Milo
There was no doubt in my mind, body, or soul that Rowan was my mate. He could take all the time he needed to come to terms with that fact, but it was undeniably true. Why else would mating with him last night have been the single greatest experience of my entire life?
He filled me more than I ever thought possible, taking up every single space in my body until I was so, so full. I was certain it wouldn’t take long for the goddess to acknowledge our bond, and grant us her blessing so I could go into heat and get started on having Rowan’s pups.
How many would he want? Selkies were social creatures, so at least three or four would be best. More if he’d be willing.
All selkies had white hair like mine, no matter the tone of their skin, but I wondered if our pups might have lovely fire-colored hair like him. I hoped so. That would be adorable.
I nearly squealed as I kicked my feet before I remembered Rowan was still sleeping beside me and had to calm myself down.
He looked grumpy, even in his sleep. It was so cute. I shuffled closer again.
He’d fallen asleep right away, leaving the light on. It meant I got to stare at him for ages before I fell asleep too, and that I could stare at him some more now as I waited for him to wake up.
I was getting impatient, though. I wanted him to wake up. I wanted us to do it again. And again. And again. For the whole day. Maybe with some short breaks so he could cook us food in between.
But he wasn’t leaving this bed until he mated with me at least once more first.
Unable to hold myself back anymore, I poked at his cheek. When he didn’t wake up, I did it again. Then squished his face in my fingers until his lips stuck out.
“Mmm,” he groaned as his eyelids fluttered.
“Oh good, you’re awake.”
One eye slowly opened, taking a moment to focus on me before the other one followed.
“Hope you’re feeling rested.” I rubbed the tip of my nose against his. “Because I’m ready to tire you out again.”
His brow sank lower as his brain struggled to catch up. Then a deep blush bloomed on his cheeks as he must have remembered our lovely time together last night.
“Milo…”
“Mmm, I love when you say my name with your voice all deep like that.”
He cleared his throat. “We… should talk about last night.”
“Happy to, after we do it again.”
“Milo…”
I grabbed his hand, pulling it down between my legs where my dick was already out. He groaned, biting his bottom lip as I guided his fingers through my slick.
“You’re a sex demon,” he mumbled.
“What’s a sex demon?”
“It’s what you are.”
“Is it a good thing?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“Decide after your dick is inside me.”
“That’s just what a sex demon would say.” Rowan groaned. “You make it very hard for me to think.”
“I make it hard for you in better ways too.” I chuckled. My hand left his to grasp his hard cock, still wonderfully exposed as it should always be.
“I’ve created a monster.” He groaned again, but he didn’t stop me from touching his dick as it pulsed in my hand.
“Rowan, pleeeease?”
He made some noises into the scratchy blanket his head was resting on, and for a moment I thought he might try to go back to sleep. Then I gasped as he pressed two fingers into my slit.
“Are you sore?” he asked as he turned to look at me.
I shook my head quickly.
“Good.” His fingers slipped out, and he turned over and got up off the bed.
I was about to yell at him when he kicked the pants still around one of his ankles away and turned back to me again, with a look in his eyes that told me I was about to get exactly what I wanted.
I squealed as his hand wrapped around my ankle and he yanked me toward him, dragging my body closer and rotating me so that my legs fell on either side of where he was standing.
A fresh wave of slick seeped out of me in anticipation. “Yessss.”
“You’re a menace,” he growled as he plunged two fingers back inside.
I moaned, but they weren’t nearly enough. I needed more. Needed his dick. Nothing else would ever be able to truly satisfy me again.
“And a brat.” He pressed in a third.
“You like it.”
“Do I?”
I nodded.
A smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Maybe.” He pulled his fingers out of me again and used them to smear my slick over his length. “But we’ll see who tires who out first, brat.”
I spread my legs wide, completely ready for him.
Rowan lined up, and then he was pushing inside where he belonged.
My body welcomed him, inch by inch—even though the size of him made me forget to breathe for a moment—until all thoughts in my head were eliminated and the only thing I could focus on was the extreme fullness inside me.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned. “You’re so hot inside, Milo. Feel like my dick’s gonna melt.”
“More,” I moaned.
Rowan’s hands smoothed over my thighs, my knees, until he grasped the back of my ankles and lifted them to rest on his shoulders as he leaned over me. His hands found my hips in a bruising hold that made me deliriously happy.
“I fucked you when I was tired, little hurricane. Now I’m going to show you how I fuck when I’m awake.”
Excitement rumbled through me like thunder as I grinned up at him and nodded, unsure how anything could ever be better than it was last night.
He proved me wrong with the force of his first thrust, strong enough that my eyes almost rolled back into my skull. “Rowan,” I moaned, and he did it again.
Every time his dick entered me, it was like he was trying to reform my insides to the shape of him. His hips slapped against me so hard it pushed me away from him, only for his large, rough hands to drag me back so he could do it again. My mate was so strong.
I never wanted this to end. He moved faster, harder, delivering pleasure so intense that I felt my eyes burn as it leaked out of me wherever it could. I was making noises, but I was hardly capable of words.
His jaw was clenched, his breathing escaping him in ragged grunts and huffs, and I fucking lived for it. More. More. More.
I needed the goddess to bless me already so I could feel him fuck into my womb and breed me properly. The thought was enough to send a fresh gush of slick over his cock. He groaned and fucked me harder.
“Kiss—ahh—me,” I demanded.
He didn’t let my legs drop, he just shoved me up far enough that he could kneel on the bed and fold my body in half as he leaned over me to claim my lips.
My hands clawed at his back as his lips crashed messily into mine over and over until I couldn’t breathe. My body seized and trembled as I climaxed.
It only took a couple more thrusts before he slammed in deep and followed me with a loud, feral groan. Heat exploded inside me and I whimpered at the sensation.
It took us a long moment to catch our breath again, and Rowan stayed inside me the whole time.
When he eventually eased out, slick and cum followed. I hummed in delight. That was the kind of mating that was sure to get me pregnant.