“I think it’s more likely he’ll remember what he’s missing,” Nereus says. The smile on his face softens his features as he continues to tease me with the suckers on his tentacles. “I love seeing the way your pretty face contorts when I pleasure you.”
I close my eyes, throwing my head back as I do. He wraps another tentacle around the back of my body, the end of it tickling the back of my legs as he slowly finds his way toward my asshole. The amphoria makes every time he touches me almost push me over the edge, and then he rakes his teeth over my pulse as he slowly penetrates my ass with an expert tentacle. “How does that feel, my love?” he asks. “I want to hear you.”
He’s doing this on purpose; he normally doesn’t care how vocal I am, though I’m never particularly quiet.
But I know who this is for. It isn’t just for me.
This is for Kye.
And it’s turning Nereus on. I can see it written all over his face.
“It feels so good,” I say, my breath catching in my throat. “You feel so good when you fuck me, Ner.”
The tentacle teasing my clit slowly makes its way inside of me, and I’m so wet and horny that I barely realize I’m thrusting my hips against him so I can feel the friction of his touch. Another sucker on his tentacle sucks on my clit, igniting every single nerve ending inside of me as I rock back and forth on him, the amphoria making my orgasm come in intense waves that make me scream out his name.
Ner traces the outline of my lower lip as I open my mouth, his thumb finding its way toward my tongue as he suddenly takes his tentacle out of my pussy but continues to fuck my asshole rhythmically enough to keep me riding the wave.
“I want to be inside of you,” he said breathlessly.
“Please,” I reply, my voice shaking. I wrap my arms around his shoulders so I can keep myself close to him in the water. He’s holding me upright, but I want to feel the hardness of his muscles pressed against my chest, his auburn hair tickling my skin as sets his lagoon green eyes on me. “Please.”
With his free arm, he pulls me closer to him until our bodies are flush together, lowering himself slightly so he can press his cock into me. I’ve had sex with him so many times; I guess I should be used to the star-shaped head and the impressive girth, but every time, it’s alittletoo much. And each time that happens, I can feel heat spreading from my abdomen to the top of my head, to the tips of my fingers and toes.
“Gods, you’re so wet,” he says, his eyes closing suddenly. “It’s like…”
“Like you can feel my heartbeat?” I ask, the words he said the first time we had sex branded on my brain. We were each other’s firsts, and everything about it has become a core memory.
He smiles, then presses his lips into mine, and he’s kissing me as he fucks me again, harder and harder this time, our tongues intertwined in our mouths until we’re both out of breath.
I’m about to reach the pinnacle of my orgasm again and tighten my legs and arms around him, which cues him into speeding up just enough to send me tumbling over the edge—I’m screaming again, except this time, I don’t knowwhatI’m screaming.
It’s just nonsense, moans turning into incoherent sound right into Nereus’ mouth until he grunts and slows, his eyes shooting open again. “Oh, gods, you feel so good,” he mutters, his voice much quieter than mine, and the water around us sparkles and shines with amphoria as he spends himself inside of me.
He presses his forehead against mine. Both of us try to catch our breath as he lets go of me. I wait for him to get soft inside of me, and he slowly pulls his tentacle out of my ass, both of us basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
He presses his lips against mine again for a second. “You’re so beautiful,” he says. “Every time I’m with you, regardless of everything happening around us, I feel blessed.”
I reach up so I can slide his hair away from his forehead. I agree, but right now, it’s hard to think. I’m flooded with relief as I look up at his face, at the small cut on his cheek. “How’s your head?”
“Fine,” he says. “I think you two saved me again.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” I reply, cracking a smile.
“You said it was serious.”
“It was,” I say. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“And I’m so glad I have you and Kye to watch out for me,” he replies. I don’t think he means anything bad by it, but the mention of Kye’s name makes something twist inside of me. He catches the look on my face and opens his mouth to apologize, but I shake my head. I don’t want him to. He’s also spent, and he sounds totally sincere.
“Yeah,” I reply. “Me too.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
ORION
I’ve only been on Scylla once before, during the cold, long winter. My companions and I once used this planet as a training ground for the Wild Hunt, Preceptor Lynx forcing us here as a way to adapt us to extreme temperatures.
Fiona is busy with Nereus and Kye, Gliss is trying to fix the ship, and the older Skoll—Sten—looks after Taln’s brother. Ryker and I aren’t friends, exactly, but any animosity between us seems to have dissipated as he focuses more and more on his body’s reaction to Fiona.