Author Charlie Richards
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Seashells, Surf, & a Merman
Tales of the Briny Nix: Book Two
Beneath the Deep: The wonders of the ocean holds the greatest of mysteries.
Kratos has always done his duty as a guard of Aquila City, a thriving city of mermen, with confidence and resolve. When several royals cause fracturing within the courts, he needs to pick a side. He's uncertain, until he realizes his decision to allow his old friend, Zarek, to get away several moon cycles before made the decision for him. Kratos realizes he's a target...and he's not the only one. Sent on a mission to locate the lighthouse where Zarek is hiding out, Kratos runs across a massive human walking along the beach, searching for seashells. The man's name is Easton Ritton. One whiff of the hulking human's scent intrigues him. A taste of his blood confirms it. The large male is Kratos's Adelfi Psychi, the other half of his soul. Best of all, Easton knows Zarek and about mermen. Unfortunately, the human doesn't consider himself gay, and he fights their attraction. Along with that, someone has followed Kratos, putting everyone's lives in danger. Can Kratos woo his reluctant gentle giant and keep everyone safe?
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Kratos couldn’t believe his good fortune. As he subtly inhaled the big, redheaded human’s scent, he realized the male could very well be his Adelfi Psychi—the other half of his soul. He would love to wrap the man in his arms and bury his nose against his neck so he could get a real, deep whiff of him. Even better would be to cup his nape, tilt his head to just the right angle, and seal their lips together so he could plunder his mouth.
Feeling his dick plump in the sheath hidden behind his sarong at his thoughts, Kratos gave himself a mental shake.
Now is not the time.
Still, the man had claimed to know Wayne, a name which Kratos recognized as Zarek’s Adelfi Psychi. He’d even offered him a ride. While it had been a good one hundred and fifty years since Kratos had been on shore, surely that still meant the same thing.
Could the human’s friendliness have to do with him feeling a pull toward him, too?
Kratos knew there was only one way to find out. He nodded and held out his hand. “I am Kratos Arginon,” he said, pausing when the human took his hand. A tingle went through his limb at the contact, causing his nipples to bead in the cool sea air. Clearing his throat, he managed to continue, “I would like to take you up on your offer.”
The human glanced at their still-clasped hands. Then, after clearing his throat, he tugged lightly as he offered, “Easton Ritton.”
While Kratos to release the man, he knew he must. One didn’t just pounce on someone they were attracted to. A human needed to be wooed. That way, there was some trust built before explaining that Kratos wasn’t human, but a water spirit.
“Nice to meet you, Easton,” Kratos rumbled, smiling up at the larger male. “And thank you again.”
Kratos found that fascinating, looking up to a male. Not just an inch or two, either. He would guess the human had at least four, maybe five inches on him.
I think I kinda like that.
“Sure, man,” Easton responded. Moving a couple of steps away, his attention obviously still on him, the human knelt next to a pile of clams. “I just need a few more, then I’ll be ready to go.”
Kratos stared at the mostly pearly-white shellfish. “Mya arenaria,” he murmured. “You eat them?”
Easton paused in his action of digging up another clam. “You know the Latin name for soft shell clams?” His orangish-red brows had shot up, and he appeared impressed. “And, yep. My buddies and me love ’em.”
Nodding, Kratos lowered to his knees in the chilly sand. “I do as well,” he told the man, pleased that they’d already found something in common. “Allow me to assist.”
After seeing Easton nod, Kratos began digging up a clam. The human glanced his way, then reached out and rested his fingers on the back of his hand. “Stop,” he ordered. “That one’s not big enough.”
Kratos paused in his movements, enjoying the human’s touch, light though it was. “Ah, of course,” he murmured. Peering at the human’s pile once more, he noticed that all of them were larger than the one he’d been about to pull up. It seemed all of them were longer than his forefinger. “My mistake.”
“Be careful,” Easton cautioned. “If I’m caught harvesting clams that are too small, I could lose my license, and that would suck.”
While Kratos didn’t understand the meaning of Easton’s words, his inflection was clear. The outcome would be regrettable and was to be avoided. Nodding, Kratos swept his gaze over the sand bed again.
“Ah, this one is better, yes?” Kratos asked, pointing. Once Easton nodded, Kratos turned his attention to dig up the clam. “How long have you been gathering your own clams?”
Easton placed the clam he’d been digging up on his pile before answering, “Ever since I was old enough to buy a license at eighteen.”
Kratos cocked his head and swept his gaze over the big man. He took in the bunched muscles of his bent legs, the fine sprinkle of pale red hairs on them, and large hands with thick, blunt fingers. Finally, his gaze rose up the strong lines of the man’s neck, and he admired the pale brown spots on his skin.
“And how old are you, my handsome man,” Kratos asked absently, his focus riveted on the misshapen dots instead of on censoring his tongue. Unable to contain his curiosity, he reached out and touched the human’s neck, sliding the pads of his fingers over several of the marks. “And what are these?”
Easton froze under his touch for just an instant—a glorious, wonderful few seconds where the human allowed him to caress his skin. Then, the man jerked away from him. He focused on him as he lifted his own fingers to his neck, leaving small globs of sand smeared across his skin.
“Do I have something on my neck?” Easton asked, his brows furrowed in obvious confusion. “A bug or sand or somethin’?”
“No, it’s part of your skin,” Kratos replied, leaning closer. He just couldn’t help himself. The human smelled just too damn fantastic. “They’re like…light brown dots.”
Easton’s brows furrowed. “My freckles?”
Kratos touched his neck again for a second, then drew his hand away. “Freckles,” he murmured, repeating the word. “Fascinating.” He returned his hand to his knee, still staring. “Do you have them all over?”
Cocking his head, Easton gaped. “Uh, yeah, uh…”
“That must be stunning,” Kratos commented, sweeping his gaze over the man’s jacket-clad torso once more. “I would love to count them.”
Easton paused, his brows furrowing. “Really?”
“Oh, yes, handsome,” Kratos confirmed. Smiling at the big human, he offered, “With my tongue and teeth.”
Seeing Easton’s face take on a pink hue as well as his neck, Kratos wondered how far that color spread. Did it go all the way down his chest? Had his nipples beaded, too? Reacting on the urge to find out, he reached toward the man, intending to grab his jacket and pull it from his shoulders.
Kratos’s movement must have startled Easton, for the human raised a hand, palm out in a warning gesture. He stilled, lifting one brow. Easton’s lips widened into a smile even as his cheeks darkened a bit more.
“If I’m understanding you right, you’re comin’ on to me,” Easton stated, lowering his hand to his knee. He shrugged one massive shoulder as he gave him a bright grin. “I’m flattered, but I’m not gay.”