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Fucking try, you danger whore.
"I've never seen horns on a person before. Well, not a person but, you know, someone who kind of looks like one… Not that you look human because humans don't have tails, horns, black and red skin… but you get what I mean."
"Yeah. I do." He smiles. "This is the longest I've been in my true form on earth. It feels different than when I'm at home."
"How so?"
"My skin is more sensitive out here, where it can withstand the hottest fires down there. It might be my lack of magic. Without it, I'm not able to fit in with humans and look more like you."
"Good. Why be ordinary when you can be exactly as you are? Being all the same is boring. A little variety never hurt anyone."
"You keep surprising me," he says, running a hand through the back of my hair, his long claws gently scratching my scalp. Lord almighty.
"In a bad way?" I ask, trying to distract my mind from the euphoric sensations of his fingers. The perfect combination of rough and gentle. He's like no one I've ever met either.
He shakes his head, pressing his nose to mine, and his radiating heat keeps me where I am, making me want to stay here forever. No sweaters, hoodies, or blankets are needed whenever he's around. "In the best ways. You're nothing like any other human I've ever met. You hum in your sleep, laugh with your eyes closed, don't ever know where you're putting your hands until I bring it to your attention."
The last statement catches me off guard. "Huh?"
Grinning, his gaze falls between us, and my fingers are stroking his nipples. What the hell is wrong with my hands? They have a mind of their own. Maybe I should ask them if they wish to be alone with him because they clearly don't know how to follow orders.
"I'm sorry." I swim back, my foot catching on a rock. "Fuck," I scream, hopping on one foot while I grab at the other.
"What is it, baby? What happened?"
Baby. There's that name again, and here I am lighting up from the use of endearment like last time. No one has ever called me that before. He says he knows I'm not Albert and yet is still calling me baby.
"Did you hurt yourself? Are you okay? You're not losing consciousness, are you?"
"What?" Pain stinging my foot brings my attention back to what's happening.
"You don't look so good. Let's get you out of the water."
Before I can respond, he lifts me in his arms. This guy, who’s a whole foot shorter than me and probably half my weight, is carrying me to the sand with zero issues. I'm enjoying it way too much. I like how his size doesn't represent his strength and how he looks on the outside is contradictory to how he is on the inside. He takes me by surprise too.
Setting me on the sand, he examines my body carefully, his face tensing when his gaze reaches my foot. Jumping back, fire sprouts from the tip of his tail.
"What is it? Did I cut it that bad?"
"You…" He holds his hand to his nose, his eyes hungry and darkening. "Your foot is bleeding. You hit something."
"A rock I think."
"Maybe some broken coral reef. You have cuts all along the bottom. You don't know how to go long without injuring yourself, do you?"
"Excuse me, no one told you to keep coming to my rescue like Hercules. And this happens more around you."
"So you're saying it happens without me too?"
"Yes." I lift myself up on my elbows before forcing myself into a seated position to check out the damage. "But I usually get a small break before the next occurrence."
His laughter dies quickly when he lifts my foot again. Pain shoots up my body when he drops it to the ground.
"What the fuck, man. Why did you do that?" Turning away from me in shame, he cowers into himself. Blood soaks the sand and I finally realize what's wrong. Being near my wound is hard for him.
"I can't help you, I'm sorry. You smell too good and I'm worried I'll lose control if I come close again."
Bending my knees a little, I scoot back in an attempt to help the situation. "Can you really heal my wounds?"
