TRITON: A Navy SEAL Romance (Heroes Ever After Book 2) Read online

  TRITON

  A Bad Boy SEAL Romance

  Alana Albertson

  TRITON

  Copyright © 2017 by Alana Albertson

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products, bands, and/or restaurants referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

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  Contents

  Author’s Note

  Triton: A Bad Boy SEAL Romance

  1. Erik

  2. Aria

  3. Erik

  4. Aria

  5. Erik

  6. Aria

  7. Erik

  8. Aria

  9. Erik

  10. Aria

  11. Erik

  12. Aria

  13. Erik

  14. Aria

  15. Erik

  16. Aria

  17. Erik

  18. Aria

  19. Erik

  20. Aria

  21. Erik

  22. Aria

  23. Erik

  24. Aria

  25. Erik

  26. Aria

  27. Erik

  28. Aria

  29. Aria

  30. Erik

  31. Aria

  32. Erik

  33. Aria

  34. Erik

  35. Aria

  36. Erik

  Epilogue

  Author’s Note

  Also by Alana Albertson

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  BEAST

  BEAST

  1. Grady

  2. Isa

  3. Grady

  4. Isa

  5. Grady

  6. Isa

  7. Grady

  8. Isa

  9. Grady

  10. Isa

  11. Grady

  12. Isa

  13. Grady

  14. Isa

  15. Grady

  16. Isa

  17. Grady

  18. Isa

  19. Grady

  20. Isa

  21. Grady

  22. Grady

  23. Isa

  24. Isa

  25. Grady

  26. Isa

  27. Grady

  28. Grady

  29. Isa

  30. Grady

  31. Grady

  32. Isa

  33. Grady

  34. Bella

  35. Grady

  36. Grady

  37. Bella

  38. Grady

  39. Grady

  40. Isa

  41. Grady

  42. Isa

  Epilogue

  Author’s Note

  Acknowledgments

  Invaluable

  Invaluable

  1. Kyle

  2. Sara

  3. Kyle

  4. Sara

  5. Kyle

  6. Sara

  7. Kyle

  8. Sara

  9. Kyle

  10. Sara

  11. Kyle

  12. Sara

  13. Kyle

  14. Sara

  15. Kyle

  16. Sara

  17. Kyle

  18. Sara

  19. Kyle

  20. Sara

  21. Kyle

  22. Sara

  23. Kyle

  24. Sara

  25. Kyle

  26. Sara

  Epilogue

  Author’s Note

  Infallible

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Author’s Note

  TRITON is the second book of my Heroes Ever After series but it can be read alone. BEAST, the first book in this series, is included in this edition of TRITON. As a second bonus, Kyle’s story Invaluable is also included in this edition.

  TRITON is a full-length stand alone novel.

  Thank you for reading my books

  Triton: A Bad Boy SEAL Romance

  Aria—I teach mermaid fitness at a ritzy hotel next to the Naval Amphibious Base. I know better than to let one of those famous frogmen chase my tail. But in a moment of weakness, I submit to Erik, a tattooed badass Navy SEAL. After one night of incredible passion, I can’t stop thinking about his cocky ways and his dirty mouth.

  But I am about to train to be the first female Navy SEAL.

  When I show up on the first day of training, I’m horrified to realize that Erik is my BUD/S instructor. He’s the only person who stands in the way of me achieving my dream.

  I’m not a quitter. He can taunt me, tease me, and run me ragged, but I’ll never ring that bell.

  Erik—Aria is the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. She won the gold medal for synchronized swimming, and she looks like a little mermaid the way she moves underwater. Once I find out that the sexy redhead is teaching aquatic classes next to my base, I vow to do anything to make her mine.

  After a mind-blowing month together, she tells me she needs to go away to train. I assume it’s for another synchro competition.

  I’m dead wrong.

  She shows up in BUD/S as a member of the first class to let in women. And I’m her instructor.

  There’s no way in hell I will lower the standards of my Team to please the brass and make a political statement.

  It doesn’t matter how much I want her because she’s forbidden to me now. She will obey my every command.

  She can try to pass hell week, but she will fail.

  I’m a Navy SEAL, a Triton, a god of the sea.

  And she will never be part of my world.

  1

  Erik

  In the water, out of the water. Pain for you, fun for me.

  I placed my hand over the raised motto printed on the back of my long-sleeved, dark blue instructor shirt from my locker in the BUD/S compound. Warmth filled my chest as I pulled the shirt over it.

  Today was going to be epic.

  It was my first day as a BUD/S instructor—responsible for training the next generation of Frogmen. Only eight years ago, I’d been a mere tadpole myself. My instructors were such badasses, and now it was my turn to inflict the hurt. After surviving many deployments with SEAL Team Seven, I had been graced with this coveted non-deployable three-year land duty. Three years stateside in beautiful Coronado, California—home to the sexiest women in the world. Yup, there were plenty of fish in the sea.

  Maybe I would finally get over Aria.

  My buddy Devin walked into the room. With his pretty boy swagger, long blonde hair, steel-grey eyes, and movie star smile, there was no doubt that he used to be a world-famous rock star, even though he kept his true identity a fiercely guarded secret. The guys had nicknamed him, “Skin,”
because, like Rumpelstiltskin, he never would admit to anyone outside of the Teams that he had once graced the cover of Rolling Stone shirtless and clad in skin tight leather pants. He had abandoned his former life as Dax, lead guitarist of Gold Whiskey, the millennium’s hottest heavy metal band, to become an operator.

  I couldn’t fathom ever earning that much money and then giving it up. And as much as I loved my job, I struggled to accept the fact that even though I risked my life daily to protect America, on my salary, I would never be able to save enough money to buy a home where I was stationed. Any extra income I made, I sent to my mom. She was proud and humble and would always refuse to accept it, only to eventually give in reluctantly. Ever since my dad had died, she had done her best to provide for my sister but struggled to make ends meet. I was determined to help them any way I could.

  Devin’s hand brushed his long blonde bangs off his face. “Hey, dude. Have you seen the Frog Princess?”

  Fuck. Just my fucking luck. My first time as an instructor and I had to be responsible for the downfall of the Teams. Today was the day that Naval Special Warfare would lose all its standards. Despite the Team guys’ collective protests and pleas, our arguments had failed to convince the high brass of the Navy, who quite frankly didn’t know shit, that having a female on the Teams was the worst idea imaginable. Fuck political correctness—I was training warriors.

  I exhaled. “Nah, man. I just hope she looks like Demi Moore. Maybe we should assemble a special Team, just of women. Wait until their times of the month sync up, then deploy them. They will lay waste to the enemy.”

  Devin burst into laughter. “Damn straight. They could take out ISIS.”

  Ha! “Fuck yeah.” I fastened my boots, pushed back my sunglasses, and walked around the corner, preparing to meet my class. I gazed out at the midnight blue ocean, barely visible at zero dark thirty. The waves rippled in the distance, and the scent of salt water and sweat lingered in the air. These recruits didn’t have a clue what they were about to endure.

  Let the games begin.

  As I approached the class, my eyes were immediately drawn to the lone female in the group, as if her presence was a magnet to my cock. The tight, brown shirt clung to her breasts, and the green cammies hung low on her slender hips. Like a flame, one wisp of her red hair peeked out of her cap. She must’ve felt my gaze because she raised her eyes to meet mine.

  Holy fuck!

  My heart pounded in my chest, and my body shook with fury.

  No, she didn’t look like Demi Moore. She was hotter, way fucking hotter. She wasn’t anything like the type of woman I had thought would’ve signed up for this torture. She wasn’t hardened, mean, nor did she have a chip on her shoulder.

  I knew this because I knew her.

  I’d loved her.

  And she’d left me.

  Aria stood in front of me—my little mermaid who had swum off in the middle of the night, leaving me heartbroken. She’d told me she had gone to “train.” My dumb ass thought she’d meant for another shot at the Olympics. But she’d taken on the ultimate challenge.

  She was here to be the first female Navy SEAL.

  And I was her instructor.

  I narrowed my gaze on her, purposefully intimidating her. Her chin dropped, and her eyes blinked rapidly.

  My annoyance flared. What the fuck was she doing here? When had she been commissioned by the Navy? Was this why she had left me?

  A tremble took over her body.

  It could’ve been from the chill of the early morning.

  Or it could’ve been from the horror of realizing she had come face to face with the man she had betrayed.

  A man who was now in control of every second of her life. A man who now would stand in the way of her achieving her dreams.

  She had lied to me about her future plans. Used me to gain access to the SEAL “O” course. Pumped me for information about BUD/S training. But even worse, she had grown close to my family. All the while knowing that she had planned to betray me.

  Now I would make her pay.

  I grabbed the microphone, forcing myself to calm my voice, and looked directly at her. “Welcome to BUD/S Class 334. I’m Instructor Anderson. Many have tried, few have succeeded. Drop to the ground and give me a hundred pushups.”

  Before I could blink her firm, tight body was parallel to the floor as she knocked out her exercise with perfect form.

  I yelled into the microphone, screaming at all of my candidates. But my mind was on only one of them.

  Aria.

  Her sweet loving boyfriend no longer existed. It was time to introduce her to the badass Navy SEAL she had pissed off.

  The warrior. The savage. The killer.

  I stood behind her, my eyes focused on her firm ass.

  “Eight. Nine. Ten. You think you can do this, Clements? That you are as strong as these men? You aren’t. I’ll tell you what you are. You’re sad. You’re weak. You’re pathetic. This is Navy SEAL training, not water ballet. You screw up, and I’ll catch you every time. I’ll make you pay, princess. I’ll make you pay.”

  “Yes, Instructor Anderson.”

  I got in her face. “Don’t you speak. I didn’t give you permission to speak. Keep that mouth of yours shut unless I tell you to open it.” To suck my cock.

  Dammit. My mind flashed to her on her knees taking me deep. Well, one of the SEAL mottos was, “Welcome the SUCK with a big hug and a smile on your face.”

  Fuck. I had to stop thinking about her like that.

  It didn’t matter how much I had once wanted her because she was forbidden to me now. I was her instructor, and she was my student.

  From now on, she would obey my every command.

  From now on, I was her master.

  I stepped away, and she took a quick rest on her forearms. I turned right back toward her. “When I walk away, I’ll still be watching you. I have eyes on the back of my head. If I tell you to do something, you do it right. If I tell you to do pushups, you do them right. Got it, cupcake?”

  She grunted, and I walked away from her, trying to focus on any of the other men, any of the candidates but her.

  How had I been so wrong about her? No wonder she had become so angry when I had told her I didn’t think women should be SEALs. It had once even crossed my mind that there was a possibility that she wanted to be a SEAL. But I had dismissed that thought.

  I’d be the laughing stock of my Team now. Devin and Kyle both knew that I had dated her. I had to steer clear of her on our off times. Any contact with her could be misconstrued as fraternization. She had wasted enough of my life—I refused to allow her to ruin my career.

  Devin yelled for them to lay on their backs and start leg lovers. I grabbed my hose and blasted a stream of water into her mouth, as her legs scissored up and down. As I counted at her, I imagined that stream of water being my cum shot into her greedy little mouth.

  I dropped the hose, unable to look at the wet T-shirt clinging to her chest, her nipples poking through the damp fabric.

  But on a glance back, I noticed something else. Her legs were straight, and her abs were engaged. My eyes surveyed the men on the ground. Many of them were flailing around like a fish out of water, with no form at all.

  Fuck my life. She was one of the best ones in the class.

  But it didn’t matter. I would make her ring that bell. Her betrayal of me alone should be enough to get her kicked out.

  Aria and the men completed their evolution, and I yelled at them again. “This entire evolution has been pathetic. Nothing any one of you has done has been even remotely acceptable. Maybe that’s because there’s a woman in your class that you have all decided to lower your standards to her level.”

  Her eyes tore into me, and her mouth quivered. I had to look away. I couldn’t deal with her emotions.

  Or mine.

  But I also couldn’t have anyone think that I was being extra hard on her because I’d fucked her. It wasn’t just her future on the line�
�it was mine too.

  I threw her a bone.

  “But, you are all wrong. We will never lower our standards. Not for the Frog Princess or for any of you fools. And I’ll tell you what. The Frog Princess showed you all up tonight. If you can’t do as many leg lovers as a girl, none of the rest of you have the right to be here. ‘Lady’ and Gentlemen, it’s going to be a long, cold, wet night.”