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Chapter Six

Finn

The morning air was cool and muggy, and fog hung over Shroud Cay. Nevertheless, the sky was a clear azure blue, promising a beautiful day. Finn and his friends were sitting on a large, flat rock sticking out of the water a few yards from the shore of the island. They’d finished their breakfast of raw fish and mussels and were chatting away when the outline of a ship became visible through the fog.

The mermen exchanged excited looks. Ships meant men, and men meant bliss and diversion. Finn quivered in anticipation. It had been too long since he’d last enjoyed a man, and he was dying of need and lust. He tensed and relaxed his pelvic floor to wring the smallest bit of pleasure from his body. He’d never be granted the joys of orgasm, but exhilaration thrummed through his veins as the ship floated closer. There was no human settlement on the island or in its vicinity, meaning the sailors aboard were heading for the merman colony on purpose. No, not sailors, Finn corrected himself when he saw the Jolly Roger. Pirates. Rough men who hadn’t been to a port full of brothels in weeks and were looking for a good time. The ship’s unusual figurehead—a merman, of all things—was further indication that whoever owned this ship loved Finn’s kind. He licked his lips, inner muscles straining in anticipation.

Guided by instinct, he fell into the ancient melody of the mermen’s song. His friends joined in, and the tune carried over the water to the approaching ship. The moment the pirates heard the song was evident; the men abandoned their ship and leaped into the sea, swimming toward the mermen with powerful strokes.

Finn looked among them to see which one he’d like to claim as his, but the men were one moving mass, obscured by the waves. He closed his eyes, trusting that fate would guide the right one to him, and focused on his other senses. The splash of the water against the rocks. The warm rays of the morning sun warming the humid air. The taste of salt on his tongue. There was a familiar smell. A man. Conall. Finn’s heart jumped, and his eyes shot open.

But he didn’t see Conall. A young man was wading toward him with a head of wet, ginger hair and a splatter of freckles on his nose and cheeks. Pale skin, lightly tanned by the tropical sun. He was cute. And he positively reeked of Conall. Finn throbbed with need.

His attention was glued to the young man as he approached. When the distance between them shrank to a few yards, his glassy eyes became obvious. The man was under the spell of the song. He was also stark naked. Had he taken off his clothes before he’d heard the song and jumped into the water? The pirates were here on purpose.

“Hello, stranger,” Finn said.

The fog slipped from the man’s eyes, though he looked dazed as he gaped at Finn. His gaze traveled from Finn’s face to his fishtail and back. He must’ve never seen a merman. “I spotted you,” he said, taking a couple more steps forward. “I had to have you.”

The smell of Conall became overwhelming, like he had been all over him, inside and out, leaving his mark. That was nonsense, of course. They just happened to smell similarly. Nevertheless, it drove Finn wild.

“Come here.” Finn let his fishtail glide into the water. Farther along the rock, pirates and mermen coupled up, then disappeared to different corners of the island. He wrapped his fin around the man’s calves, pulling him close. He fell into Finn’s lap, eyes wide.

Finn took the man’s face between his hands. Up close he was even more attractive. His eyes were as green as the jungle with golden flecks forming a circle around the pupil. A silver scar ran along his cheek and a small hoop earring graced one of his ears. A happy, wide mouth. Scrumptious. Finn bit his lower lip as a devastating surge of arousal rendered him incapable of all thought. The man’s eyes dropped to his mouth, and Finn couldn’t stop a desperate moan from escaping as he parted his lips. His breathing accelerated, and then, recklessly, he leaned in and licked across the man’s lips.

The man let out a soft whimper, and Finn was done for. He curled his hands in those gorgeous copper locks. His heart fluttered, and his eyes fell closed when the man captured his mouth. His lips were soft, and that delicious smell of man dispossessed Finn of all inhibitions. He nudged his tongue into his mouth and shivered when he was met with warm, wet strokes and the taste of salt and honey. Too good. Finn kissed him harder, indulging in his unique flavor.

“I want you,” the man said, straddling Finn’s hips. And between his legs, the proof of his arousal pushed into Finn’s abdomen. Need and excitement exploded in Finn. He pressed closer, trapping the man’s cock between their bodies. The man shifted, grinding into him as their kiss deepened.

“I need you,” Finn answered. His insides pulsed with lust. His tongue slid across the man’s lower lip.

“Damn, you’re a good kisser.”

“Hmm. So are you.” Finn took him in. “And you’re adorable.”

A wide smile broke out on the man’s face. “Not as adorable as you are.” A peck to Finn’s lips.

Finn’s hands wandered south. The man’s body was wet from the swim. He was slim but muscular, and when Finn’s hands reached his ass and squeezed it, he was rewarded with another hump. Finn groaned as his lust mounted. He’d take such good care of the gift this morning had dropped into his lap. He kneaded that perfect, perky ass, and the man squirmed in his arms.

“I’m glad you’re here,” the man said, hugging Finn tight, rolling his hips. “I was going out of my mind. Haven’t been fucked in days. You look like salvation.”

Finn chuckled. He was delighted to be of assistance. “There’s a beach nearby,” he said. “White sand, shady palm trees. More comfortable than this rock. What do you say?”

The man kissed him, long and deep. “I’d go anywhere with you.”

Chapter Seven

Darin

Darin must have died and gone to heaven. There was no other explanation why a merman with the face of an angel would whisk him away to a perfect white sand beach. Finn, as the merman introduced himself, was the most beautiful creature. The lagoon was impossibly blue, and so were Finn’s eyes. Huge and innocent, they tracked Darin’s moves with curiosity as if he was the most interesting boy Britain had spat out. Only one other person had made him feel this special.

Finn had called him adorable. Him! Pride swelled in his chest that someone with the looks of Finn would think of him as adorable. And not only that—Finn wanted him. It made Darin dizzy. Conall had told him about the “anatomic difficulties” mermen faced. Finn wouldn’t be able to climax, but Darin was determined to make their encounter as good for him as possible. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for him. He made Darin’s heart pound as much as Conall did, though for different reasons. Conall induced a heady mix of fear and arousal that had Darin on the verge of coming by looking at him. Finn had him on the edge of climax with his exquisite face and impeccable body, with his radiant charm and his everlasting lust.

Was Conall’s merman like that? And was Conall with his merman now? Wasn’t he blond too? Darin was too dazed by the beauty in front of him to think about it. Finn pulled him onto the beach, and he shuffled up until only his feet were in the pleasant, cool water. Darin propped himself up on his elbows. The sand was silky soft. He was in paradise.

Palm trees framed the beach, granting shade on a hot day. A few yards back, the jungle began. A butterfly emerged amidst the greenery and fluttered toward them. It swirled through the air on blue wings until it settled on Finn’s sandy blond waves.

Finn crossed his eyes as he looked up at the butterfly on his head. Giddy happiness rose in Darin, and they both laughed. The butterfly took off. When Finn crawled on top of him, Darin’s legs fell open to accommodate him. His wet torso connected with Darin’s hard cock, which slid down the length of Finn’s front as he climbed him. Darin moaned, not comprehending how his dick had gotten anywhere near the world’s most gorgeous merman.

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