2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Liam

T he Selkie—Rhys—was even more gorgeous than I remembered. He had sleek, dark hair, and his bone structure reminded me of delicate fine china. Yet for a man that attractive, he looked lost and lonely. I wanted to take care of him－chase away the dark cloud that hung over his head. I need to find out what hurt him, and make it better.

But I had no idea what to say. I already knew why he was here, and what he did for a living. Small talk had never been my strong suit.

“Sorry.” He huffed under his breath, staring at the half empty glass as if trying to see if he could drown himself in it.

Fat chance.

“For what?”

“I fear I’m dreadful company.” He pursed his perfect lips.

“I’m not much better. I’ve used up all the small talk I can manage in a day.”

Rhys chuckled. “Gods, it’s the worst, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Relief flooded me when the man looked at me and smiled.

Wow!

I needed to be careful not to reveal just how gorgeous I thought he was. ut by Hestia, this guy lit my hearth on fire.

If I just reached out, I could run a hand through his lustrous dark hair and trace the rounded shells of his ear with my finger.

“Stop looking at me like that, Liam.” There was no heat in his words.hey came out in a low purr.

Shit, I’ve been undressing him with my eyes.

“Sorry,” I rasped, gulping a sip of my drink. Maybe I could drown myself in it?

“I have very little self restraint left and would prefer not to be thrown out for public indecency.”

Fuck. Me.

My cock filled so rapidly with blood that I feared I might faint.

“Want to take this up to my room?” He raised an elegant eyebrow at me.

I was at least ten years too old for one-night stands, but I, too, had very little self restraint left.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

We tipped back the dregs of our drinks, and I followed him out of the restaurant bar.

The lift was empty when we entered it. Rhys waited until the doors had slid shut behind us before caging me to the wall.

He didn’t kiss me but ran his nose down the length of my cheek, nuzzling my beard. Needing to hold on to him, I palmed his waist and drew him into my body.

He inhaled sharply.

“Too much?” I mumbled.

“Gods, no,” he huffed. “Not enough.” Pressing his cock fleetingly against mine made me groan as I felt how hard he was.

“Don’t worry.” My palm slipped down to give his arse a squeeze. “We’ll take care of that in a minute.”

We barely made it into his room at the far end of the fifth floor before I snapped. I spun Rhys around to face me, pulled him into my arms, and dragged his mouth on mine.

He tasted of honey and lime. He groaned as I ran my tongue over the seam of his lips to get him to open for me.

I had him up against the mirrored wall next to the door a moment later.

“Gods.” Rhys groaned again when my lips left his to kiss down his neck. The feel of my beard on the fresh stubble covering his skin was fucking delicious. “I’m happy to see you again.”

“I noticed,” I mumbled into the patch of skin I’d just licked, loving to feel his shudder, and pressed my hips to his.

“You had such a hard day, didn’t you?” I rumbled, dropping one hand to grip the ridge of his cock.

“Yes.” He whined, bucking his hips into my palm.

My other hand slid down to curl around his cheek, thumb pushing between his glistening lips, stroking his tongue.

“Daddy will take care of you. Would you like that, sweet pup?”