“You want them to watch? To ask themselves—how long their wickie has had a strange man locked away in his house to fuck as he pleases?” Alba pulled at Eridanys’ hair as the weight of the tail rubbed between his legs, biting his lip before sitting up and turning his body, catching Eridanys off guard and rolling him onto his back. Straddling the siren’s waist, Alba stared down at him through half-lidded eyes, already flushed. “No,” he said. “Not a man. A siren. Like this—I said I wanted it just like this.”
