His chest rumbled, and he moved me to the side just enough to shove my skirt up my thighs and sink three fingers inside me.

I gasped out a curse as he dragged his thumb over my clit, sending me straight into a climax. My body clenched around him, and he kept working me. Between his touch and his magic, I was utterly consumed.

My hold on my own power was long gone, so I gripped his length through the fabric that covered him as he kept working my clit.

“Keep touching me like that and I’ll have you pinned to this wall while you ride my cock in a fucking heartbeat,” he growled into my hair, pressing harder against my clit.

I dragged my hand over his length emphatically, telling him exactly what I wanted.

In the blink of an eye, my silk-covered tits were against the wall while Triton slammed into me, filling me completely. His slick fingers pressed against my clit, seeming to have no intention of stopping.

I gasped out another couple of curses, my back arched as my cheek pressed against the gritty sandstone wall.

Men in skirts.

Totally awesome.

Now I understood.

Triton let out a rough, sexy laugh as he gave me a minute to adjust to his size. “I fucking love being in your head.”

“It’s not mutual. I barely hear from you.”

“I block you from my thoughts.”

He pulled out and thrusted inside me, making everything spin as I edged on another orgasm.

“Asshole,” I breathed.

“You want to be in my head?”

“Obviously.”

“Doesn’t seem obvious.” He pulled out and filled me again, and I gasped another curse.

“Fuck, Triton.”

“That feel good?”

“Incredible.”

He dragged his fingers over my clit, and I cried out as I climaxed hard.

He drove into me again and again, and I heard his snarl as he lost control with me.

“Holy shit,” I panted, closing my eyes against the wall. “No one should be that good at this. How many women did you fuck before you became king?”

“We’re not talking about our pasts. And we’re not even close to being done, Sweetheart.” He worked my clit roughly, and my hips jerked and rocked.

“But you already…”

“I’m not human.” He drove into me again, slower than before.

My back arched and my toes curled. “How many times can you get off?”

“Twice without a mate. Three times with the bond.”

“Damn,” I moaned, as he filled me almost torturously slow.

He nipped my throat, then sucked lightly on the sensitive skin. “I’ve never had my mouth on a woman before you. You taste fucking delicious. I’ve been thinking about the way your clit felt on my tongue all day.”

“Is that why you—blocked me out of your head?” The pause was to catch my breath as I nearly writhed against him.

Whatever he was doing to me was unreal.