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“Keri, this is Ro. He’s the merman I was telling you about.”
My female, Keri, looks at me thoughtfully, her eyes skimming over me, taking me in. Her subtle energy spins out from her and caresses me. She is unaware of what she is doing but I relish the touch as it draws the response of the lure within my own magic. I feel my body respond in kind to a compatible mate, the flesh heating and my spine fins expanding even as my cock swells further to painful levels in its confinement. This is the dance of the song and lure, her magic and mine beginning to move together and learn of each other. Mating will only intensify it and solidify the link between our power.
Some species jealously guard their personal power, but not Aquana. We value this dance and the joining of powers. Though it increases our dependence on each other, it makes our magic stronger as it harmonizes. It’s something I want desperately, especially now that I’ve found her.
I allow small tendrils of my own energy to caress hers and watch her shift as her arousal blooms slightly in response. The effect is beautiful. She does not begin to unfurl her mating petals as a mermaid would to entice her potential mate to draw closer, but the sweet, wet scent of her cunt does increase, making me salivate.
Her magic and my lure are all it takes. Once we mate, we will hook and be one. Fate, the gods, and the source of all magic has decided. Keri will be mine.
Keri
I thinkI’m about to pass out. Although I’m working hard to control my breathing and every other reaction to the merman, I feel a fuzziness around the edges of my mind that suggests that I’m not doing as good of a job as I believe I am.
“An actual merman,” I murmur, fascinated despite the horror curling in my belly. I cut a sharp look at Adiele and summon my best“what the fuck?”look. Just because we were talking mermen yesterday didn’t mean I wanted to meet him. She gives me an apologetic look, and I clear my throat and look back at the male looming over me. “What brings you two here? Unless you were coming by to volunteer your time for an interspecies research assignment.”
“Actually…” Adiele begins, but Ro cuts her off and steps closer to my desk, drawing every single one of my brain cells to him.
My friend looks completely baffled, but I don’t blame her. Right now, I would list that as one of my forerunning emotions. It’s like my ability to reason took a hike the moment he entered the library.
“That is exactly why I have come,” he says, and by the gods his deep speaking voice is almost as beautiful as his singing. I have heard voices described as melodic, but I swear he was just shy of singing those words to me. “This interspecies research—it is so humans become more familiar with the other species sharing their world, correct?”
I quickly bob my head, relieved that there is an actual reason for his presence and that my overactive imagination that insists that he was hunting me—and sending little happy curls of lust through me in response—isn’t right. I clear my throat yet again as I start hunting for the paperwork. I’m not nervous. Not at all.
“That’s excellent!” I reply in my most upbeat voice that I usually reserve for children and the more difficult patrons. “I will have you fill out these papers, and the regional Master of the Arts, Thomas Clarence, will get ahold of you to assign you to a member of the Arcane Society of Magicians and Witches to begin the study.”
His eyes narrow slightly, and I blush at the intense focus of his attention. “I will not be paired with you?”
My panties die a fiery death from the look he gives me. Probably a good thing that there isn’t a snowball’s chance in hell of that happening. The honorary status given to me because I work here won’t put me anywhere in the running to work with him. Not when there are more highly qualified and experienced people waiting for the opportunity. Thank the gods. I don’t know if I would survive spending hours with him every day.
“I have no idea,” I say instead, giving him a bright smile. Regardless of the strange sexual tension I’m experiencing, I don’t want to mess this up. If that one little book is all we have regarding his species, then this is too good of an opportunity for us. “Just be prepared for a lot of strange questions. And personal ones,” I add. “I know for sure that they’re going to want to ask you about your species’ magic in the way you attract humans as well as your reproduction and anatomy.”
My mouth goes dry when he arches a brow, and a look of interest crosses his face as his lips curve in an alluring smile. “It depends on how this study is engaged—and with whom. If I am paired with you, I might offer a more tactile observation and exploration.”
My pussy screams yes, but the rest of me is staring like a deer in headlights. “I’m not sure if that’s going to be required, actually.”
His smile widens and he seems even more devastatingly attractive, sharp fangs and all. “I will be happy to do anything that is required—only if it is with you.”
I am not sure if I am blushing again or simply never stopped. My face is really warm, and my heart feels like it’s hammering away.
“Unless you are afraid,” he murmurs, and his expression loses its intensity to regard me in a way that is considerably softer—sweeter even.
I chuckle weakly and casually push the paperwork to him along with a pen. “I’m afraid that decision isn’t up to me, but there is a section at the end for anything you wish to add. I suppose that they would take it into consideration.”
Unlikely, but no reason to tell him that.
He peers down at it. “I do not know how to read or write your human characters.”
I should have realized. Most fae species have adapted quickly and have learned to read and write if they didn’t already know how. Why did I think he would magically know how to if he was coming from the freaking sea?
“Oh! I suppose that merfolk live so far out that you really don’t have any reason to learn,” I say quickly.
“Aquanas,” he interrupts, and I blink across the desk at him in confusion.
“Excuse me?”
Another smile stretches across his face, but this one far less heated as his eyes brighten and dance with amusement.
“We are Aquanas. Humans say merfolk, but this is our word for our kind,” he corrects gently and taps his chest with his first two fingers. “I am Ro.” He pauses for a second. “That is not entirely accurate. I am Ro’karek, hunter.”
