Chapter 8
Abby
One call to Bailey had him meeting us at the docks and giving us access to his boat. He didn’t insist on coming, but made me promise to call him later.
I was a lucky selkie to have such wonderful walrus friends.
Feeling shaky and uncoordinated, I stayed huddled on a seat while Archer expertly guided the small boat out of the marina.
Soon we were in the open ocean. The moment I saw the familiar rock outcropping, I began relaxing.
Without having to ask, Archer shut off the engine, dropped anchor, then crouched in front of me.
“Abby, what would you like to do now?”
Without speaking, I stood up and stripped. Once my clothes were on a pile on the bench, I jumped into the water.
I loved letting my seal loose. She was so much more confident than I was, and her feelings were simple. She was either hungry, angry, curious, or happy. There wasn’t any anxiety or worry about the future or past. When she was in control, I got to be a creature of the present.
No sooner had I shifted than there was another splash and I turned to see Archer’s human form blurring and his seal appearing.
His seal was large with dark dapples. This was the first time we’d been together as seals since that disastrous meeting when he’d first found me.
My seal happily swam over to him and mouthed his neck.
I was a little shocked but happy about her actions. It was a courting behavior for our seals, making it clear that she’d fully forgiven Archer.
That made it easier for me to give her total control. I followed him as he flipped around so I could mouth his neck again.
He rolled, blew bubbles, then mouthed me back.
We kept that up for about twenty minutes, staying close to the surface and hidden between the boat and the rocks.
Then a small school of perch swam by and instinct took over. I was after them in a flash. I managed to catch one and swallow it down, but the rest eluded me. Archer caught one, but instead of eating it, he brought it to me.
I hesitated, then took the fish. The moment it disappeared down my throat, he rushed off. Curious, I followed and watched him frantically hunt down another fish. This one was a halibut, and it took some effort, but he managed to grab it.
He turned and swam back to me, proudly shoving the fish in my face. I accepted it but didn't eat it. Instead I swam away as fast as I was able. Archer gave chase. He was faster, but I was more agile, so when I felt him getting close I changed direction.
We played this game until I was out of air and had to surface.
With the fish still in my mouth, I broke the surface.
Bobbing in the water, I waited for Archer to appear.
The moment his handsome seal face popped up, I pushed the fish at him.
When he grabbed hold, I tugged so we both had half a halibut. Only then did I swallow.
He ate his portion, then let out a loud honk to show that he was happy.
I moved close and nuzzled his face with mine.
He wrapped his fore flippers around me. We stayed like that, our heads bobbing in the water with Archer lazily moving his hind flippers to keep us from drifting into the boat or rocks.
Suddenly I was human.
That hadn’t ever happened before. I let out a startled gasp; the water was much too cold for my thin human body.
Archer was quick to swim up to the boat and push me to the swim deck so I could climb up. He shifted and climbed up right behind me. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me.
“What happened?” he asked. “That shift seemed abrupt.”
I checked in with my seal. She was happy and content. She wanted me to be happy and content, and she thought being in my human skin with Archer would help with that.
That made me chuckle. “She’s matchmaking.”
“Matchmaking?” Archer repeated.
“Before this swim, she’d forgiven you. By the end of our swim, she trusted you again.”
He wrapped his arms around my towel-wrapped body and hugged me tight. “I’m so relieved. I didn’t think your seal would ever accept me again.”
Honestly, I hadn’t been sure either.
“I wouldn’t betray her if I were you,” I warned him. “She won’t forgive a second time.”
“Never,” he swore. I looked up to see him staring down at me with eyes shiny from unshed tears. My gaze lowered to his mouth and the kiss from earlier flooded my mind.
Frank had ruined that moment, but he wasn’t here to ruin this one.
I went up on my toes and pressed my lips to his. The kiss was everything I remembered from when we were teenagers.
Abruptly, he ended the kiss and pulled away. I saw the reluctance on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Do you remember when we had sex?”
I nodded. “I’m not sure I’d call it sex, more like advanced fumbling.”
We’d both been virgins and snuck away. We’d hidden away in an empty boathouse, the hot summer making the air humid.
We’d giggled, kissed, touched, and eventually both of us had been naked.
What came next ended in tears because it had hurt when Archer penetrated me.
He’d immediately stopped. After withdrawing, he’d pulled me close and murmured apologies, kissing my head and rocking me.
Neither of us orgasmed, but we got to spend almost an hour holding each other. Then Norris found us, and we never got a chance to be alone again.
Despite the poor introduction to sex and the way the moment ended, I’d been eager to try again later.
“Yes, but that was a long time ago,” I reminded him, unsure why it mattered. “From what I've heard talking to the women at the diner, no one's first time is good.”
“I'm scared I'll hurt you again,” he whispered. “I still feel bad about that afternoon.”
“You shouldn't,” I said. “That afternoon was the last good day I had in the colony.”
“How can you say that? I hurt you!”
He looked so confused I giggled. My laughter made his frown of confusion lessen, but it didn't go away.
“Maybe the sex wasn't what we thought it would be, but afterwards, we got a whole hour,” I reminded him.
“You held me and kissed me. I remember every word you said. You painted a picture of our future. That hour was important because it got me through the following years when the entire colony conspired to keep us apart.”
“I have so many regrets,” he said.
“I know,” I murmured. “I'd like to feel like I did that afternoon, when you held me and kissed me.”
“I can do that,” he agreed.
This time there was no hesitation. As we kissed, I pulled one of my hands free and pressed it to his bare chest. He sucked in a breath but didn't pull away. Running my hand down, I only stopped when I felt the base of his cock.
He moaned into my mouth as I wrapped my fingers around him. He felt thicker than I remembered, but still smooth and long. When I got to the tip, a bead of pre-cum smeared across my thumb.
I had to see what I was touching. Ending the kiss, I smiled at him before taking a half step back so I could look down.
As I took in his pretty cock, I lifted my thumb to my mouth and sucked off his pre-cum. It tasted as I expected, masculine and tantalizing.
Archer sucked in a breath. “I want to do that too.”
I grinned and ran my thumb over his head before holding it up to his mouth. He snorted and shook his head.
“I want to taste you.”
“Yes,” I agreed. I thought he'd run his hand down my body, but he picked me up instead. Making sure the blanket was under me, he laid me down on the floor of the boat. I smiled up at him, watching his face as he pulled the blanket apart to reveal my naked body.
By default, we shifters weren't shy. Being unclothed had never bothered me, but at this moment, I felt a little self-conscious. It had been a long time since Archer saw my body. What if he didn’t like me now?
“You’re even more beautiful than I remember,” he whispered, shifting his gaze to mine. “I want to kiss you all over. Is that okay?”
My trepidation vanished, replaced by a relentless neediness.
“I’d like that,” I said, spreading my legs invitingly.
He lowered himself between my thighs and leaned over, putting his face against my neck. When he nuzzled my throat, I turned my face to give him better access. Opening his mouth wide, he gently bit down, sucking and using his teeth.
The move made both my human side and my seal side moan. His action mimicked what our seals had done in the water.
I grabbed his head and urged him to keep doing it. As he ravaged my neck, he palmed one of my breasts. I arched into his touch.
“Archer.” His name was barely a sound.
“I'm here,” he growled. “And I'm not going anywhere.”
He kissed lower until he got to my breast. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, making sensation zing through my body. He slipped a hand down between my legs. I parted my thighs further, urging him to touch me.
If I thought my body felt overheated before, it was nothing compared to when Archer slid his finger through my slit. I tried to close my legs to trap his hand against me, but his thighs were in the way.
“More,” I begged. “I need more.”
“Moan for me,” Archer demanded, his breath hot against my wet nipple.
His fingers explored my sex. When he found my clit, I gasped, then he started massaging it.
My eyes shut, and I gasped again.
“There it is,” he said. “I want more of that.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but he sucked a nipple back into his mouth at the same time he played with my clit. The two things together sent a flash of pleasure through me like I'd never experienced before.
“Archer!” I screamed, clutching at his shoulders as my orgasm punched me in the gut. Everything tightened, almost painfully, before releasing in a wash of ecstasy.
It wasn't until I went limp that Archer stopped. I opened my eyes to find his face hovering over mine with a wide, satisfied smile.
Lazily, I hooked my leg over his back, urging his pelvis down with a heel on his ass.
He hesitated, resisting the pressure. “Are you sure?”
“Don't make me bite you,” I said.
“Please do,” he said, making me chuckle.
This time when I put pressure on him, he lowered his hips. I felt his dick nudge the entrance to my pussy. The moment the head pressed inside, I tensed up. I didn't mean to, but it still happened.
Archer stopped. “We don't have to do this.”
“I want to,” I said. “I'm not tightening up on purpose. I swear!”
“Shhh,” he cooed. “There's no rush. No pressure.”
He pressed his lips to mine. I opened to him, eager for another kiss. I lost myself in the feel of his tongue dancing with mine. Slowly, my body relaxed. Heat started building again, and I felt slick soaking the head of Archer's dick.
Experimentally, I pressed my hips up, driving him a little further inside me.
The kiss ended when we both took in a sharp breath.
“More,” I demanded.
He pushed in, slow and steady until he filled me. I'd hoped it wouldn't hurt; I hadn't thought it would feel this good!
“You're so wet,” he said, his voice full of wonder.
“It's for you,” I said. “Fuck me, my mate. Fuck me like mates should.”
“Anything for you,” he growled and pulled out until he was almost falling out of me, then he pressed back in. I wrapped my other leg around him, giving me the ability to tilt my pelvis a little. This time when he entered me again, his cock dragged against my clit.
Yes, that was it!
I dug my heels into him, urging him on. Sweat gathered on his skin, and his breathing was harsh.
“I'm… I'm… Abby!”
His rhythm stuttered, and I felt myself pushed over the edge. Another orgasm stole my breath at the same time I felt heat flood my pussy.
Our eyes met and something snapped into place. I felt his joy. I saw myself through his eyes. Everything was shared for a breathless moment, including our pleasure.
This was how it was supposed to be between mated selkies.
“My everything," he whispered.
“Our everything,” I corrected.
And it was.
After we'd come down from our orgasms, he laid next to me for a while. A cold breeze made me shiver, despite being pressed against his warmth. When he got up, I made a protesting sound.
“None of that,” he said. Tucking the blanket around me before picking me up and settling me on one of the bench seats.
“You stay here,” he said. “I'm going to get us back to the marina. Then I'll take you home.”
I grabbed hold of his hand. “Stay with me.” I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. “When we get to my place, don't leave.”
He looked at me with that familiar thinking frown on his face. “Stay for the night?”
“For forever,” I said, my eyes drifting closed. “Or at least until we decide to move.”
I felt him freeze for a moment, then heard a soft sob. “I’d love that.”
I slit open my eyes to see him looking down at me with absolute adoration. As much as I loved him, I couldn't help but give him a warning.
“No more chances. This is it.” My voice was soft but steely.
“I won’t ever need another chance,” he swore. “From now on, it’s all about you and me. Now and forever.”
I liked the sound of that.