Chapter 19
Kiora
WAVES ABOVE, TROY WAS just... Wow. I could no longer function. He tongue-fucked all the function right out.
“Now, that’s the look I like seeing on my girl’s face.” He gave me a gentle kiss and remained there, hovering inches from my face.
“Your girl, huh?” I liked the sound of that.
“Unless you want to keep trying your luck with dating. I must warn you, though, the crones might be trying to set you up with assholes on purpose to make me look better.”
I chuckled at that. He might be onto something. My two dates had been some of the worst I’d ever had.
“I can’t be your girl until you fuck me properly,” I said in mock seriousness.
Troy grinned at that, nipped my lip, then lifted me off the table. I hung on his shoulder like a wet noodle as he carried me to the bedroom. The entire walk there, his hands roamed my ass and thighs, like he couldn’t stop touching me. I returned the favor by slapping his jean-clad ass.
“It’s not fair. You still have your clothes on,” I complained.
Troy lowered me to the bed and closed the curtain at the entrance to the bedroom. Before he returned to my side, Troy gripped the bottom of his shirt and slowly, deliberately pulled it up, revealing his six-pack, then his pecs. I’d been drooling over them since that time we had gone swimming.
I took my own shirt and bra all the way off instead of letting it remain pushed up just enough to reveal my boobs. Troy’s eyes followed my movements. He looked like a shark ready to strike, but instead of jumping on me, he slowly stepped closer, unzipping his jeans as he went.
When he freed his cock, I forgot to watch his muscles flex. That thing was massive, yeah, but that wasn’t what got me gaping at it. There were these bumps running from the thick base to the narrower tip. It was also teal with purple veins running up its length.
“You like?” he asked.
“I like.” So, that’s what a sea cucumber looks like.
“A sea cucumber?” Troy asked.
Oops, had I said that out loud?
“Am I your first merman?” Troy asked as he put one knee on the bed. Then the other. He was so close now.
“You are.”
He moved higher up my body but kept his weight on his arms, hovering an inch from me. I didn’t want that inch between us. I wanted to feel him. Now.
To demonstrate, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a searing kiss. Troy responded with the kind of hunger I had hoped for, devouring me, exploring my mouth, drinking his fill.
I tasted myself on his lips and smiled into our kiss as I remembered where that mouth had been only minutes ago. This man really knew what he was doing, and he wasn’t afraid to show it.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my heels into his ass, bringing our bodies closer together until his monster cock rubbed against my center in the most delicious way. Those bumps were definitely there for my pleasure.
Troy kissed my chin, my jaw, then down my neck before making his way up to my ear. He should never stop doing that, but he should also get that cock inside me.
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Now.” Ok, more like demanded.
“So impatient.” He nipped my ear as he shifted his hips, spreading my legs wider.
The narrow tip of his cock slid into me effortlessly, but those bumps. Waves take me, those bumps. And then he thrust into me, and the wide base stretched me so much it was just on the edge of being painful.
“Troy,” I moaned.
He fucked me harder, as if to show there was more where that came from, and I wanted it all. He was so deep inside me, yet it didn’t hurt when he bumped against my cervix. The friction was just right, too. The way he was rubbing against my g-spot while his pelvic bone round against my clit had me on the verge of explosion.
With each thrust, a tsunami built inside me, ready to break me and sweep away all memories of the men I had been with before. None of them compared. None of them came close.
Just as the tidal wave crested, I sank my teeth into Troy’s shoulder. And then I was drowning in sensation. Lights exploded like droplets of water in the sun. My muscles locked, holding on to Troy like he was my anchor.
And then I felt him pulse inside me, spilling his seed, filling me with it.
“Oh, crap, we didn’t use a condom,” I whispered as my senses slowly returned to normal.
“I won’t get you pregnant.” He kissed my nose, cheeks, chin. “I take a potion for that. And I’m clean.”
I relaxed. Normally, I wouldn’t have believed a guy, but this was Troy, the man who helped me escape, who put his own life on the line to do it. He wouldn’t screw me over like that.
My mind turned to that one asshole who had tried to pull the condom off during sex, thinking I wouldn’t notice. Thankfully, I noticed in time and kicked him to the curb. I didn’t need a baby while I was on a run, least of all a baby from someone who thought his kinks were more important than my consent.
That was that guy, though. Troy wasn’t the type to trick me into having a kid with him.
A drop of blood fell on my chest. Crap, Troy was bleeding. Because I bit him. “Oh, shit, I’m so sorry.”
Troy covered the wound with his hand and grinned. “It’s okay.” He planted a quick kiss on my lips. “But I should take care of it before I cover you in any more of my blood.
He climbed out of bed, and I followed him. What the hell came over me? Why would I bite him like that?
Troy found the first aid kit that looked more like half a drug store, pulled out a bottle of liquid, and cleaned the wound with it. Now that the blood was gone, and I could see the bite better, it didn’t look as bad as I had feared. Troy covered it with a large bandage, hiding the evidence of my temporary loss of sanity.
“I don’t know what got into me,” I said apologetically.
“Probably the same thing that got into you when you saw fresh fish.” Troy put both arms around my waist and hugged me loosely. “Are you sure you’re half human? Because you act a lot like a selkie.”
I blushed at the reminder of my less than stellar table—or middle of the living room—manners. “Pretty sure.”
Troy lifted my chin and peered into my eyes like he could find some answers there. “I’m serious. Half selkies, especially if they never got their seal skin, can sometimes feel like they have an animal trapped inside them, and sometimes the beast shows herself.”
Kitty perked up at that, listening intently and nudging me to do the same. Maybe I was part selkie. It’s not like I’d ever discussed it with Mom.
Dad had caught me with my fluke out one time, not long before my sixteenth birthday, and he demanded I never shift again and never tell anyone I was a mermaid, not even Mom. He said it would hurt her because of the accident she had been in.
“I don’t know. My dad was definitely human, and I just always assumed I got my fluke from Mom,” I admitted. “But I always had an imaginary friend. I never got a clear picture in my head of what she looks like, but I guess she could be a seal.”
“Kitty,” Troy mumbled, and how did he know that?
“Yeah, that’s what I call her.”
He nodded to himself. “I was wondering why you’d choose Mira as your fake name instead of something like Kathrine. Now I get it.”
The idea that Kitty was actually real was disturbing, but hadn’t I acknowledged a long time ago that kids grow out of imaginary friends? And what did me being part selkie change?
Could I really be such a wild mix?
“Remember how I told you about the selkie that got rescued from her kidnapper?” Troy asked, and after my nod, continued. “I’d like you to meet her. She and her husband are leading those traffickers away now, but after they return, I think you should talk to her.”
I nodded again. Maybe talking to a selkie would clear things up for me. Honestly, what did I know about my heritage? Nothing. The only reason I knew I was part mermaid was because one day I had accidentally shifted in the tub.
As much trouble as being a mermaid had gotten me into, I also loved it. Who said I wouldn’t love being a selkie? Assuming I was, of course.
Kitty gave me a mental bitch slap, like she was trying to beat some sense into me so I would start listening to Troy.
You think we’re two halves of a selkie? I asked her, and Kitty bobbed her head.
Now that the idea was planted, Kitty started looking more and more like a seal.