When Dr. Nick Gardiner goes on the run from a psychotic ex and ends up at Olympic Cove, the last thing he expects to find is his friend Ian living with two redheaded demigods and learning how to be a storm god. Adding to the confusion is a wounded merman named Aidan who washes up in the cove, requiring Nick’s professional help. As it turns out, the handsome mer and his partner Liam have other plans for the ER doctor—to claim him as their destined mate and fulfill his need to submit.
A chance encounter at a local junk shop reveals that Nick has his own role to play in Ian’s battle against the insane Nereid Thetis. Under the reluctant mentorship of Chiron, Nick must master the use of the Rod of Asclepius if he wants to rescue his mates from a deadly fate and help Ian save the planet.
Be Warned: BDSM, menage sex (MMM), m/m sex, double anal penetration, rimming, sex toys
Nick dove into the waves, enjoying the feel of the water as it rushed past him. He surfaced and grinned at the bright sunlight overhead.
Ian, you have no idea how good you’ve got it. The sky was a gorgeous shade of blue, dotted with fluffy clouds that trailed yesterday’s storm. All the greenery behind the cottage was rain-washed and glowing in the morning sun. The air smelled fresh and clean with a bracing salt undertone, and the water was just cool enough to be refreshing. Even the waves were perfect for body surfing and fooling around.
A powerful tail sliced up through the water, beating the surface for a moment before sinking back under it. Nick waited until Aidan’s upper body popped up, splashing foam around with abandon. It was like watching a finned angel dance in the water.
The merman threw his arms around Nick, giving him a blinding smile. “There you are! I knew you had to be here somewhere,” he said, nothing but joy in his voice.
Nick slid his arms around the merman’s waist. “Where else would I be?” he said, laughing a little. “I can’t let you wander off. You’re still my patient.”
“And you’re mo chuisle.”
The unfamiliar words set off an explosion of warmth and contentment in Nick’s chest. He ran his fingers along Aidan’s collarbone, touching the sternal notch and the thong neckband that rested over it. “What does mo chuisle mean?”
That sunburst smile changed, turning achingly sexy. “I’ll show you.”
And then Aidan’s mouth was on his, claiming him. Nick closed his eyes and gave himself over to the kiss and the delirious experience of having Aidan in his arms. The merman’s tongue played along his lips, exploring the seam before teasing it open.
Aidan’s arms tightened around him as their tongues greedily spiraled around each other. When the mer licked the roof of his mouth, it sent blood rushing to Nick’s cock. He rubbed against the smooth scales of Aidan’s lower half, loving the way they felt so slick against his shaft, the tiny bite of the edges adding a prickly, half-pleasant pain.
“Wait, chuisle. I’ll take care of you.”
A hand came down and wrapped around him, stroking from the root to the tip. He groaned softly from the pleasure, thrusting into Aidan’s grip. “Wait, what about you?”
Aidan feathered another kiss across his lips. “Later. Right now, let us take of you.”
Someone laughed softly behind him. An unexpected body fitted itself against his back, strong arms coming around him in a gentle hug. He looked down to see large webbed hands resting on his belly and chest. “Us,” the unseen person said, voice low and sweet. “Hello, chuisle. Nice to finally meet you.”