Page 45 of The Tides of March

That earned a hard humph from Tony. “I’d like to see you try.” He stripped his sweatshirt over his head and Ronan groaned as he reached for him.

“I’ll never be done with ye, Tony.” He whispered his gratitude as he traced Tony’s shoulder and then his pec. Ronan spread his hand over Tony’s heart, cherishing the strong, steady beat. “Oracles can live long, long lives, if they don’ go mad, and if yer livin’ with a fae ye may live even longer. Look at that imp that MacIlwraith keeps.”

“Merlin?” Tony frowned. “How old is he?” he wondered out loud. Before being attacked, Tony had never asked and assumed Merlin was in his early to mid-seventies. He hadn’t thought to ask after, when he learned the truth about Nox.

“Dunno about that either but I’m a bairn, compared to Merlin Oglethorpe.”

“Wow! I had no idea. But he isn’t a demigod like Nox.”

“No… Just a magickal old pervert who’s been in the service of a demigod. He’d fade and die if he didn’ have the MacIlwraiths.”

“So we could have decades together?” Tony said excitedly.

“We could,” Ronan confirmed and wrinkled his nose. “If ye don’ decide ye’ve had enough of me and this ol’ place.”

Tony rolled his eyes as he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down, along with his boxers. Bless him, he was already hard as he kicked them off and straddled Ronan. “I don’t think that’s possible. I learn something new about myself every day I’m here and the more I learn, the more I realize I was made for you.” He quickly dealt with Ronan’s fly and his cock was freed. “Where’s the Vaseline?” he asked, looking around.

“Still under yer pillow,” Ronan rasped, too moved and aroused to manage much more.

How could someone so beautiful be made forhim? Why would a great, ugly oaf like Ronan O’Sullivan deserve that kind of magick? And what would possess Tony to settle for life on a cold, lonely island with a miserable merrow?

It didn’t make a bit of sense but he had never felt more grateful as Tony dove for his pillow and coated Ronan’s cock with Vaseline. Then, he brought tears to Ronan’s eyes as Tony slowly rode him. Tony stroked his cock as he took nearly every inch of Ronan’s length, whimpering and moaning in ecstasy.

“Oh, lad…” Ronan sat up and gathered Tony in his arms, already feeling stronger as the pain in his side receded. He kissed Tony, mumbling words of love and encouragement as his hands gripped and pulled. “Don’ stop!” he begged and urged Tony on. “Come for me and let me taste ye again.”

Tony nodded frantically. “Yes! I’m so close!” he panted as he leaned back, planting a hand on Ronan’s thigh. “You have noidea how much I’ve missed you, how much I’ve needed this!” Tony’s head snapped back and he was glorious, his skin shining with sweat and his chest heaving as cum spilled from his fist, all over Ronan’s stomach.

“I do!” Ronan nodded and growled in delight as Tony scooped up the cum with his fingers and shoved them in his own mouth. He swung forward and kissed Ronan hard and rough, setting his merrow’s soul aflame. “My love!” he cried as he rolled them and filled Tony with deep, driving thrusts.

“That’s it! Breed me, Ronan.” Tony flung his arm around Ronan’s neck and they were home. Their hearts synced and their souls touched as pleasure spilled through Ronan, a bright tide of joy that had him sobbing Tony’s name. He came deep, deep, deep in Tony’s ass, then obediently slid out and down his body. “Oh!” Tony laughed and purred as he parted his thighs for Ronan. His fingers twisted in Ronan’s hair and it was bliss, licking his cum from his beloved Tony.

“Yer just as sweet as I remembered,” he whispered and rested his head on Tony’s thigh.

“Hmmm…” Tony chuckled drowsily. He stifled a yawn, his arm growing heavier as it rested on Ronan. “When you’re ready, we should have Merlin do our ceremony. He might be an old pervert, but Bryn and Everly’s was one of the most sacred events I’ve ever witnessed.”

“Ceremony?” Ronan’s brows furrowed. “What kind of ceremony?” he asked and received another drowsy laugh.

“A wedding ceremony, silly. Although that sounds a little pedestrian and Christian, it would mean the world to my mom.”

“Ye wanna get married? To me?” For a merrow, it was an absurd notion, but Ronan understood that to a human like Tony, it was just as binding as any magickal enchantment.

“Just a little ceremony, here on the island. We don’t have to invite anyone but my mom and the people who helped ustonight. It’ll be tricky getting Nelson on a boat, but he’ll do it for our wedding,” he babbled.

“I might not mind that,” Ronan said and was content to let Tony ramble until he ran out of steam. He was being coy because Ronan wanted to get on his boat and drag the whole mangy lot back to the island and marry Tony that night.

Instead, he held Tony until he nodded off, then eased out of bed to open the door for the dogs. He ordered them to quickly do their business and come right back in, Ronan didn’t want them finding the kraken’s carcass and bringing pieces back to the cottage.

“I’ll pull it out to sea in the mornin’ before it starts to stink,” he murmured under his breath as he settled into his chair and lit his pipe. There was a happy sigh from the bed as Tony shifted, kicking away the quilt and exposing more of his beautiful backside. “No, I don’ think I’ll ever get tired of seein’ that,” he said and saluted it with his pipe before taking a few puffs. “Ye hear that, Myrtle girl? I’m marryin’ Tony. Not bad for a salty ol’ merrow. Not bad at all…”

Nineteen

It was a week before Tony’s mom arrived on Pooles Island. On Captain Winston’s boat, to his surprise.

“When did you two meet?” he asked his mom as he helped her down the ramp, holding a wiggly puppy.

“Sheila came by the house looking for you after the wedding,” his mother reminded Tony.

“That’s right! I remember you!” Tony said as he allowed the puppy to sniff and lick his hand. He saw Winston coming down the ramp with a large tote bin and ran to help. “Mom said a friend was helping deliver my stuff but I had no idea it was you. Thanks!”

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