Page 10 of The Rusalka and Mr. Right

Damn. I hope those answers are good because I’m tempted to overlook almost anything.

“I’m clean. I’m not able to have children. I’m sure that could be a deal breaker if I was looking for a husband—but I’m not.” Her lips smile, then turn down. Marina’s eyes are guilty. “Was that...something you were looking for?”

I laugh, startled by her directness, but damn, it’s refreshing. “Yeah, that’s what I want... but I don’t need it rightnow.” Right now, it’s entirely possible I would trade my diploma for an hourwith this girl. I don’t know what it is about her, but she’s like an instant, insatiable high.

Like some kind of magic.

“Okay. Then, let me tell you what I would like right now—?” Her eyes crinkle at the corners, a soft, curious smile on parted lips, waiting for me to fill in the blank.

“Kevin. Kev, please.”

“Kev, of the broad shoulders and the slender hips. Kev, who enchants the eye and delights the ear.” One finger traces down the midline of my chest and stops at my waistband.

I got nothing. I’ve never been called enchanting or delighting before, and I’m kind of into it. The way Marina moves with such confidence reminds me of some rich cougar who can have any boytoy she wants...but Marina must be just about my age, mid-twenties, maybe even thirty, but a perfect, gorgeous thirty.

I blink so I don’t come off as a creepy, staring stalker. As I’m about to ask her to come back to my place, she grips my hand and pulls me toward the edge of the pool.

“Have you seen the new sauna?” she whispers.

“No.”

“It’s the perfect place to go if you want to get steamy.”

IT MAKES SENSE, NOW. Why Country Pines turned up nothing for me, why I had to ache another day.

This man is a masterpiece, not just in classically beautiful male physique, but in the energy he radiates. I’ve rarely felt anything like it. Calm. A lighthouse in a storm, a focal point in swirling chaos.

I swallow hard. Only one other I’ve tasted resonated energy like that...and he’s long, long gone.

Jakob Minegold would probably taste like this, but more reserved.

Before I can dwell on the past, I escort Kevin through the little walkway shower where swimmers are supposed to rinse off their chlorinated bodies before hitting the sauna.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Kev asks as I push him onto the wooden seats in the dark, steamy box that glows a dusky red from soft lights bouncing off fragrant cedar.

I nod, tossing my hair back over one shoulder and sinking to my knees. “Close your eyes and relax. I won’t take long.”

“Huh? No.” Kev stops my hand as I reach his crotch, feeling the solid length beneath it. “I’m going to need more than fifteen minutes in here. My place is by the college. We can go there after? Or now?”

“After.” I can barely keep from squealing. He’s a two-course meal, maybe even three! But I urgently need what he has right now, and I don’t intend to let him delay my feast for another second.

His cock bounces free the second I pull down the wet waistband of his burgundy swim trunks, and my mouth sinks down on him. He tastes clean and wet, and I savor the fact that there are water drops clinging to the dark brown crown. Gorgeousandcovered in water?

He’s the perfect meal.

My teeth are pointed, like a predator’s, with longer canines and triangles that interlock when I clamp down. Humans never notice—they never notice a lot of things. Like how long my tongue is, and how it moves. Right now, it swirls around Kev’s cock as I inhale the delicious masculine scent of him, overlaid with tones of cedar and steam, drizzled in water and sweat. He’s like chocolate with a hint of pink, dark and delicious. My tongue pulses and pulls as it corkscrews around his length, covering him from tip to root, and I begin to bob my head.

In seconds, his hands clasp to the sides of my head, a soft, steady stream of awed curses and questions flowing from his parted lips. “Wh-at? How? How are you doing that?”

Hm. He’s a little smarter than most humans, but fortunately, pleasure erases a lot of observational skills.

I’m very good at delivering pleasure. Unlike most humans, I have very few limits. I “need the seed,” as Calder’s Janet once said. I don’t mind what I do to get it, as long as everyone’s happy.

Right now, I continue to suck on his cock, head and tongue double-teaming the swelling stiffness as the first salty drops of pre-cum slide across my palate, sending shivers of relief through my body. Just a little more...

The tip of my tongue extends, swiping across the reddish-brown sack between his thighs. I feel him stiffen, and I moan, half for effect, half in enjoyment. I’d love to draw this out, but I can’t wait any longer. I look up at him and see him observing me through squinted eyes as he breathes in shakily through his nose and out through his lips, frantic little puffs.

With a practiced tug, I let my breasts fall free and bring my hands up to cup them. I squeeze my nipples hard, tugging them in time with the pulses of my mouth, and soon I feel the answering throb in my pussy. My moan is loud and hungry this time.

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