Page 55 of Stealing the Merman

“It’s safe,” Conall said. “Come in. The glow is beautiful.”

Darin took a hesitant step toward the luminescent waves and jumped back when they bathed his feet in blue light.

“It won’t hurt you,” Finn said.

Conall lowered him into the waves, Finn’s weight gliding out of his arms as he let go. In the dark, Finn’s silhouette shone. Every move trailed a blue glow through the water. It was magnificent.

“Darin,” Conall growled. “Be a good boy.”

Uncertainty flickered across Darin’s face, but then he took a brave step into the sea. Conall swelled with pride—Darin trusted him and Finn. If they said something was safe for Darin, it was.

The water around his feet lit up as he waded deeper. With every step, the water glowed more, casting its blue light onto his naked form.

Conall sank in to the neck and lifted his lower body to float on his back, lazily paddling his arms and legs to stay afloat. With slow strokes, Conall swam into greater depths. Finn was all around him, diving under him, fluking into the air, jumping over him with a trail of glowing splash in his wake.

Darin’s approach was measured, a progression of small steps until he was waist-deep in the sea, a blue circle floating around him. Then he flattened in the water and swam for Conall and Finn, leaving a luminescent trail behind that vanished bit by bit as he progressed.

Then he was finally with them. Conall wrapped an arm around Darin and pulled him close. His feet found the ground, and he was relieved he was able to stand in the water coming up to his shoulders, though it was too deep for Darin.

Darin’s skin was wet and warm, and it was with agonizing pleasure that Conall pressed him flush against his naked body. The boy was hard and dropped a low whimper at the contact. When Conall licked across his soft lips, they tasted of salt and summer. They parted under the caress, and Conall deepened the kiss, exploring Darin’s mouth. Darin moaned, rutting against Conall. The friction had Conall’s rising cock stiffening to full hardness. He indulged them in another stroke of his tongue across Darin’s, then he was ready to break away and look for Finn to pull him in to join them.

Except he didn’t have to. Finn was already there, kissing Conall’s shoulder. His hand found Conall’s nape, massaging the flesh where Conall’s hairline met his neck. He ran his fingernails across the back of his head where the hair was running up into his bun. With anyone else—Darin the other exception—Conall would’ve been angry. He’d done up his long hair to keep it dry. But under Finn’s touch, he purred. It made him hungry for something other than food.

He curled an arm around Finn’s waist and pulled him in. It dislodged Finn from where he was rubbing his neck but also brought him between them. It was worth it. Conall pressed in from one side, Darin from the other, trapping Finn in-between. Darin bobbed in the waves, the movement and the blue glow around him giving away how he ground against Finn.

“I like this,” Finn said, his voice low.

Conall lifted Finn’s chin. “What do you like?” As if he needed clarification.

“Being caught between two hard cocks.”

Chapter Sixteen

Finn

“Do you?” Conall said, his words coming out as a contemplative statement rather than a question. He looked at him with enough pride to make Finn’s insides quiver in anticipation. Finn clenched his pelvic floor for as long and hard as he could until even his well-trained inner muscles succumbed to inevitable relaxation.

Behind him, Darin’s erection rubbed his butt, pushing him further against Conall’s hard length. Not long ago, this was the most pleasure Finn could experience, not that it was small, but this time, something to help him blossom waited in a bag at the beach.

“Potion,” Finn said, the word a plea and a whimper at once.

Darin’s hands stroked his sides, thumbs circling his skin.

“You want us to fuck you,” Conall growled, and Finn loved how much it sounded like a threat.

“Yes,” Finn breathed. “Please. Fuck me whichever way you like. I enjoy them all.”

Conall leaned in and captured his lips, while Darin brushed his wet locks aside and mouthed his pulse point. Finn shuddered under the onslaught of sensations. Conall’s stubble lightly scratched him, and Darin closed his lips around the skin of his neck, licking and sucking. Finn moaned, and Conall invaded his open mouth. Wet, firm strokes slid over him as their tongues met. He was trapped between hot mouths and experienced hands. He couldn’t wait for them to claim him.

Finn was so distracted, he only noticed that Conall had walked them toward the shore when he and Darin pulled him out of the sea. Rivulets ran down Conall’s body, highlighting his deep tan and dripping into the blue glow of the sea where the men’s movements disturbed the water.

Back on the mat beside their beach fire, Darin took a white linen towel and dried Finn off. The rubbing combined with the fire warmed his skin. Darin gathered Finn’s hair and pressed out the liquid, then dried it as best as he could with the towel. Finn sighed at the soft fabric brushing his shoulder and the gentle pressure of Darin’s hands with the towel on his head.

He was on the verge of paradise. Glass clicked, the unmistakable sound of Conall removing one of the potion-filled vials from the bag. Oh, this was going to be good. Finn closed his eyes, enjoying Darin’s last touches as he finished with the towel.

He reopened them when the mat crunched at his side. Conall held the vial in hand and uncorked it. “Open your mouth.”

Finn obeyed and guided Conall’s hand as he brought the vial to his lips. The liquid tasted as sour and salty as ever, and Finn swallowed as fast as he could. The good news was he’d gotten used to the transformation. The more he used the potion, the less painful the shift of his lower half was.

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