"Last chance, love. Tell me to stop," he pleads.
I gasp as his attention turns toward my hip. "Not if my life depended on it."
As if that's the cue he's been waiting for, the rest of our clothes are off in a flash. Not a literal flash, of course, because that would've been too cool. But, our pants fall in a stack to the floor.
Bracing myself with elbows on the bed, I don't hide my gaping at the glorious male on his knees between my own. His eyelids are shuttered, allowing me a moment to inspect every inch of that tanned, naked skin. Almost invisible white scars make a trail down his side, and I reach out to run my finger across one.
"What are these?" I ask, letting my fingers drift down the path to his hip.
He grunts softly, but his only reply is, "War is ugly."
Wanting to see that smile wipe away the darkness trying to take over, I tell him, "Well, you're not ugly."
I'm rewarded with much more than I bargained for. His bark of laughter is a beautiful sound that echoes around the room, but it gets supremely outshined by his large cock, already rock hard, jumping at the movement. Temptation wraps me up in her arms and sweeps me away as I wrap my hand around him.
His sputter cough at my touch makes my grin even wider. My fingers don't wrap around the width, and the mere thought of it being inside of me sends another shot of heat to my core.
"Zanthus," I plead breathlessly.
Immediately, I'm empty-handed as his head drops between my legs. He tosses them quickly over his shoulder, spreading them further as he leans in to get his first taste.
Holy hot merman tongue.
My eyes roll back in my head and one hand sinks into his blond hair as my other keeps me propped up. It would be easy enough to lie back and enjoy the feel of him, but call me a little voyeuristic because I want to watch. I love the animalistic expression he wears as his tongue dips inside. The desire to ride his face hits me hard, but I'd rather be riding something else.
Giving a sharp tug on his hair, I'm able to direct his face up to mine. A hand wraps around the back of my neck, angling my mouth just enough for him to plunder straight inside. Between the taste of us both on him, it's enough to drive me wild. I don't give him a chance to overthink it before grabbing his cock and guiding it to my entrance.
I'm so far caught up in the moment that I don't think about how long it's been since I've been with a man. Nor do I take into consideration how overly large he is. We both realize this at the same time when he starts to push inside.
Words drop from his lips, but they're in a foreign language.
"Tell me if I hurt you, and well stop, love," he tells me as his forehead drops to my shoulder.
I growl like a fucking animal and arch my hips off the bed, forcing him a few more inches in. What sounds like swear words in that language are hot against my chest as he pushes the rest of the way into me. We're both breathing hard. He must be fighting tooth and nail to keep from taking me like a hundred-year abstinent man would be. Me? I just need him to start moving.
He must sense my need, because his hips pull back slowly before he's pushing again. Every inch of him feels like he's awakening a thousand nerve endings. The pace is languid like he's enjoying nothing more than just the feel of being inside of me.
Just as I part my lips to beg him for more, the sound gets lodged in my throat and morphs into a squeak because he sits up while taking me with him.
Now on his ass, he helps me straddle his thighs, looking mighty pleased with himself.
This new angle does even more wicked yet welcome things to me, especially as he grabs both my hips and helps drive me down onto him. Letting my head fall forward, I use the angle to my advantage and nip the side of his neck before smoothing it over with my tongue. In reaction, he picks up the pace, having me gasping for air against him.
In a million years, I never would have thought I, Rubi Murphy, would be where I am and having sex with a merman on top of that. Curious wheels turn in my mind, and before I can stop it, I'm asking, "Can you have sex as a fish, too?"
Another boisterous laugh echoes around us and our pace slows long enough for Zanthus to comment, "Woman, is that where your head is right now? We could go find out."
I firmly shake my head, making him chuckle again.
One of his hands rubs a light soothing path up and down my back, making me squirm in his lap.
By the time my hips are within his grasp again, he's adding, "Yes. We can have sex when we've got fins. Though, it's purely mating. It doesn't feel anywhere near as good as this."
At the arch of his hips, he slams me down and a moan of his name falls from my lips. He doesn't leave any room for conversation after that. I ride the waves of pleasure my sexy, brutish merman has set me on. My breasts bounce in his face with every thrust, and it isn't long before Zanthus jumps at the opportunity. His lips close around one nipple and when teeth graze the sensitive bud, my release hits me like a ton of bricks.
It's possible I scream his name loud enough to shatter windows, but I can't be sure of that. For Zanthus follows me into that pleasurable bliss, and the moment he starts filling me, a bright blue light flashes around us, almost blinding me in its intensity. Then a zap hits me so hard, my body goes limp in his arms, and there's nothing I can do about it.
"Rubi?" he asks with a worried demand in his tone as he gives me a soft shake.
I can hear him and feel his hands on me, but it's like I'm paralyzed, unable to even lift my pinky finger. It only lasts a few seconds, but it's long enough that I start to panic. Before it really sets in, everything snaps back into place, and my chest starts burning like we've set it on fire.
"Owww!" I scream, reaching to put the fire out. "It burns! It burns!"
Zanthus's hand comes between us right before there's a sharp tug at my neck and his necklace goes flying across the floor. It's no sooner come to a stop when it bursts into a bright blue cloud of debris. He drops us to the bed, covering me with his large form.
When he's confident the show is over, he raises up to stare at me, wondrously dumbfounded.
"What was that?" I ask, trying not to flinch as the skin pulls tight at the burn mark across my chest.
Dipping down, he pecks me on the lips as he answers, "I believe that was you breaking part of the curse."
I'm so giddy with temporary relief that I ignore the pain and wrap my arms around his shoulders, yanking him down for a real kiss. Our bodies shift, and I can tell he's ready to go again. Well, so am I. Except moving again has me hissing in pain. I reach up to touch the spot, but Zanthus tugs my hand away.
"Don't touch it, love," he gently orders, pulling himself up and out of the bed. I don't like the missing warmth, but he doesn't give me a chance to object as he says, "We need to go find my brothers and get that healed."
I let him ease me out of the giant bed and set me on my feet. Contemplating how bad it's going to hurt to slip my shirt back on over this burn, I don't notice Zanthus walking into the closet on the other side of the room. No, I'm too busy trying to look down to find the wound. Since the necklace didn't hang down too far, I'd have better chances of licking my elbow than I would seeing the damn thing without a mirror. Before I can go in search of one, Zanthus is back with a soft robe in hand.