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parting for her. The solid seal easing beneath her maddening touch. It was evidence of his connection to her, his need for her. As if his body identified his mate and was intent on claiming her within the waters of his homeland. He wanted to burst free of the mating pocket and slide into her, fill her with him and then his seed.
    She would be his.
    But he’d made a vow. “Rina.”
    “Hmm…” She purred and his convictions were eaten away by her attentions.
    Her strokes became more insistent, sliding along the length of his slit, encouraging it to widen further, and then the pads of her fingers slipped beneath the small flap. She petted him, teasing him there, and he trembled with his need. He would spill before she ever stroked his cock, he was sure of it.
    “ Rina .”
    “Give me what I want,” she murmured, and he found himself unable to deny her.
    Tave’s slit widened further, the sea enveloping his shaft as his cock was exposed to the saltwater and he nearly spilled himself when her small hand wrapped around his thickness. It was a very near thing when she moaned. His sound echoed hers, pleasure overtaking him with that first true stroke. She caressed him, sliding to the base and then skating her palm over his length until she reached the tip. He knew he was large, thicker than human males without question. He wondered if she’d have a hard time accommodating him.
    Because she would. She was his mate, his one, and he couldn’t wait to claim her as such. When she purred as she caressed him, he didn’t sense any fear or trepidation.
    Good.
    That allowed him to focus on her attentions, on the feel of her stroking his scaled flesh. Her touches were firm and delicious, traveling from root to tip and back again. He groaned and moaned with each caress until he was no longer truly speaking but merely vocalizing his true pleasure. She whispered encouragement, telling him to come for her, to bathe her hand, to…
    Rina squeezed the tip, thumb skating over his slit and teasing that part of him. He bucked, jerking forward in an effort to steal more pleasure.
    “Shout for me, Tave,” she whispered against his ear, her hand still tormenting him with deadly precision.
    He would and soon if she persisted. Then he wondered why he withheld himself from her. There were no games between mates, no reason to prove who was the strongest in their relationship. They were equals. Lovers. Mates.
    His release gathered along his spine, pleasure branching out and stretching, gliding stroking his nerves. It slithered down, carefully encircling his groin and stroking his cock in time with her touch. His shaft pulsed and throbbed with need for her, with a desperate desire to slide into her depths. She would be wet and hot, her body prepared for his possession and he wouldn’t stop until he claimed every inch of her.
    “Tave,” she whispered his name a bare moment before her mouth descended on his.
    He had to remain passive for her. This time.
    He would never make a stupid vow like this ever again.
    When she pressed her lips to him, he opened for her, allowing her to slide her tongue into his mouth. It was tentative, sweet, and not enough. He couldn’t remain passive with the kiss. Instead, he dominated her. He snatched control of their meeting and slipped his tongue through her parted lips. He twined their tongues, stroking and tasting as her wicked hand continued to caress him. He mimicked what he’d like to do to her body, the way he’d thrust in and out of her, take her. But never hurt her. Never.
    His hips worked in time with his tongue, loving her without fully possessing her as he desired.
    Her nails scraped him, gently, but hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure through him. Enough to send him over the edge and soaring into oblivion. He came with a shout, tearing his mouth from hers, her name on his lips, and that yell slowly transformed into a guttural call that every Ujal would recognize.
    A male reveling in his mate.
    Pulse