish with a mouthful of water is harder than I'd imagined.

His claws flex against my ass and then he pushes me away a few inches. I watch as his cock, pink-tipped and arrow-shaped, emerges from the slit. It pushes outward, revealing white, plated nodules along each side. It keeps pushing out, farther, and farther, until I think there's no possible way it will all fit inside me. A final bulge emerges at the bottom and the extension stops.

I look up at his face and school my features. "Impressive."

His mouth spreads open in what I assume is the selkie version of a grin, his sharp fangs poking into his bottom lip.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself back to him. The head of his very large, very warm cock rests against my sensitive opening, and we lock eyes.

"Go slow," he says, and this time I will heed him—for a while.

I want to feel each of those bumps as they slip inside me, all the way down to the thick knot at his base. I press my heels into his back and work myself onto his tip. The arrow-shaped head disappears inside me, and pleasure roils between us. The flared tip pushes against the top of my entrance, bringing stark awareness to how sensitive it is.

I pull myself down, relishing the pop of each nodule as I take him in. Jasper trills deeply, distorting the water around us and sending schools of little silver fish scurrying away. I keep working him in, breathing the thick water heavily. The pressure on my opening feels almost too much as I reach the base, but I keep pushing, urging him in. Slowly. Delicately.

When we're sealed together at last, I feel the lips of his protective slit flexing against me. I grind down until they pinch my clit, making me clench everywhere. Jasper's hands flex on my thighs and he drops his forehead to my shoulder.

"Ohksana'amai." The word penetrates me deeply, resonating somewhere inside my chest, begging for an answer, a reply.

"Ohksano'amai," I say with my best selkie inflection. I can't trill the "k" like he can, but the word makes him tense in recognition.

We stay that way for a moment, sealed together. One split soul finally reunited. Then he flicks his tail, separating us just slightly. He waits, and I pull myself back onto him, now relishing the sensation of the knot pushing my limits. He flicks again and I respond, pulling back down again until we're in a gentle rhythm.

Jasper clicks and moans, cradling my lower back and my head as we move. Each time I seal down on him, his slit pinches my clit, and when he flicks away, it pops off with a powerful suction not even his tentacles could rival. The sensation has me spiraling, choking on the water that should be air.

I cry out his name and he thrusts hard, pulling out farther before slamming back into me. I'm just holding on now as he works us together in blissful pleasure. Then we're moving. He twirls back and upside down, twisting as he thrusts, hitting new places inside me with his flared head.

I run my fingers down his sharp spine. He flexes the spikes and groans with delight. I trace the ones along his skull, all the way down to the crest of his hips, and he shivers.

"I will not be able to hold back much longer," he says.

The fear of the unknown, just how brutal his selkie lovemaking might be, ripples through me. But I'm not a delicate little princess anymore. I can take his brutality. I want to know what it is to mate my husband properly and become his forever.

"Then don't hold back," I murmur against his hard cheek. I force my heels against him and thrust down over his knot. My opening accommodates, and it slides all the way inside me.

Jasper whirls us around and surges for the bottom. He braces against the stones of the lake floor, pushing my back against them. The smooth surface chills me through and I clench down on him in a shiver. His claws dig into the rock above my head, and he lifts his face until our eyes meet.

"I…will bite you," he grinds out, flashing his fangs.

I turn my head, exposing the meat of my shoulder.

A shudder runs through him and his claws carve divots in the stone. The knot at the base of his cock swells, and then the rest of him thickens. The plated nodules push into me, bringing my awareness back there and nowhere else.

His thrusts begin in earnest now, his tail batting against the lake floor as he pumps into me. I rotate my hips, meeting each thrust that pulls a cry from my mouth. The depth of the water makes my voice lower, richer. I like the way my noises make his eyes glow with possessive desire.

He grabs my wrists behind his neck and then forces them to the rock above my head. His other hand pins my hip and his cock swells. The sensation of stretching, the nodules on each side, his flared tip, the sucking slit, it's suddenly too much. I pull down a heavy gulp of water and scream as the pressure that has been building in me all day is finally unleashed.

Jasper's full eyes watch my face, his thin lips pulled back and his mouth open. He trills unendingly and that vibration rocks me to the core, ripping another orgasm from me with such force I slam my head back.

He whips his tail, pounding me against the rock so hard I see stars. His trill reaches a new pitch, so low and resonate it disturbs the foundation of the lake. And then his mouth is on me. Sharp and fast, his teeth sink into my shoulder.

His thrusting is frenzied and the sensations of pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure muddles my brain. I scream out again, unsure if I'm orgasming, dying, or ascending as a goddess. It feels like an unmaking. A re making.

My blue magic spools out of me in long tendrils and spears into Jasper's back. Opal twists with it and surges back into me. We're connected, intertwined in body, magic, and spirit.

He moans long and loud under the trill and the knot at his base swells impossibly thicker. He thrusts one last time and then stills, keeping himself lodged inside me.

Our magic calms, receding into us. Not dead, and probably not a goddess. He extracts his fangs from my shoulder and immediately sends a wave of healing magic over the wound, staunching the flow of dark blood in the water.

He cups my cheek and runs his thin mouth over my lips like a kiss. "Are you all right?"

I kiss him back. "I'm perfect."

"You are," he says, smiling his predator's smile.

"And so are you," I say, tracing his sharp cheek, his wide jaw, his thin lips.

He drops his forehead until we touch, and closes his eyes. "You're mine now, sunshine, as long as you live."

"That isn't enough," I say. "I want more."

"How much more?"

"Forever," I whisper, kissing him again and again. "I want you forever."