Again, I tried to say something, and again, he spoke first.
“Before you say anything, know that I am not demanding that you stay forever. Just until we can . . .”
“Work through our desire?” I grinned.
“Yes, that. I want to get past this craving I have for you. To do that, I need to be with you. I need you now and tonight and tomorrow morning.”
“And perhaps in the middle of the night?” I smirked.
“Are you teasing me?”
“I wouldn't dare.”
“Then what say you?”
“I say, take off your clothes, Jucai. I'm going to ride you until we're both too tired to move.”
The sound of tearing fabric came as the Sea King rushed to divest himself of his clothes.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
I straddled Jucai, facing away from the glass wall. There would be no distractions tonight. Just him and me. No city backdrop or dining hall full of lascivious Sea Dragons. And no more games. I was done playing with him. It was time to get serious and fuck my obsession away.
Yes, I could admit I was a little obsessed with the Sea King. It had to be an obsession. Not enough time had passed for it to be anything more meaningful. And I was glad for that, glad that we were of a like mind on this.
Just seeing Jucai spread out beneath me, his hair wild and shining like a star in the night, aroused me to the point of desperation. I needed him inside me, but I hesitated. It felt different this time. His hands moved with reverence up my chest. His eyes shone with a desire that matched mine. Intense. Possessive. Primal.
“The nectar.” Jucai reached toward his clothes, and a vial rose from his jacket in a bubble of water.
I had done many things with my Water Magic, but I'd never thought to use it to transport things. I grabbed the vial, and the water evaporated. Sitting back on Jucai's thighs, I poured a few drops of nectar onto his cock and then capped the vial. As I tossed it into the air, I formed a bubble of wateraround it and set it down on the bedside table. My water didn't evaporate as smoothly as Jucai's and left a little puddle on the table.
“You'll get better,” Jucai said.
“Will I?” I rubbed the nectar over him, stroking it up and down, reveling in the feel of velvet skin moving over a hard core until he shuddered and tossed his head on the pillow. “Is this better?”
“Yes,” Jucai groaned. Then he opened his eyes to meet my gaze. “But not as good as I’d feel if you took me into your body.”
“Is that so? Let's see.” I rose onto my knees and moved up his body.
Grabbing his shaft behind me, I angled it toward my entrance and then undulated over the tip. Jucai cried out as I slipped down on him, the head of his cock popping past my outer ring. Squeezing and releasing, I massaged him with my channel.
“You are torturing me!” Jucai grabbed my hips.
Before he could pull me down, I leaned forward and kissed him. The Sea King settled back on the pillow, moaning into my mouth, his body relaxing. I worked my way down his cock and then raised myself slowly. A little further. Down and up. Then I ground myself against his pelvis, taking all of him as I teased his tongue with mine.
Slow didn't satisfy me for long. As I teased Jucai, I also teased myself. Shivers of ecstasy raced through me until, with a great cry and shove of my hands on the mattress, I broke our kiss, sat up, and rode him faster. Hands on my hips, Jucaiwatched me. His lips parted, still wet from our kiss, and his breath quickened.
“You are magnificent, my diplomat,” Jucai said.
I took one of his hands from my hip and lifted it to my mouth. As I held his gaze, I sucked on his index finger, moving up and down it as I did his shaft. Jucai's gaze went hot, and his free hand went to my cock. I cried out at his touch, and he pumped his finger into my mouth. Letting go of his hand, I sucked on him as he thrust into me. Our gazes met and held.
Then it surged through me—magic.
Jucai cried out, his body bucking.
I looked down at him in horror. It was the mating magic. There was no denying it this time. My cock tensed for release, and I knew it wouldn't stop for hours. I'd cover him in my essence, giving him a piece of my soul, and he—if his shuddering body was any sign—would do the same to me. We would be bound forever.
And I'd be trapped beneath the waves.
