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This was insane. He’d only come over to apologize for being presumptuous. Christina was his king’s guest, and Palaemon had insulted her. He was here to fix this, because keeping the peace was part of his duty to the kingdom of Vythos.
Instead he’d all but told the human he wanted to rut with her. And she was willing.
She swept her tongue across her bottom lip again, and he forgot all about duty, as his cock strained to break through his armor. “If I show you, you’ll have to show me,” he heard himself say. It was only fair.
Christina gulped and nodded.
“Take off that robe.” Issuing orders came easily to him; he’d been a general for centuries.
It should come as no surprise that Christina let the robe glide down her body and pool to the floor without hesitation. “Now you,” she said. Her nipples stretched the material covering her breasts—a material so thin, he made out the outline of her areolas.
He shook his head, forcing his gaze back to her face. “Take off your top.”
She hugged herself. “It’s your turn.”
“Take off your top. Don’t make me say it again.” He expected her to ask, or what? or tell him to leave her room, but she dropped her arms and heaved a sigh before reaching behind her and undoing the straps holding the thing in place. It still clung to her, and he watched mesmerized as she peeled it off, leaving her creamy flesh uncovered.
He wanted to taste her skin. Trap a nipple between his teeth and feel the hard peak with his tongue. Graze it with his palm before kneading her supple flesh.
He wanted to own her.
The need to claim her was overwhelming, let alone surprising. For years, he’d believed his feelings for Pherusa went beyond friendship; she’d been his responsibility and should therefore belong to him. Those feelings were tame, compared to the ferocity of his desire for Christina. He didn’t even know this human, but she was for him.
She would be his. Tonight.
“Still too many clothes,” he told her.
She gave him a defiant look, the squaring of her shoulders pushing out her breasts. “Not until you take off that armor.”
His hands tingled. He ached to cup her face and kiss her and spank her bottom for her insolence. “You’ve seen me fully naked. I won’t shed my armor until we’re even.”
She turned her back to him, and for a second he thought she’d dismissed him, but then she leaned forward, hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her bottoms, and glided the scrap of fabric down her perfect legs. The curve of her ass arched toward him, and it was all he could do not to cross the distance between them and grab one cheek in each hand.
Her panties on the floor, Christina straightened, stepped out of them, and turned toward him. The scarlet of her cheeks had spread down her neck and chest, but she held his gaze. “Well?” She spread her arms to the sides with the grace of an anemone. He’d known her breasts were perfect for his hands even before she was undressed, but he hadn’t imagined she’d be smooth and hairless between her legs.
He trailed his gaze back to her face and her gorgeous blue eyes, such a different, paler hue than his. “You’re beautiful.” He didn’t mean it as a compliment; he was stating a fact.
Her watery smile belied the confidence in her stance. “And you’re still dressed.”
Her gaze followed his every move, as he undid the straps holding his breastplate in place, and bared first his chest and then his loins to her. His cock oozed a clear drop of precum and jerked toward her, as determined to be buried in her body as Palaemon was.
Christina swallowed audibly, making no effort to look up from his shaft. “You’re hard.”
“Have been since I met you.” He grinned. “While I was in human form, that is. You know—the one with a cock.”
Her startled laugh sounded like music to his ears, but the silence that followed was awkward. The couple meters between them felt vast, and with every second that passed, crossing it became more difficult.
“Now what?” Christina asked.
There was only one possible answer to that. “Now, I take you.”
She shivered, and her nipples puckered further.
Palaemon didn’t wait for more of an invitation. He strode to her, buried one hand in her golden mane, and swept in for a kiss. She moaned the moment he touched his lips to hers, and opened up, her warm mouth inviting. He thrust his tongue between her lips, and she timidly massaged it with hers. His erection dug into her stomach, as she clutched his shoulders and pressed into him.
She tasted of the sea anemone and sugar, and he wanted to savor all of her. Pulling on her hair, he arched her neck so he could nibble on her earlobe. “Remember my name. I want you to scream it when you come on my tongue.”
She jerked back to look at him, and he waggled his eyebrows before grabbing her ass with both hands, lifting her, and tossing her back on the bed. Her hair fanned on the white bedsheets, and her skin was flushed, and she was more gorgeous than any nymph or Nereid or even goddess he’d ever laid eyes on. It made sense that he’d fall on his knees to worship her.
He crawled on the mattress between her legs and used his arms to pin her thighs open while he brushed his lips across her naked mound. “So smooth.” Pointing his tongue into a spear, he drew a line up her slit.
Christina pushed down against him, and he bit her inner thigh, making her squeal. He laved the tender flesh with his lips and tongue, and then returned to the part of her that had him drooling—her bare pussy. He lapped at her juices like they were nectar. Her sweetness sparked on his taste buds as he pushed his tongue inside her, augmenting his desire. He sucked on her clitoris, and Christina fisted handfuls of his hair and ground into his mouth.
“You’re so good at this,” she muttered. “So good...”
He’d meant to make her orgasm with his mouth, but he needed to be sheathed inside her tight pussy. Now. “Don’t come until I tell you to,” he said.
“Typical male. Like these things happen on demand.” Christina’s eyeroll gave way to a naughty smirk, as he climbed up her body to give her another kiss. His cock nudged her entrance, and she tilted her hips.
“I owe you an oral release,” he whispered against her lips.
She smiled and pressed down against him. Oceanus, she was wet. Unwilling to restrain himself a moment longer, Palaemon drove forward, burying himself inside her in one hard push. Her walls closed around his length like a velvet fist, threatening to undo him.
“I’ll hold you to that.” She scraped her fingernails down his arms hard enough to raise welts, and thrust her hips up to meet his next thrust. “Now fuck me.”
Oh, his little mortal was a hellion. He smacked her thigh. “You don’t tell me what to do, female.”
Christina growled and rocked her hips faster. She liked it hard. Good. He pounded into her, and almost came undone when she lifted her leg to wrap her arm around it. She was spread out beneath him, allowing him to go deeper.
Her grin was feral, as she locked her gaze on his. He could get lost in the blue of her eyes.
But the blue faded under a bright green that overtook her irises and spread to the whites.