Page 16 of Entranced By the Nakken
“My fins–ohh,” Tsunis growled. They gripped him tighter, their nails suddenly sharp as claws. Those captivating blue quartz irises were luminescent, like Casey had seen below the water. “They re-release m-mating hormones.”
“Like, they make you horny?” A tiny bit of relief whooshed out of Casey’s next exhale. He grinned to ease the tension. “Trust me, baby, I’m fucking horny for you, too.”
Their eyes flickered under a filmy lens. A wildness had overtaken them.
“Mine,” they growled, then lunged for Casey’s throat and chomped down, hard, their continuous growl like the purr of a panther that vibrated through Casey.
“Oh, fuck!”
Casey wasn’t sure what happened next, whether Tsunis climbed on top of him or if he dragged them there. Together, they writhed, and fuck, Casey had never given dry-ish humping enough credit before because this, this could make him blow his shorts.
And maybe he had, because he was sure his shorts had dried a bit from the bratty dragon’s outburst, but they were soaked again. Whatever. Tsunis filled his arms perfectly, their waist fitting into his palms like his hands were molded to their angles.
Casey arched his neck, letting Tsunis feast on him. Careful not to touch their fin, he kissed every inch of their jaw he could reach, matching the rhythm of their hips with pumps of his own, chasing the delicious friction.
Tsunis unlatched. Casey hissed. They’d definitely broken skin.
“Oh, Glacia,” Tsunis exclaimed. They pulled away as though stricken, and Casey got the barest glimpse of two double-lined rows of sharp teeth stained red before they slammed a hand over their mouth. “Oh, Glacia, no, no, no.”
“What’s wrong?” Casey wanted to smooth their hair back, tell them it was okay, but allowed them to take the space they needed. “The bite? It’s okay, I don’t mind—”
“No!”
Casey flinched, and Tsunis’ face fell further. They slunk off his lap and curled around themself. Casey’s blood lined their lips, and goddamn, that really fucking shouldn’t be hot at all.
“You don’t understand.”
They sounded so small. Casey hated it.
“Help me understand then.” He reached out then clenched his fists at his sides. “I want to understand.”
Tsunis groaned and buried their head between their knees. “It’s a mate mark.”
Casey nodded along, eager to understand, but Tsunis didn’t elaborate. He touched the bite tenderly, hissing when it stung. There were many pinpricks where all those fucking teeth had been, and his hand came away bloody, but he gave a lopsided grin.
“I’m not pissed about a hickey.”
A frustrated noise sounded from behind the curtain of hair. “Then a hickey isn’t comparable.”
“If you’re so sure I don’t get it then let me explain something.” Casey fought to keep his tone light. “I want anything you’ll give me. I don’t care if it’s bite marks or kisses. I don’t care if your ways are different than what I’m used to. Fuck, I don’t even care if it means that when you find your way home, I’ll feel as….as…as hollow as I did last time you left.” He reached a tentative hand toward them and brushed a strand of hair over their shoulder, patiently waiting for their full attention.
When two pools of glittering diamonds peered back at him, he hammered the final nail. Fuck it. “I want you, Tsunis. As much of you as you’re comfortable with. For as long as I can have you.”
The air stilled. Tsunis eyed him critically, their piercing stare flaying him open as it bounced from his gaze to the mark on his neck. They sighed, and he knew he’d won. “I can’t believe I marked you.”
“I want your marks.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” They dropped back onto their palms, relaxing their legs forward, fins sprouting below the water.
“Doesn’t matter. Nothing will change how I feel.” He touched the bumpy surface of his neck, bloody fingers be damned. “I liked it. It was hot. It felt like we were connected.”
“You felt that?”
Casey snorted. The thought of it had him squirming to rearrange his pants again. “Oh, yeah, I fucking felt it.”
Tsunis’ cheeks deepened, the color traveling to the tips of their fins. Whatever they were trying to tell him clearly held significance, and it bothered them that they couldn’t find the words. Or maybe they were annoyed at Casey’s incompetence. They glared into the water with thinned lips.
“Hey.” Casey reached out with his left hand and hooked their pinkies together once more. “I’m yours.”
