The anticipation became all he could think about, sliding a hand between them, where he thought he might find the man’s cock—but there were only flat, slippery scales. Alba groped further, until his fingers pressed into a dip in the muscles between his hips, sliding inside and summoning an animal sound from the man on top of him. “Careful, sailor,” Eridanys growled, and Alba nearly pulled his hand away in surprise, but Eridanys grabbed his wrist first. Smiling at him, darkly, intensely, then coaxing it back despite those words. “I don’t like to be teased. Tempt me at your own risk.”
