Harpy Boyfriend: Lykomedes #2 (special preview)

Lykomedes picks me up and sets me on a stone so we are at eye level. His hands tighten around my arms and he glares at me. “Why did he kiss you?” His snarls sound like he’s in pain. “Why did you let him?”

“I don’t know,” I gasp.

“Stop saying that!” There is a whine to his voice despite how angry he is trying to sound. “You let him kiss you! I saw it-” his voice breaks. “Why did you let him do that?”

I place my hands on his chest and smooth them up to his neck and face. “I wanted to know,” I whisper. I’m shocked when I feel a wetness on my fingertips.

“Know what?” Lykomedes snaps.

I screw up my courage and push down all my negative thoughts and feelings. I had been trying to fight it all back to save myself from the vulnerability, but now I know there is no possible way to avoid it. 

I huff and grumble to myself before I speak again. “I wanted to know if you were the only person I wanted to kiss.”

His hands slip down my arms.

“Usui was a good kisser too!” I frown. “And he was very attractive. But when I kissed him and when I was even just talking to him, I was thinking about you! Yes, your kisses are a little rough. Sure, you bite a lot. But there is no one in all the oceans I want to kiss more than you. I don’t even think about anyone else that way!” I glare at him and nod my head. “So there. I got my answer and you got yours! You happy, you big baby?” I smoosh his face between my palms, pursing out his lips and mashing his cheeks together. “So kiss me before I slap some sense into you!”

Lykomedes fills the gap between us, he kisses me and I meet each surge of pressure back. I wrap my arms around him, making sure he doesn’t pull away until I’ve had my fill. 

Our lips pop as we finally break and Lykomedes places a soft, gentle kiss to the tip of my nose.

“He tasted weird anyways,” I grumble. “And his tongue was too stubby.”

Lykomedes laughs and kisses me again. “You’re so easy,” he teases. “I got you to confess before I even had to really turn on the water works.”

“Oh sure, you were playing me the whole time,” I scoff. “You’re such a little boy. Someone else plays with your toy and you get all huffy and mad.”

“It’s not a toy I was mad about,” Lykomedes whispers with such tenderness. He brushes my hair from my face and gazes into my eyes.