Page 38 of The Merman’s Betrothal (Outcast Hearts #2)

Ever since yesterday’s raw morning face fuck—and then the evening one that had somehow managed to be even hotter—anticipation had been bubbling in Rory’s blood. He was out of excuses to hide behind. Was done hiding, anyway.

He allowed Fionn to draw their bodies together. Fionn trailed smooth fingers across Rory’s shoulders, caressing his arms. He seemed keen to explore, next playing with the hair over Rory’s chest.

‘ Ha, that’s sensitive. ’ Rory flinched without meaning to when Fionn ran over a nipple.

‘ In a good way? ’ Fionn zoned in on it, giving his nipple a light squeeze.

‘ More ticklish. ’ Rory’s song stuttered, thrown off by a jolt of pleasure. He’d never had a partner pay particular attention to his nipples before. ‘ Um, you can keep doing that. ’

Gaining confidence, Fionn rolled both of Rory’s nipples between his fingers, very gently tugging and squeezing them while watching Rory’s face intently. It was almost unnerving to be the centre of such attention.

‘ Does your cock always do the— the thing it does? ’ Rory asked around a rising squeak in his DeepSong. What Fionn was doing to his nipples was sending twinges all the way down his body.

‘ Do you mean my knot? ’ By contrast, Fionn’s song had deepened, gaining a rumbling cadence as his pupils dilated and his gills flared. ‘ It is how we stay locked inside a mate. While the… process… is completing. ’

Rory was insanely grateful that Fionn had managed to avoid bringing up the topic of eggs again. ‘ And that’s how you come? ’

‘ Yes. ’

‘ And you just… keep coming ’til it’s gone? ’

Fionn’s voice was practically velvet as it slid into Rory’s ears and all the way down his spine. ‘ Yes. ’

Fionn finally released his nipples and Rory gasped. His dick was so hard it hurt. He needed Fionn to touch it right. Fucking. Now.

Without waiting to communicate this, Rory grabbed Fionn’s hand and shoved it down behind his waistband. Fionn’s fist closed around his cock somewhat reflexively, punishing it with a grip that was every bit as tight as Rory needed it to be.

‘ Oh, fuck. ’ Rory thrust into his hand, rutting like an eager teenager. Fionn’s mouth engulfed his and a messy kiss ricocheted over their lips, all jabbing tongues and misplaced teeth but it was still the most thirsty kiss Rory had ever experienced.

And underneath it all the bond thrummed with their desire; with the straight-up cravings of hungry men. When Rory thought, fleetingly, that he wanted Fionn between his legs, the merman responded immediately.

Fionn dropped like a stone, pulling Rory’s shorts off in the same motion and discarding them to the loch bed. He floated at eye level with Rory’s cock, appraising it. Admiring it. Kissing it, sending a hot shudder up Rory’s spine.

And Rory’s cock remembered every kiss and lick and suck from the day before and fucking strained to have all of it again.

‘ Are you wet for me? ’ Fionn asked. Light-headed, Rory felt that he was. A deep internal warmth had spread behind his cock; felt almost like it was dripping out of him.

For a second Rory was back in his bath tub, fantasising about being finger-fucked in his ass. He opened his legs, inviting Fionn in.

Fionn obliged and stroked a hand over Rory’s thighs. He was so calm, so poised. Yet when Rory managed to pay attention to what the bond was revealing, he felt Fionn’s nerves and his desire to not fail. To not fuck anything up for Rory’s pleasure.

This knowledge made it so much easier to moan when Fionn’s fingers skimmed across his hole. Fionn was so focused. So intent on making him feel good. All that warrior prince merman, all to himself.

‘ I want to try your cock, ’ Rory garbled, almost not stringing the words together. Jesus Christ, he wanted to know what it was like to be taken that way.

But Fionn seemed at odds with the notion—both desperate to appease Rory’s wants, but also with ideas of his own. ‘ May I try something first? ’

Rory forced out a sound of affirmation. Although part of him needed this all to go much, much faster. The tension building under his skin was unbearable. He felt like he needed to break free.

Tentatively, Fionn pushed his face between Rory’s legs and licked a long swipe with his tongue over Rory’s hole.

‘ Oh, god. ’ Rory buckled, limbs shaking. If he’d been standing on land, he’d have certainly fallen over.

Fionn did it again, pressing harder. Then dipped his tongue inside, lingering to enjoy the taste.

‘ Fuck me, ’ Rory slurred, bucking against his face. ‘ Fuck me, fuck me. God, it’s good. ’

Relief flowed from Fionn, quickly overshadowed by smug amusement. He was enjoying this, keeping Rory suspended here, helplessly impaled on his tongue. Causing him to whimper with merely a few well-placed flexes.

Rory grabbed fistfuls of Fionn’s silver hair in both hands and yanked him up. There was fire in Fionn’s eyes as Rory dragged him in for another kiss, and then shoved him back down again with a command. ‘ Fuck me properly, you unbelievable bastard. ’

Fionn’s hands clamped over Rory’s thighs. It was Rory’s turn to be dragged. His ass met Fionn’s abdomen first, his dick bouncing off the merman’s hard chest. Then Fionn lifted his kilt and held Rory right against his stiff blue cock.

Blood thumped in Rory’s ears, mimicking the thumping around the nerve endings in his ass, as though even his own pulse was endeavouring to trigger some stimulation against Fionn’s flesh.

Rory grasped Fionn’s wrists, now holding onto his hips, and relaxed backward, letting the rest of his body float.

There was nothing else to gain purchase against, nothing that Rory could grab except for the man in front of him.

Fionn was totally in control now. He could move Rory’s body however he wanted.

Fuck, Rory wished Fionn would hurry up and move it a little.

A smile twitched across Fionn’s hungry expression. ‘ As you wish. ’

He pulled Rory towards him slowly, onto his cock.

Water caught in Rory’s gills. He tried to cry out, but the sound was little more than a gurgling splutter.

The width of Fionn’s cock was, in fact, a little larger than the girth of his fingers had been, and the smooth roundness of it stretched Rory’s hole in every direction at once.

But what a fucking mouth-watering stretch it was.

It was like his insides were built for this, to accommodate this, to fucking tremble for this.

As the bulbous shape of it inched deeper, new nerve endings seemed to wake up fizzing and sparking, charting its progress until Fionn’s cock nudged right up against something that felt swollen and painfully needy.

Fionn’s grip tightened. His eyes were closed. ‘ Rory, ’ he groaned, and the sound carried like a whale call, kneading against Rory’s skin and filling the bond with its fervour.

‘ Yes, ’ Rory managed to reply. ‘ Fuck yes, Fionn. ’

Fionn pushed Rory’s pelvis down, changing the angle. Allowing his cock to prod upwards into his inner wall. Rubbing against that strange, swollen nub… breaching it.

Rory’s head tipped back. His mouth was open but unable to form sounds. He had the sense of being opened from the inside, of Fionn’s cock delving even deeper, of filling a space that was fucking aching to be filled. Pushing him to the brink of orgasm.

It’s going to come through my stomach, his brain burbled.

Glancing down, Rory was sure he saw the shape of Fionn’s cock bulging under his skin. A ragged moan tore loose from him. Fionn shook, just as overcome by the sight of it.

‘ Rory… I can’t stop it… ’

Rory wasn’t sure if it was a plea or a warning from Fionn, but an instant later neither of them had a choice in the matter. He felt the tip of Fionn’s cock begin to expand.

Oh fucking fuck. Fucking hell and Jesus Christ and cunt on a stick….

Rory remembered how large it had felt in his mouth and imagined a thing that size plugging him.

Except he didn’t have to imagine for long, because it was rapidly becoming a reality.

It felt heavy, like an iron ball dragging on his centre of gravity.

Iron that throbbed with a pulse, drumming even more pressure against Rory’s astonishingly taut insides.

He needed to split open. It was going to split him open.

Fionn’s palm landed on his cheek. Tilted Rory’s head so they could see each other.

Fionn was gasping through his gills, shuddering with the effort of holding Rory through his climax. His pleasure swamped Rory through the bond, mingled with his own insane sensations and drove him entirely over the edge.

Rory thrashed, convulsing, unable to anchor himself to anything and still inescapably anchored to Fionn by the weight that was pummelling an orgasm into him. His cock released a cloud of cum, but that was far from the end of it.

Rory’s cock continued twitching, his balls sucking against his body as if they’d go another round. The ecstasy became internal, juddering over Rory’s muscles as it rolled over him. It entered his spine, morphed into an electric bolt zigzagging over his vertebrae.

Forget Fionn’s cock bulging his stomach. Rory’s whole body was going to split open. He needed the final release…

Rory’s back arched and something cracked. A sound like a twig—or a bone. Then another, and another. But he was nearly there. He was nearly free…

He wrapped his legs around Fionn’s body, grabbed hold of Fionn’s arms and used every ounce of strength to ram himself against Fionn’s cock.

Fionn tried to mouth something, some instruction or warning but Rory was having none of it.

He buried whatever the words were in a savage kiss, biting Fionn’s lip and drawing blood.

He felt so fucking free of himself. Like he’d cast off an old coat that had been dragging him down. He was free and he had Fionn and he had the ocean and that was all he needed.

It was the tickle of fins that finally broke Rory from the kiss. Drawing away, he discovered Fionn looking woozy, possibly close to passing out. His knot was slowly shrinking, reducing Rory’s ecstatic delirium to a mere lustful haze.

Rory looked about for the fish that had distracted him. He caught sight of something fluttering, a translucent crimson sail. A fin sprouting from his own forearm.

Rory wasn’t sure how long he stared at it. Certainly long enough for Fionn to recover and join him in staring.

‘ What is that? ’ Fionn asked. Something like fear tiptoed in his voice.

‘ I was hoping you’d tell me. ’

Feeling a touch delicate, Rory slipped his body away from Fionn’s. He released a breath as the merman’s cock came free, experiencing a certain relief at the absence of pressure.

The fluttering thing on his left arm seemed like a fish fin. Extremely thin, flexible spines held the membrane together. When Rory flexed his arm the fin straightened, became slightly rigid. There was a matching one on his right arm.

‘ Turn around, ’ Fionn said.

As Rory did, he discovered new resistance as he tried to move through the water. There were two more of these sail-like fins, one running down the outer-length of each leg. And something protruding from his back. He twisted to get a better look—

‘ Spines, ’ Fionn said dully. A light had gone out of his eyes. ‘ You have red fins and spines. ’

Rory clocked the blood glistening on Fionn’s bottom lip and instinctively ran his tongue over his teeth. They seemed much sharper than they should be.

For some reason, the words crooked spine flashed through his head. Rory glanced down at his hands.

There was a band of translucent, faintly reddish skin between each of his fingers.

Don’t panic. I’m already a merman. This isn’t a reason to panic.

But even as Rory tried to convince himself, the emotions flowing through the bond from Fionn told him otherwise.