Page 44 of Stealing the Merman

Darin shouldn’t interrupt them as Conall had in Shroud Cay, but he was drawn to them like a moth to the flame. His legs moved on their own accord. A part of him screamed to stop, but he’d already stepped into the hall. The pirates on the floor paid him no mind. He looked like them. He’d been one of them.

His breathing went erratic as he approached the staircase. What was he doing? He didn’t know. His mind was a fog of jumbled thoughts and burning need. Seeing Finn and Conall had ignited his core, and his body yearned for them with compelling force.

His steps ate up the distance to the dais, and his heart fluttered. He might as well be striding toward his execution. Finn’s moans rang louder and louder as he approached. Darin swallowed dryly. He wanted to run, but he was incapable of withstanding the pull toward the landing upon which Finn and Conall surrendered to each other.

Darin’s clammy hands shook when he took the first steps up the staircase. His heart rate was galloping. What was he going to do or say? Would he wait for Conall to pull a knife and kill him on the spot? Finn didn’t think Conall had been jealous in Shroud Cay, that he’denjoyedseeing them. But what if Finn was wrong? He likely was.

A dozen steps from the landing, Finn’s leg shifted and Conall pushed up on his arms. It exposed a dizzying view. Finn’s cock was long and had the perfect girth. The skin of his shaft was golden except for the pink, swollen tip crowning it. Conall slammed into him, hard and fast, and Finn’s mouth slackened, his eyes closed. He shouted, his cock jerked, and then he unloaded between them in creamy white streaks, painting their chests and stomachs.

Finn’s head dropped to the side, and when he opened his eyes, they fell on Darin. Depraved sounds never stopped leaving his mouth as he looked at him. If Finn was surprised, he was too far gone in lust to show it. His pupils were dilated, his rose lips puffy. He parted them as pleasure washed over his face, and extended his arm toward Darin, curling his fingers in a come-hither gesture when another spurt of cum splashed his abdomen.

Dazed, Darin stumbled up the steps, drawn to Finn. But panic tore at him too, and his eyes flicked to Conall, who chose that moment to look at Darin. His expression was unreadable. Darin’s legs took a couple more steps, and then Conall’s giant paw grabbed him and pulled him onto the mattress.

Darin’s knees landed on the soft bedding as he came face to face with Conall. Sweat dampened Conall’s hairline and pearled on his brow. Exertion reddened his skin, and he radiated a heat so fierce, his proximity made Darin perspire.

Steely blue eyes bore into Darin, and Conall’s hold on his neck turned into a vice. Conall hauled him forward, and Darin gasped in shock when their lips connected. Conall was kissing him. It didn’t compute. Conall had dismissed him after Shroud Cay. And he was inside Finn. Darin’s cock jerked.

Conall took advantage of Darin’s parted lips and slid his tongue inside. Heat boiled in Darin’s veins. He couldn’t think. That strong tongue stroked his, probing and nudging until he returned the kiss. It was wild and sloppy, all teeth and bruising force. Conall claimed and invaded his mouth. He’d kissed Darin before, but not with such uninhibited possessiveness. The smell of sweat and cum and lust overpowered Darin, extinguishing all thought until nothing but pure, raw need was left.

Conall’s hand ran through his hair, then balled into a fist, and he tore Darin from his mouth. Darin whimpered. Damn, he was embarrassing himself. Heat flushed his cheeks as Conall regarded him, his cool eyes a stark contrast to his hot mouth.

Then the rare shadow of a self-satisfied smile played over Conall’s lips, and he said to Finn, “I told you he’d show up.”

“What?” Darin asked stupidly. His eyes flew to Finn who beamed at him. He was the most gorgeous thing, all rumpled curls and large aquamarine eyes. Darin’s gaze traveled over him, tripping on the cowrie shell necklace.

“He never takes it off,” Conall said, catching Darin as he gawked.

Wait—Conall knew the necklace was from him and hadn’t ripped it off? It made no sense. Darin wrenched his gaze away, only for it to trail over Finn’s chest and stomach, streaked with cum. He couldn’t help licking his lips. Further south, Finn’s cock stood golden and rock-hard as if he hadn’t just come. His balls were tight and high against his body. And then there was the place where Conall was seated inside him. Darin throbbed in his breeches.

Conall’s fingers massaged his scalp, and it took Darin everything not to purr. Those fingertips gently scratching his head said things Conall never had. Darin didn’t know what to make of it. Should he be angry with Conall? After all, he’d thrown him off his ship. But there was no anger in Darin, especially not with Conall’s hand in his hair. The touch was soothing.

“Finn’s insatiable,” Conall said, perhaps picking up on Darin’s insecurity. His voice was a low rumble, making him shiver. “He needs to get fucked four or five times a day. It’s hard to keep up.”

Was he insinuating something? “You…” Darin looked between them. “Have other men…?”

“No,” Conall said, the word sharp as a bark. “Finn doesn’t want it, and I would never allow it.” His hand wandered from Darin’s head over his neck and back to his ass clad in dark breeches. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

What? Hadn’t Conall expressed he wanted no other man near Finn?

“What he’s trying to say,” Finn said, seeing his confusion, “is that you should join us.”

Darin looked between them, but Conall’s face gave nothing away.

“And don’t think it’s all for my benefit,” Finn continued. “Conall likes a little variety. Don’t you?”

“A little,” Conall growled.

What was that supposed to mean? Before he had a chance to consider, Conall pulled out of Finn and pushed Darin onto his back. His large hands pulled Darin’s leather coat off his shoulders and ripped at the belt holding his waistcoat together. He discarded the garments and made short work of Darin’s shirt. He tore the boots off his feet and ripped at his breeches, all the while Darin lay panting on his back, heart racing as Finn petted his hair.

“I missed you,” Finn said and leaned in to speak quietly in his ear. “And so did Conall.”

Darin stared at the hulk towering over him. Kneeling above him, he seemed gigantic. His open fly did nothing to hide his raging erection. Darin’s breeches came off, and his cock straightened.

“What shall we do with you?” Finn asked innocently as he trailed a hand over Darin’s torso, stopping at a nipple to give it a firm squeeze.

Darin gasped, though he didn’t know if it was in reaction to Finn’s words or his fingers twisting his sensitive, rosy patch of skin. Finn gave him a brief, intimate kiss, licking into Darin’s mouth before he withdrew. What kind of wild sex dream was this? He was in bed with the two most gorgeous men in history, and they were undressing him, touching him, asking what he wanted to do?

Anything, was the answer. He’d do absolutely anything and everything.

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