Page 16 of Pregnant With Their Babes

Even if Llyr didn’t hold the Crown of Aegeaus, his husband would have opportunities to gain titles, limited power, and wealth. That prospect was apparently enticing enough to tempt the younger sons of great houses. Some had shown their lusts in any number of ways when they’d gotten him alone and away from his keeper.

But always, he knew what they truly sought.

Power.

That wasn’t the case with Oz and Dagr. These two males had simplywanted. Without knowing he was a prince under the sea. There was something especially empowering in his anonymity.

He crept closer to the cabin’s door and heard the murmur of their deep voices outside. Llyr took a few more steps, curious. A shiver raced down his spine as the sound deepened. Both Oz and Dagr had deep, powerful voices that had sent tendrils of lust through him from the moment he’d opened his eyes. Pressing his ear to the door, he wondered if they discussed him.

So we both agree to keep hands off Llyr?

Whipping his head back, Llyr wrinkled his nose. He didn’t like the idea. Not at all. He’d come to the surface to experience the human world. What was the most intimate of experiences he could have on two legs? Hewouldbed them. Virgin or not, he could manage a seduction.

Couldn’t he?

Of course he could.

Though, I’d be ruined.

A slow, sultry smile came to his lips.I’d be ruined.

As an omega prince, he was expected to come to the marriage bed unclaimed. Bedding Dagr or Oz could destroy his father’s plans. If they learned the truth, Alphonse’s parents could never wish him married off to their brat, could they? Llyr’s smile grew as he realized these men wereexactlywhat he needed. The Enchantress had been right. Seven days was all he truly required.

Ifhe could get them to touch him.

Again, he pressed himself closer to the door and listened in on their conversation.

If he’s unbalanced or experienced a blow to the head—I guess we should find someone to check him over. Too bad our physician got off at the last port. I’m sure there’s one at the next port. We can see what the doctor thinks of Llyr’s crazy story.

Llyr’s head popped up.Unbalanced? How dare they!

Their doubts could prove problematic in his planned seduction—not that he had a plan, per se. He stormed across the cabin—nearly falling midway. Glancing down at his legs, he realized he’d yet to take more than a fleeting moment to investigate his new appendages. Llyr turned this way and that in the illumination coming from the lanterns and spied the pale skin below. Wriggling his toes, he chuckled at the sensation of them.

When he’d first noticed his cock and balls were no longer inside their hidden pouch within his tail, the sighthad been a bit of a shock. They merely hung there, soft and in full sight of the gods and all—or jutting forward, hardened and seeking attention.

No wonder humans wear clothes!

Already he missed the iridescent blues and greens of his tail and fins, but they would soon return. Seven days… only seven days. And one of those was already coming to an end.

Laughter burst from him. He’d actuallymadeit.

Reaching for the pendant still hanging about his neck, he clasped it and hoped it would truly keep the monsters at bay and give him time to do what needed to be done.

He’d use this new body of his to lure the humans into becoming his salvation…

One way or another, he was going to be ruined.

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While the port town’s physician checked Llyr over, Oz paced along the rented room he and Dagr had taken at the inn. Below stairs, he could hear the revelry of his men filling the tavern with song and their bellies with drink and good food. Before all this, he’d planned to join them, with Dagr at his side. A celebration to end all celebrations. Instead, Oz had a potentially insane drowning victim who thought he was a merman to care for.

One that had his cock aching and his nerves raw. He eyed Dagr and saw the man appeared equally worn thin. Even after the quick relief they’d given each other earlier in the evening, they still seemed to ride the edge of insanity together.

Mine.

The word still whispered and gnawed inside his stomach.Mine.

This man was not his. If any was, it was Dagr.

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