He returned to my clit, humming his approval as I whimpered his name again. That cord between us gave a sharp tug.
“Louder, sweetheart.”
I shattered, crying out his name. His fingers dug into the soft skin of my thighs. There was no holding back the plunging sensation as rolling, heated pleasure unleashed in my core, filling my limbs until my fingers tingled with it.
My toes curled, and my back arched. He held me in place, working me through it until I reached between my legs and pushed his head away, unable to take a second more.
He smiled sweetly, climbing up my body to collapse nextto me. My eyes widened at the wet spot on his sleep pants.
“Um, did you come already?”
He nuzzled into my shoulder. “Maybe.”
His exhale was a dry laugh. “Can you blame me? The noises you were making. Damn.”
Cheeks burning, I pressed my hands over my face. Caspian grasped my wrist and drew it down. “Don’t hide. I love everything you do. Stay here, I’ll clean us up.”
He rolled out of the bed and returned in fresh clothes with a warm washcloth and my sleep shorts. I couldn’t help staring at him as he cleaned me and dressed me.
Is this what aftercare feels like?
As if he sensed my shock, he placed a kiss on my cheek and settled beside me with a smug grin on his face. His arm over my waist hugged me tighter until he drifted off and his body relaxed.
I lay there, my mind slowly processing. It was hard to think with his body against mine, and it took a while for my thoughts to come back after that mind-blowing orgasm.
Hells, I should not have done that.
I didn’t want to sleep with him when he was “beholden” to me. I had to break this connection, as soon as possible, and I was afraid that we’d just strengthened it. Something glowed between us, strong enough that it was almost tangible.
But the idea of severing our connection gutted me. What would be left between us? It broke my heart to think hewouldn’t feel the same and he’d leave me too, but I couldn’t live with myself if I kept him beholden to me without a choice in the matter.
I could feel myself falling for him, and I wouldn’t keep him magically trapped. My throat ached with tears I wouldn’t form. As much as it destroyed me, setting my accidental selkie husband free was my only option.
Chapter 14
A Dunkin Donuts
Themed Wedding
Caspian
We slept tangled together and sank into a dream of pure domestic bliss. In the glow of an endless sunset, we cuddled on a sofa in a cottage that reminded me of her grandmother’s, but was a bit more modern—her dream home? She pressed her face into the crook of my neck, and we murmured about what we wanted in our lives and what things could look like together.
When I woke, my heart ached. I wanted all of those promises with her, like slow mornings drinking tea, afternoons exploring, and cozy evenings wrapped up in eachother.
Having her in my arms was unbearably wonderful. Her back pressed to my chest, and her soft curves fit against my hard edges. It wasn’t that she was made for me; if anything, I was made for her.
I buried my nose in her hair and inhaled that bergamot and ocean water scent. The salty sea smell was stronger, like being together had altered her on a base level. I’d bet my scent had shifted too. I wanted her to remake me.
Juniper let out a soft wordless noise, shifting in my arms as she woke up.
“Good morning, little witch,” I said, kissing the top of her head.
“Mmm, Caspian,” she said, rolling over to face me.
I rubbed my hand over her back, reassuring myself this was real and we were awake.
“We need to pick up the cake. We gotta get up,” she muttered.
