Page 70 of Blood of the Sirens
My mouth snapped shut as I realized my jaw had dropped. He crouched awkwardly on the deck, his new dangling bits swinging in the breeze as if saying hi.
I swallowed.
That’s not going to suddenly change my mind,I thought. And yet I couldn’t look away. Like Merrick, his dick had a ridge at the tip and was dotted with black scales here and there. It looked larger than what should be allowable, with raised nubs along his shaft.
And he was staring at me like I was the most beautiful, captivating thing he’d ever seen.
Oh, man.
I would not let the zombie mer sex me up just because my life was in utter ruin and I needed a good fuck. I had to think of Merrick.
Merrick is under the sea witch’s control now. You lost your chance.
Caspian crawled one step toward me, then stopped. He waited.
I didn’t move.
He took another step. Only inches separated us.
Again, he put one hand around his throat, then put it on mine. My eyes closed as his cool skin wrapped around my neck, the tension releasing from my body. I wanted so badly to let him have control: to let anyone have control. I was done being in charge. I wasn’t doing such a good job of running my life. Maybe it was time I let someone else give it a go.
And I wanted to be touched and appreciated. God knows, no human guy was currently waiting in the wings to do so.
Caspian kept pressure on my throat, pushing me back down gently on my back. I let him, and he covered me with his new human-ish body. I was thankful for the darkness that swathed us as his length poked between us. Instinctively, my thighs parted.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and forced his head down to mine, our lips colliding. He tensed in surprise, and I was taken aback when he coughed into my mouth. I sputtered and pulled away, laughing silently.
Hardly romantic, but I understood what he was trying to do.
I don’t need air, buddy. This is something different.
I shook my head and took his face in my hands. Merrick had taken to kissing like a fish in water (nopun intended), so my hopes for Caspian were high. I just had to show him what to do.
He didn’t blink as I lowered my lips to his again, this time slowly moving against him to show him what to do. His mouth parted in surprise and I slipped my tongue inside, moving it against his and pressing myself into him.
A low growl was his response, his hand around my throat tightening with a deliciousness I didn’t know I wanted or needed.
Enthusiastically, he took over, pushing and thrusting with his tongue in a way that made my toes curl. His hand on neck grew tighter and tighter until it was hard to breathe. I tried to pull away from the kiss, but he was insistent, tasting and biting and nipping like he was a world champion.
But I was quickly losing the ability to breathe, after all. I took my hand and gave a small slap to his face. He stopped immediately, his hand loosening. As I coughed and wheezed, his hooded eyes quickly shifted into horror as he realized what he’d done. His own hands flew to his neck, desperately feeling for his gills and realizing they were gone.
He blinked at me a bit sheepishly. I wanted to tell him it was fine, but of course I couldn’t. He scooted on his bottom toward me, arms outstretched. Cautiously, I climbed into his lap, my back against his chest. It was nice how he made me feel normal sized. It almost made me forget about the mer dick poking into one of my butt cheeks.
Caspian let out a puff of air on my neck, his arms coming around to squeeze me in a hug. It was … nice. I relaxed into him just as his fangs bit down and scraped along my shoulder.
Oh … that was even nicer.
I wanted to groan or moan or give some kind of verbal encouragement, but of course, neither of us could do that. I waited with bated breath as one arm snaked around my waist tohold me, and the other went under my shirt and skimmed my chest, teasing small circles in between my breasts before palming one in his hand. His tongue reached out and licked a long trail down my collarbone and back up to my neck.
Shit, he could have me.
The arm around my waist moved to fondle my free breast, and then he was playing with my nipples, fingers pinching and rolling like an expert.
He ripped my shirt in half and threw it into the water.
My jaw dropped in shock, but he was already onto my pants, holding me in place by my throat with one hand while the other pushed them down my ass and ripped them from my legs.
Into the inter-coastal waterway they went.
