Tempting Instincts #2
His hands fall to my knees, and a low groan seeps from his throat as he spreads my thighs wider, testing my range of motion. The concept of hips and spreading thighs must be foreign to him.
I arch my back, my hips jerking when Kyros presses his torso flush against me, inadvertently applying pressure to my clit.
Fuck.
Kyros shoots me a look, his fingers sliding up my legs.
“They spread so far.”
He backs away slightly and peers between us, a low, pleased hum erupting from his chest. Then he hooks his finger into the central fabric of my pajama shorts and pulls them aside.
He stares, his throat bobbing. “What is this?”
“My underwear?”
Another hum. “Is there another layer underneath?”
He has the audacity to sound mildly annoyed. I can’t help but crack a smile.
“No. Nothing underneath.”
“I should hope not.”
He trails a finger down the center of me, his eyes darting up to meet mine when he reaches my clit. He doesn’t need to ask. His lips curl into a smile—a filthy, animalistic smirk that serves as a reminder that he isn’t entirely human.
There’s a rip as my underwear is torn cleanly in half.
How—
Kyros plants a hand on my chest, keeping me on my back.
“Stay.”
His eyes don’t leave my lower half. He stares, his chest heaving as he takes in the sight of my uncovered sex.
“Your cunt is so exposed.” He shakes his head before abruptly cupping me. One thick finger is wedged inside me a second later. “So easy to access—to enter.”
Are merwomen not? I bite my tongue, refusing to let the question see the light of day.
He works his finger in and out.
Again.
And again.
Until I’m panting.
“I want to see you,” I blurt out. “Please.”
Kyros shakes his head. “If I pull out my cock, this will no longer be about you.”
The relief that rushes over me is unparalleled. My gaze instantly snaps to his hips—to what parts of it I can see from this angle. I still see nothing but smooth scales. What am I missing?
I chew on my bottom lip. “So you do have a cock.”
Kyros snorts. “Of course I have a cock.”
“Show me.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
I grunt. “Is it big?”
Kyros works in a second finger. “Yes.”
“Is it hard?”
“Very.”
“Can it go inside me?”
“Hm.” Kyros frowns, cocking his head to the side. “Might be a snug fit.” He eases in a third finger, his eyes flicking up to meet mine. He watches my reaction, his eyes narrowed. “Will definitely be a snug fit.”
God. I don’t think I’ve ever been so desperate.
“If you…” Kyros pauses, clearing his throat. “You’re my prisoner, Sadie…” He grimaces. “If you still want me after I return you to the surface, I’ll give it to you. I’ll work it inside you. I’ll let you sit on it. I’ll fuck you as hard or as soft as you want. I promise. Whatever you want.”
The muscles in his shoulders flex as he works his fingers in and out of me, over and over again. I arch my back, my thighs shaking. The stretch is borderline painful, but so good. Is this what sex with him will feel like?
“Do you promise?” I ask.
“Do I promise to give you my cock?” Kyros laughs. “Yes, Sadie. I promise.”
He pulls his fingers out of me, his lips curling at the whine I accidentally let out. I swallow, my chest heaving as he pulls down the straps of my tank top. They easily fall from my shoulders, and Kyros doesn’t hesitate to yank my top down my torso.
He smiles again as he eyes my exposed chest.
“Pretty.” He cups me, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. “My hybrid is so very pretty.”
“Your hybrid?”
Kyros shrugs. “Well, I found you, didn’t I?”
“I suppose that’s one way to put it.”
He drags his hands down my waist, making my hips twitch.
Kyros laughs. “She’s also impatient.”
He releases me, returning his attention to my sex, then drifts lower, his torso brushing against my inner thighs until his head is between them.
“I’m curious about this,” he admits. “Human men are always talking about it, but I’ve never understood the appeal. Not until now.”
“Curious about what?”
“Licking you.”
“Merpeople don’t?”
I flinch the second the question escapes.
“No.” Kyros is quick to put me out of my misery. “It’s not…logistically possible.”
What does that even mean? I’m not sure I want to know.
His next words are hushed, practically whispered. “But you’re so exposed…”
Then his tongue is on me. He drags it up my slit, long and slow. Savoring. I clamp my legs around his head when he reaches my clit.
He pushes them back open.
“Don’t move.” His words are muffled. “Let me give this to you.”
Kyros practically fucks me with his tongue, working me over until I’m a trembling mess beneath him. He massages my thighs while he works, occasionally dipping a finger inside me like he can’t control himself.
I slide my hands through his hair. It’s surprisingly soft.
Kyros groans when I tug the strands, and his tail lashes out behind him. The entire room is cast in a crimson haze, the shadows along the walls pulsating with his flickering skin. There’s no hiding how much this is affecting him.
How much I’m affecting him.
He pulls away to kiss my inner thighs, his hands traveling to my ass. Another groan escapes him as he cups it, and then his mouth is back on me.
“You love my mouth, don’t you?” he moans between long drags of his tongue. “I love giving it to you.”
He peers up at me from between my thighs, his eyes glistening with excitement. “Come on, Sadie…” he coos. “Take it. Take from the man who ruined your life.”
I tighten my grip on his hair, holding him steady as I roll my hips against his tongue.
“Fuck you,” I gasp.
“That’s it.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. “I hate you.”
Kyros moans.
I fuck his tongue, using his hair to guide his mouth in tandem with my jerking hips. I throw my head back when I finally hit my peak, a loud cry tearing free as I shatter beneath him. I’ve never cum so hard.
Kyros lights up like a Christmas tree, red veining illuminating his entire body.
My hands slip from his hair, my arms falling limp.
Kyros licks me two more times afterward, cleaning me up before carefully pulling my pajama shorts back up. My underwear is a lost cause. He looks me in the eyes as he slides up my body, his tail dragging against me the entire way.
I shiver, oversensitive.
Kyros maintains eye contact as he presses his tail flush against me. There’s something hard just beneath the scales, but I can’t quite make out the shape or size. It’s not anything I’m used to.
His hands curl around my thighs, fingers digging into my flesh.
“I need—” Kyros chokes out. “Fuck!”
His chest is heaving, and with a rough shake of his head, he pushes away from me and darts out of the cave. Running away.