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“You’re amazing, Seero. Feels so good,” I say through a moan.
“You like this?”
“Ooh, I like it so much,” I murmur with my face against the sheets. I don’t remember the last time I let go and had so much fun during sex. The feeling of him inside me compounds his sexy swearing; all of it has me barreling towards the end in record time.
“I’m…almost…” he says through grunts. He slaps my hip, and it’s so primal and dirty, I love it.
“Yes, let it out, Seero,” I say as he slams into me.
With that, he fucks me even faster. After a minute, his breathing quickens, and he mutters words I can’t understand. Then, he’s out of me, and I can hear the rubber snap off.
The sound of him jerking off is unmistakable. I flip over just in time to see him shoot. His orgasm rains on me as his arm moves in a blur. He marks me, his burning seed on my groin and abs. There has never been a hotter moment in my life.
I can’t take the sight of this big, strong Coral Prince jerking off on me. It’s all too much. My cock burns, and I need to take hold of it. With a mixture of my precum and his semen, I stroke myself off with abandon. Clamping my eyes shut, I orgasm ten seconds later, groaning all the way.
When my soul is done leaving my body, I lie there for a minute, basking in the best sex of my life. When I open my eyes, Seero is casually cleaning us both off with a cloth. I giggle when he reaches my ticklish groin, but I try not to squirm too much. I’m lying boneless, and I want to tell him I’ll leave soon, but I have no strength to say anything. Instead, he ditches the washcloth and crawls into bed with me. Seero wraps his arms around me, and I barely register the fact that we’re spooning. This is the first time we’re cuddling after having sex, and it feels heavenly.
“Goodnight, Daryl Tishman,” he whispers through a yawn.
“Goodnight, my Coral Prince,” I reply quietly.
I thought all of this was just a way to relieve the stresses of impending political unrest. But with his arms draped around mine, I’m afraid I’ve crossed a line. I’m starting to catch real feelings for the one person I shouldn’t, the prince of a faraway kingdom.
His breathing slows down, and I listen to his heartbeat. My last thought before I drift into dreamland: if the ocean armies destroyed the world tomorrow, I would still die a happy man in Seero’s arms.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Daryl
I’m awoken in a bed that’s not mine to words that I don’t understand. I sit up and wipe my eyes, gradually remembering that I was sleeping with Seero. Our first night together felt so lovely, and I adored having him like a muscly blanket around me. But now he’s not in bed.
My vision comes back, and I spot my hookup buddy standing near the doorway. He’s talking frantically in Corali as he puts on his briefs. I might not understand his tongue, but panic is a universal language. I can’t make out the person he’s talking to, so I stand up.
“Seero?”
He turns to me, but before he opens his mouth, the figure shrouded in darkness opens the door. He manhandles Seero into the light of the hotel hallway. “Daryl, I…let me—ah!” He stutters while hopping up and down, putting on his kilt-skirt-thing. He hikes on his green knapsack, and I step forward.
“What?” I mutter, following them into the hallway. Luckily, I chose to put on my boxers in the middle of the night, so I’m not just sauntering around Renversé Hotel nude.
“Daryl, I can explain,” Seero says. The figure pushes him forward, making him stumble back, but he complies. The fear in his eyes is undeniable, and courage swells in me.
“Hey, don’t you touch him!” I shout and stride over to him, hoping to make a scene. I can tell by the blue light outside that it’s early, but I need as many witnesses as possible. I need bystanders to know that I’m protecting him. No one hurts Seero in my presence.
Before I can step forward, a blue blur surrounds me. A wall of ocean water cascades and engulfs my personal space. The spray touches my bare chest, and I instinctively step back. Being surrounded by a supernatural whirlpool inside a hotel hallway isn’t exactly an everyday occurrence.
After a few moments, the water disappears behind me, and I turn around. Two men, Asian and copper-toned like Seero, maneuver their hands to seemingly compel the water toward them. The waves turn into large spheres, and they place them into green knapsacks by their side. They stand in an identical stance with focused confidence; I know they are willing to blast me with water at any moment. No matter what country they’re from, authorities ready to take down an innocent man look the same.
“Young man, I ought to hold you in contempt for touching the Coral Prince.” I turn back around to the booming voice with a familiar accent. The cloaked man undoes his hood, revealing a rotund face with a gray beard.
“Who…who are you?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm.
“Papa, please!” Seero says, just as the man replies, “I am Ero, the Coral King.”
My throat goes dry, and my gaze darts from this large, regal man to a very frightened Seero.What.
“And you can call me Your Majesty.” He pulls back his robe to reveal a round stomach, and his lower body is wrapped in green-and-black cloth, similar to Seero’s.
I turn back to his personal police force, as if to look for someone to verify this. They, of course, don’t react. When I turn back around, King Ero—Seero’s freaking dad—walks closer to me. He gazes at me up and down with a mixture of contempt and clinical observation. Down to my boxers, I feel smaller and more exposed than ever. I want to move to cover myself, but Dad always told me to keep my hands still when police are facing your back. That rule for sure applies to kingdom cops armed with magical water powers.
