“Helios, you’re drooling,”says Beet through the bracelet.
“Can you blame me?” I retort. “Look at him! He’s fucking gorgeous!”
She sighs. “Humans…”
In the past three months, we’ve been having sex in every room in theBeetle, and in all the positions known to mankind. At first, I was a little self-conscious about an AI always watching, until she said one day, “Oh, get over yourself. You’re not that interesting to watch.”
Point taken.
Most days, she does give us the illusion of privacy by keeping her virtual mouth shut.
By the time Griffin reaches me, he’s almost dry. It must be nice to be a walking furnace. No wonder he can dive with dolphins at six in the morning in December without batting an eyelid.
I rise to my knees to welcome him with a kiss.
“The dolphins have anything interesting to say?” I ask.
Griffin was raised in one of the labs on the Pacific coast. He has been swimming since he was three. He helped retrieve the Leviathan’s scales for theBeetle’s hull when he was fourteen, which later led to the destruction of his first home. And yet, surprisingly, he doesn’t hate the ocean or the old gods dwelling in the depths.
“They said it’s too bad they couldn’t meet you.”
“Did they, now?” I trail a hand over his abs. From where I’m kneeling in front of him, he’s a sight to behold. I reach for his swim shorts. “You better take those off before climbing on my blanket,” I say, pulling them down gently. “They’re still wet.”
Griffin’s eyes turn predatory as he lets me undress him. I marvel at the sight of him naked in front of me in broad daylight. We’ve come a long way in the past few months. Here, on a beach hidden under the cliffs, I’m the only one to witness his surrender. It took me a few weeks, but I hammered into him the certainty that I worshiped his body without a care for his differences. Actually, quite the opposite. Ilovehis differences.
His two cocks are already hard as they spring out of his swim shorts. The red scales around his groin turn into dark ridges at the top of his dicks. By now, I know how they feel in my hands and on my tongue.
I rub my face on him, teasing. Griffin hisses.
“Enough playing,” he says, his voice so deep.
He puts his thumbs over my lips, then pries them open gently. My tongue darts over his fingers, inviting him in. That’s all it takes for him to push his bottom cock into my mouth. I groan as I taste him. I can never get enough of him. His other penis, the bigger one, rubs against my cheek. Fuck, I wish I could take both at once.
Griffin grabs the back of my head gently and starts to move. He knows how I like it. I like him to be gentle every moment of every day, except when we’re fucking. When we’re fucking, I want to get a glimpse of the dragon hiding under his skin. I want him to use me until I forget my own name.
My eyes roll back, and saliva drips on my chin as he hits the back of my throat, over and over again. My lips burn from the friction with his ridges.
I look at him at some point, standing above me. His horns have grown longer, and his eyes glow. His dark nails are digging into my skin as he holds my head.Fuck yes!
Tears stream down my face as I get a hold of his thighs, begging him to give it to me. He growls and speeds up, until he comes down my throat. He tastes like smoke andhome. I rub a hand over my erection. It feels tight under my clothes.
Griffin only came with one cock and he’s far from done with me, to my delight. He hoists me in his arms in one swift motion, and I laugh as he carries me inside theBeetle.
He drops me on the couch in the living room before finding the bottle of almond oil in a drawer. We go through that oil extremely fast. Luckily, we stocked up last month.
When he comes back, looking like a demon of lust, he bends me over the couch and buries my face in the cushions. I gasp as he pulls down my pants, and I feel his breath over my naked skin. Air rushes out of my lungs as his pointy tongue licks my entrance. I took a long bath last night before bed but fell asleep before he could give it to me. It looks like I’m in luck this morning.
I gasp and squirm as his mouth and tongue work their way through the ring of muscles. Griffin pulls my arms behind my back and holds me still.
In a matter of minutes, he leaves me gasping for air on the couch, wanting him so badly that it hurts.
“Please…” I beg.
His only answer is a growl. His fingers, slippery with oil, start stretching me. I try to push against him for more.More!But his large hand encircles my throat, and he pulls me to him.
“Be patient, Helios,” he says in my ear.
Patienceis a word alien to me when he’s fingering my prostate.
