The Red Bloom #2
Kyros drops everything directly into my lap—as if he were presenting a tribute to an unreasonable queen.
I stare up at him. “Thank you.”
Eat. Now.
“Bossy.”
Still, I eat.
Kyros watches my every movement. He kneels between my thighs as I pull apart one of the sea fruits, his massive body crowding close enough that I can feel heat radiating from his skin. His pupils track every movement I make. Every swallow. Every shift of my mouth.
When juice drips down my wrist, his gaze snaps toward it.
I smile. “You look insane right now.”
Yes.
At least he’s self-aware.
I’m not the least bit surprised when his hands find their way to my thighs, nor am I surprised when he spreads them apart and slots himself between them. His cock finds its way into me a second later.
His fucking is gentler.
And he makes me eat the entire time.
Every time I stop, he stops. His hips freeze, and he looks me in the eyes until I take another bite of food. Only then does he resume fucking me with slow, languid rolls of his hips.
He lights up crimson with every thrust.
When I release, it’s with a silent scream. Kyros fucks me through it, his cock spearing me over and over until he throws his head back with a deafening moan.
He twitches inside me, his entire body trembling.
When he pulls out, glistening, translucent cum follows. He doesn’t hesitate to drag two fingers through his cum and shove it back inside me. I’ve never been more thankful for my birth control than I am in this moment.
I jolt. “Kyros!”
He smirks, staring at his fingers inside me, before finally meeting my gaze. He smacks his tongue hard against the rough of his mouth.
Sadie.
Another smack.
Mine.
I clench around his fingers.
He licks his lips and clears his throat, some of the haziness in his eyes fading. “You like this?”
It takes a second for his words to register. Once they do, I scramble to sit up. It’s made hard by the fact that Kyros refuses to remove his fingers from me.
“You’re talking again!”
“Yes.”
He finally pulls his fingers free, but he doesn’t retreat far. He remains between my thighs, his gaze heavy as he looks over every inch of my exposed skin. He lingers at my hips before traveling to my chest. He stares at my nipples, a pleased smile toying at the corners of his lips.
“My scales make you orgasm,” he finally says.
My face warms. “Yes.”
“Good.”
“Are you feeling better?”
Kyros smiles. “For now.” He looks me up and down, then clears his throat. “Are you…Have I—”
“I’m okay,” I interrupt. “You haven’t hurt me.”
We fall into a comfortable silence. Kyros sits beside me, his tail brushing against my legs, and picks at my food, tossing a few small pieces of rounded fruit into his mouth. I eat almost everything, surprisingly hungry.
“So,” Kyros starts. “Does my cock please you?”
I shoot him a sideways glance. Does he really need to ask?
“Yes,” I say. “It does.”
Kyros nods, visibly pleased. Red pulses softly beneath his skin. It’s not nearly as intense and bright as before, but it’s clear he’s still having a reaction to the pollen.
“And do you like it when I fill you with my cum?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“How about when I fuck you hard? Do you prefer when I fuck you gently?”
I laugh. “What’s with all the questions?”
Answer.
My smile falls as I take in Kyros’s suddenly serious expression. His teasing smile is gone, now replaced by flaring nostrils and furrowed brows. This is no longer a joking matter to him.
My eyes drift lower.
His scales are protruding.
Your cunt is so snug around me, Kyros continues. Was made for my cock.
He moves, twisting so he’s hovering over me, his nose grazing against mine. He looks me in the eyes, his pupils fully blown, then drifts lower. His lips graze against my throat.
You’re going to make me cum again.
He spreads my thighs and slots himself between them, fitting his hips flush against me. I can just barely feel the hard ridge of his cock beneath his scales, but I know what’s coming. This time, I’m prepared.
Kyros pulls back his hips, pressing his stomach against mine until the tip of his cock peeks through the scales. Then he surges forward, shoving himself inside me.
Scales press against my clit.
And they rub with every thrust.
The cave fills with wet sounds and broken breathing almost immediately.
Kyros loses rhythm within seconds, the pollen dragging him back toward animalistic instinct.
One moment he’s watching my face, visibly trying to control himself.
The next, he’s burying his face against my throat and thrusting hard enough to scratch my back against stone.
Every pulse of red beneath his skin grows brighter the closer he gets, and when he cums, it’s with a groan that shakes the entire cavern.
He collapses beside me, his chest heaving. I stare up at the ceiling, doing the same.
“Are you okay?” he pants.
I lull my head to the side.
Kyros is already staring at me, his bottom lip worried between his teeth.
I reach out, taking his hand. “I’m good,” I admit. “This is good for me.”
Kyros doesn’t look fully convinced, so I release his hand and brush my fingers over the fins at his neck. When he flinches, my smile grows.
“You’ll know if I’m unhappy,” I promise.
Kyros blows out a breath, bubbles erupting. “Is that a threat?”
“A little bit.”
He settles back down, letting his attention travel around the cave.
“I like this cave,” I admit, following his gaze.
Kyros frowns. “I hate it.” The anger in his voice shocks me. “Males pride themselves in preparing a comfortable cove for their mates. This is…” He scoffs. “This is unsatisfactory.”
His gaze sweeps across the cramped space with open irritation. He looks over the uneven stone floor and the lack of woven bedding before finally glaring at the jagged rock walls.
Then his eyes land on me, and his expression tightens. “I should’ve taken you somewhere better.”
The quiet sincerity in his voice catches me completely off guard.
I shrug. “There was no warning. We can plan better next time.”
“I will plan better.”
“Okay.”
My eyes drift shut.
I’m not sure how long I sleep for, but I wake up on my stomach. There’s a heavy weight draped over my back, and Kyros’s forehead is pressing against my spine. Hands travel up my thighs and over my ass. When he spreads me, I wince.
“Kyros,” I whisper. “I’m sore.”
Kyros stills. I can practically feel him fighting with his instinct—fighting against the urge to push inside me. I wouldn’t be all that surprised if he did, and I wouldn’t stop him.
But he doesn’t.
He pulls back, putting space between us, and spins me around. I lean back, shocked as he plops onto his butt by my feet and shoves his hand into his slit.
His tail bulges as he grabs hold of himself, fisting his cock inside his pocket. He works his hand up and down, stroking himself fast. Deep, filthy moans erupt from his throat, each one sending a shiver down my spine.
He jerks his chin toward my legs, his order silent.
I obediently spread my thighs.
Crimson flares as he strokes himself faster, his tail thrashing hard enough to shake the cave. He looks enormous like this.
He stares at the cum still seeping from me as he touches himself.
“Can you take it out for just a second?” I ask. More accurately, I beg. “I want to see it.”
Kyros grunts but obliges. He pulls his cock out, letting me see the full length of it. It’s flesh-toned, maybe a little pinker at the tip, and it’s so thick. I lick my lips, my hips jerking as he strokes himself.
His grip looks tight.
It only tightens as he begins to cum. He curls his hand around the base, his head thrown back as he spills into the water between us. It drifts away, mixing with the red pollen and the evidence of his earlier releases.
He puts himself away within a split second, his upper lip curling like he’s in pain.
The earlier frenzy is fading now, replaced with exhaustion so thick, I can feel it settling over both of us. Red pollen still drifts through the water in lazy clouds, glowing faintly whenever it catches the algae light.
Kyros shuts his eyes.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
He opens his eyes. “I should be asking you that.”
I shift closer, my legs brushing against his tail. He tenses at the contact before forcing himself to relax.
“The bloom has never been like this,” he admits. “People have always said it’s stronger for mated Mer…but I never expected it to be like this.” He glances toward the entrance sealed behind the massive stone. “I’ve trapped you in here.”
I shrug. “I don’t mind.” A week ago, the idea would’ve terrified me.
There’s tension packed into every inch of his body. His fingers flex against the cave floor repeatedly, like he’s resisting the urge to sink them into something.
Or someone.
Me.
Kyros eventually relaxes, his expression softening. I lean against him, trying my best to convey that this is okay. He’s not hurting me.
He brushes his knuckles along my jaw. “You should sleep.”
“You first.”
“I can’t.”
I look at the bags beginning to emerge under his eyes. “You look exhausted.”
Kyros chuckles. “I am exhausted.” His smile grows as he flicks my nose. “Pleasing you is hard work.”
Pleasing me? I can’t help but snort. We both know he isn’t trying very hard to please me. This man is acting all for himself—I just happen to be reaping some benefits. That’s fine. I’m sure he’ll make up for it later.
He’s said as much himself.
“I threatened to bite someone’s arm off earlier,” he whispers.
I snort.
“And I hissed at a fish.”
I let out a full-blown laugh.
Kyros nudges his shoulder against mine. “You think this is funny?”
“A little.”
“Hm.”
Kyros lies down, pulling me on top of his chest. He rests his hand on my waist, his touch soothing. The warmth of the cave, mixed with the weight of Kyros’s heavy arm, drag me under faster than I expect.
The last thing I remember is Kyros’s tail curling around my legs.
Then darkness.