Page 42 of Moist!
chapter thirteen
LYRA
Nef shifts backwards, staring at his claws as they disappear before our eyes. The black tips of his fingers spread from joint to joint, the obsidian shade crawling over his skin until his entire upper body is the darkest of charcoal grays.
Black horns sprout out of his forehead, curving up and back as his wide eyes narrow slightly until they’re more humanoid and less round.
His mouth drops open as a cracking sound rends the ear.
He jerks his head over his shoulder, twisting to look at his back.
I glance around his waist to see his shark fin shrinking smaller and smaller until it disappears, leaving behind smooth back muscles and a deliciously naked ass.
“The curse,” he murmurs. He runs big hands over his chest and abs. Just as he does, the long coils of his tail begin to shrink.
Nef cries out and falls forward as the length of his dragonlike appendage shrinks and snaps, splitting into two. The pieces shorten and grow thick with muscle—two beautiful long legs.
And then of course, he’s naked.
Marveling at the change in him, I drop to both knees and lift his gaze to mine, scanning him for any sign of discomfort. “Nef, you okay?”
Chest heaving, he stares up at me from eyes that are at once familiar and new. They’re the same shade as before but slanted now, thinner and as beautiful as ever.
He shifts onto his heels and sinks low, staring at me.
Which is when I notice the rigid bar of his cock, sprouting from curly dark hair between his thighs.
Nef follows my gaze and covers his face with both hands, laughing. He peeks at me from between his fingers. “I don’t even know what to do or say, Lyra. Is this happening?” He grabs my hand and puts it on his stomach. “Pinch me, please. Is this real? Or am I dreaming?” The smile falls.
Standing, I wrap both arms around his neck. “This is real, Nef.”
“Tell me I’m yours,” he commands, darkness entering his deep voice. “Tell me you knew it when I took you to my ship.”
“My Nef,” I whisper. “I knew it then.” I wave at him. “But also, you need pants.”
He rises and grabs my hand, setting me carefully on my feet. “Agreed on the pants. We don’t have to move quickly. This is…new. But I want to take you to every restaurant in this town and every other haven after that. And then, Lyra…can I take you out for dessert? ”
I thread my fingers through his. I’m never letting his hand go. Pulling his hand to my chest, I clutch him tightly. “I’d love to, Nef. So dessert now and dinner tomorrow, too?”
“Breakfast in the morning,” he corrects, stroking my hair over my shoulder. “Then lunch, then dinner. Then breakfast again the next morning. Every meal you have should be with me. Although admittedly, I may need to relearn how to cook.”
We share a laugh about that as we walk up the dark path toward town.
Pants first, for sure.
But then I’m going to show Nefkenir the world.