Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
MORGAN
Iwas always so careful in my sexual encounters that I shouldn't have worried so much about my dick falling off, but I was. Jax and Blake were much more selective in their partners, whereas I was definitely not.
Riley's comment about my dick falling off was a little too close to home. What if my dick did fall off from some human disease? I thought condoms were supposed to prevent them, but what if they didn't?
The last thing I needed was to come down with a bad case of merpox from an infection. I'd only had it once when I was younger from a rusty nail piercing my tail, and it was something I wouldn't even wish on my enemies.
My scales had turned a sickly shade of green and peeled. I shuddered at the thought of my dick getting merpox. I'd heard stories of tritons getting a version of merpox on the genitals from having sex with too many female tritons. A case of merdick was enough to ruin a man for the rest of his days.
The worst part of it was that some idiot scientist made it sound like we were mermaids. We were far from them. Mermaids had gone extinct eons ago. One touch from a human and they shriveled and died a painful death.
I shouldn't have worried since tritons have superb healing abilities and don't get sick with human illnesses, but that didn't stop my thoughts from wandering to a worst-case scenario. We weren't supposed to be sticking our dicks in humans, and this wasn't going to go over well with the admiral.
I exited the dance studio to find Riley sitting on a planter box, waiting for a ride. "I can give you a ride, you know." I stopped in front of her and waited for her to look up from her phone. "Don't pretend you didn't enjoy riding on my motorcycle."
"Why would I get on or in a vehicle with any of you when you'll just take me to be tortured?" She looked back at her phone and I felt pressure build behind my eyes.
I had known she was going to hate us, but hearing the hatred in her voice made it real.
When we had first set out to make her life rough, I hadn't given it a second thought. Her father was the cause of a lot of grief and damage. Our job was to protect and serve our people and the creatures we lived with. Not humans.
But slowly, I started caring about the hurt in her eyes. I wanted to protect her. The only thing was, what would that cost me? I couldn't protect her if I was in prison or a menial job confined to the ocean.
"If I had a choice, we wouldn't have done it." I put my helmet down next to her to free my arms. "I didn't think things would be taken that far."
"If that's the case, then I want to stay far away from you three." She stood and slid her phone in her back pocket. "There's no telling what you'll be told to do to me next. Ignoring the potential consequences is a dangerous thing."
Ivy's white Tesla pulled up, and I knew my time was up. "It's complicated, but you have to know we'd never hurt you."
She snorted and picked up my helmet. "You already have." She shoved it at my chest and then got into the car.
Damn.
This girl was dangerous, but I had to have her. I was well aware that part of my desire was from her being part siren, but it couldn't be that much a part of her.
From what we'd learned about sirens, they only gave birth to females after having brief affairs with humans. The babies were born in the water as sirens, not halflings. Plus, the last of the sirens were forever ago, which would mean even if she did have siren blood, it wasn't enough to be a threat.
Sirens weren't like tritons. They could only manage to hide in plain sight for a short time, but at the end of the day, sirens were volatile and weren't exactly land-dwelling. They'd end up drawing a lot of attention to themselves.
My phone rang, snapping me out of the rabbit hole my brain had taken me down. Ryan, one of my racing buddies, was calling. "Yeah?"
"Bruh." Damn, I hated that word. "Where you been?"
"Focusing on school." He laughed because that was a lie. Everyone knew I thought high school was a joke. I sat on my bike. "What's up?"
"Things aren't the same without you. Come this Friday. Kamal is racing. I can put you down." The hope in Ryan's voice was like that of a teenage girl hoping to score tickets to a K-pop concert.
I hadn't raced since the last week of summer vacation. Since then, I'd been a little preoccupied with a brunette vixen that gave me a bigger rush than the machine between my legs.
My blood was already humming thinking of beating Kamal's cheating ass. "Put me down."
Ryan whooped on the other end of the phone. "Nice. Midnight, same place."
We hung up and I went through my contacts to call Admiral West. If I was racing Friday, I just hoped my dick didn't fall off before then.