Page 62 of Stealing the Merman

When Conall commanded Darin to climax, Finn came half a second faster than either of them, detonating in his hand, painting white ropes of hot cum all over himself. That night, he slept deeper than ever, his face tucked into the crook of Darin’s neck, who Conall spooned. Oh yes, watching them did satisfy him. It became a daily occurrence.

Finn was the happiest he’d ever been. The work on the tavern progressed swiftly, and whenever he had a few hours to himself with Conall and Darin in town to buy tools, food and potion, he worked on his secret cowrie project. It took him a long time—as a merman, he wasn’t used to the fiddly tasks humans performed with ease, but finally, he finished.

As the building of the structure progressed, Finn decorated the space. He foundflor de maga, a red, hibiscus-like flower, growing on the trees of the jungle and brought some home to plug their stems into the cracks of the palm tree leaf screens that separated the rooms. He collected shells at the beach, lined them up on strings and hung them from the ceiling. Soon, the tavern felt like home.

Conall and Darin spent time together, rekindling what they had aboardThe Pillaging Seas. Was Finn disrupting them? That was the last thing he wanted. He’d incited their new relationship and was perhaps no longer needed. Not that their behavior indicated it, but Finn didn’t want to step on someone else’s turf.

One night, after Conall had fucked the life out of Darin, the two of them curled up in each other, exhausted. Finn had watched, but from further away than usual. Conall had taken him in the morning, then later Finn and Darin had played. Now was Conall and Darin’s time. Normally, Finn would crawl in with them, but tonight, he felt more than ever that he shouldn’t invade their bubble. It was best if he let them be. Quietly, he got up and tiptoed away. He’d sleep on the beach, as he had done more often than not when he’d lived with other mermen, far from human habitats.

He was asking too much of his lovers. Each of them fucked him once or twice a day. It was a lot for the human body, and it got in the way of Darin and Conall being alone with each other. There was no jealousy in Finn, he wanted them to be happy.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Conall growled behind him. Finn froze in his tracks.

“Finn?” Darin asked.

He turned, three steps away from the edge of the platform. Darin and Conall had propped themselves up on arms and elbows, looking at him expectantly.

“I…”

“Come here,” Conall said, his tone brooking no argument.

Finn padded back, naked feet against the wooden floor. He lowered his head, not sure where to look.

“I said, come here,” Conall huffed when he took too long and shuffled backward, creating space between him and Darin on the mat. That couldn’t be right. Why was he doing this?

But Conall was not to be argued with, and Finn obediently slid onto the mat and between them. Darin wrapped himself around him from behind, his naked body heating Finn.

“Why were you leaving?” Conall asked. “And where were you going?”

“To the beach,” Finn said, eyes downcast.

“Why?”

Finn stalled until Conall repeated his question with an irritated undertone.

“You looked cozy together. I didn’t want to impose.”

Conall gripped his chin between thumb and fingers and made him look up. “You’re never imposing. Never. We want you with us.”

What should he say to that? He felt like he was imposing. Darin tightened his arms around his torso, and Conall pulled him in for a bruising kiss. Conall’s stumble scratched his face while his teeth bit at his lips, and then his tongue slid into Finn’s mouth, kissing him with a hint of violence. Finn quivered at Conall’s possessiveness.

As quickly as Conall had attacked, he pushed away. “You’re mine and Darin’s. Don’t you dare forget that.”

Darin kissed the shell of his ear. “We need you.”

“Why? You look happy together.”

“We are,” Darin said. “But we’re happier with you. Yes, I like submitting to Conall. I love it. But sometimes, I want sex on equal footing. Sometimes, I want to bury my cock in a tight ass, and your ass is mighty fine.” Darin’s teeth sank into his earlobe, trapping him in place. Finn would hurt himself if he pulled away.

“You’re a joy to be with,” Conall said. “Uncomplicated. It’s easy and safe to be around you.” He swallowed, and Finn knew that whatever Conall said next wasn’t something he’d normally volunteer. “Here’s what I haven’t told you. Ihaveto feel needed, and no one in the world needs me more than you.”

“Yes,” Finn breathed.

“You need to get fucked.”

“Yes…”

“I’m going to take care of that. It’s my responsibility to ensure you’re satisfied at all times. You saved my life, Finn, and you don’t understand how much I want to repay you. I owe you everything, and I will make sure you’re taken care of. Because of what happened…” What was Conall referring to? “…my partner has toneedme. If I’m not a necessity… I can’t…”

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