Chapter 202

Chapter 202
Maren groaned softly as he felt Blue's warm breath on his sensitive skin.

Nine months without his mate was pure torture, and now that he finally had his other half in his arms, he could barely contain himself.

"Blue..." he cupped Blue's face, his eyes flashing a subtle gold as he stared at Blue's flushed face.

"Maren..." Blue traced Maren's jaw, his thumb stroking the pulse under Maren's chin.

Maren shut his eyes for a second and opened them. They were darkened, hungry, and pleading.

"I..." he paused, sighing.

Blue might have forgiven him, but asking for more might make it look like he only wanted pleasure.

"What, Maren?" Blue asked softly.

Maren shook his head, "Nothing, can I hold you for the rest of the night?" He asked tenderly.

Blue frowned, "That's it, Maren? Nine months without touching me and you're asking to just hold me all night? Did you truly miss me?" He asked, his eyes slowly raking Maren's body deliciously.

Maren shuddered, "You have no idea how much I want to make love to you. From the moment I saw you walk out of your apartment, I wanted to drag you back in and remind you just how perfect it feels to be together. I want you, Blue." He confessed, swallowing hard.

Blue smiled sexily, "Make it good, Maren. Make me feel so good that I forget every single pain I've felt," he whispered.

Maren's breath hitched, the words igniting something feral and tender all at once. He leaned in, lips brushing Blue's ear. "Then let me worship you until the only thing you remember is my name."

He eased Blue onto his back, settling between his thighs with deliberate care, as though the bed itself were sacred. Their clothes vanished in slow, reverent tugs—Blue's shirt lifted over his head, Maren's pants kicked aside—until skin met skin, warm and trembling. Maren's palms mapped every inch of Blue's chest, thumbs circling peaked nipples until Blue arched with a broken moan that echoed off the glass walls.

"Shh," Maren whispered, pressing two fingers to Blue's parted lips. "There's a baby in the mansion, love. We'll wake the whole house."

Blue's eyes flashed wickedly. He nipped Maren's fingers, voice husky. "Then hush me while you put one in me."

The growl that tore from Maren's throat was primal. He surged forward, capturing Blue's mouth in a kiss that swallowed the next cry. Their tongues slid slowly and deeply, tasting salt and longing, while Maren's hand slipped between them to slick himself with lube from the nightstand. He coated his length in long, deliberate strokes, eyes never leaving Blue's.

When he pressed in, it was inch by agonizing inch—hot, velvet heat yielding around him until he was buried to the hilt. Blue's back bowed, a muffled keen vibrating against Maren's palm still covering his mouth.

"Fuck—Blue—" Maren's voice cracked. He drew back and thrust home again, slow and grinding, hips rolling in a rhythm that dragged over Blue's prostate with every stroke. The bed creaked beneath them, a soft counterpoint to the wet sounds of their joining.

Blue's free hand clawed at Maren's shoulder, nails scoring half-moon marks. His legs wrapped high around Maren's waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper. Each thrust punched a breathless groan from Blue's chest, muffled by Maren's hand but still loud enough to rattle the glass.

"Quiet, baby," Maren rasped, forehead pressed to Blue's, sweat beading between them. "Let them sleep. Let me love you in silence."

Blue's answer was to lick a hot stripe across Maren's palm, then bite down gently on the heel of his hand. The sting shot straight to Maren's cock, and he snapped his hips harder, the slap of skin sharp in the hush. Blue's eyes rolled back, lashes wet, a strangled moan vibrating against Maren's fingers.

Maren shifted, hooking Blue's knees over his elbows to fold him nearly in half. The new angle let him sink impossibly deeper, the head of his cock kissing Blue's prostate on every thrust. Blue's cock, trapped between their bellies, leaked steadily, painting slick trails over both their stomachs.

"Close—" Blue gasped against Maren's hand, the word barely audible. His walls fluttered, clamping down in rhythmic pulses that dragged Maren right to the edge with him.

"Come for me," Maren breathed, voice shredded. "Come while I fill you—make our own little mermaid."

The filthy-sweet promise shattered Blue. He came with a choked cry, muffled into Maren's palm, cock pulsing hot and thick between them. His body clenched like a fist, milking Maren in waves that ripped a guttural groan from the merman's throat.

Maren followed with a final, deep thrust, burying himself to the root as he spilled in long, shuddering pulses. The pleasure was so intense his vision whited out; he could only feel Blue—tight, wet, perfect—milking every drop as their bodies locked together in sweet, endless climax.

When the aftershocks finally ebbed, Maren eased Blue's legs down and collapsed beside him, still inside, arms wrapping tight around his trembling mate. He pressed soft kisses to Blue's temple, his damp hair, the corner of his mouth.

"Never leaving again," Maren whispered, voice raw. "You're my ocean, Blue. My everything."

Blue turned his face into Maren's neck, lips brushing the pulse there. "Good," he murmured, sleepy and sated. "Because I'm keeping you forever."

​"I love you, my Blue," Maren whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I will spend the rest of my life making up for this."

​Blue could only clutch him tighter, the last of his resistance melting away in the face of Maren's absolute sincerity and the beautiful, undeniable truth thrumming between them. He didn't need to speak to forgive him; the bond had done the talking.

​They lay tangled in the sheets, two parts of one whole, finally at rest. The long, terrifying night had passed, and they had survived.

Outside their door, the mansion slept on—oblivious to the quiet storm of reunion that had just rewritten two hearts into one.