Linda Gayle by Surrender to Paradise

Lyric. We beg you.” Moana slid to his knees, the sight of the powerful, young warrior in that submissive pose so unintentionally erotic that she actually felt the beginning twinges of an orgasm spiraling up through her pussy.
    Stumbling back a step then forcing her feet toward the bedroom, Lyric said, “I need answers. I need to know…what to do.” Her words came out choppy as she yanked on shorts and a T-shirt and shoved her feet into flip-flops. When she returned to the main room, the men stood side by side, staring at her with their big, dark eyes. Her heart tumbled. Maybe they really did need her, but what the hell was she supposed to do with a couple of dolphin-men?
    Henri would know. Henri would tell her. She held up a hand. “I’ll be back, I promise. Don’t panic.”
    Their big shoulders relaxed marginally. Moana glanced at Rahiti and said something in their language. Rahiti answered him then turned to her. “He worries we might change back if we’re not near you. It’s probably best if we wait near the shore. Or in the water.” Disappointment colored his tone.
    If they regained their fishy forms, would she be able to make them men again? A chill ran through her. Then she would’ve blown the chance to have had probably the most incredible sex of her life with two of the hottest guys she’d ever seen. To say nothing of the fact that she would have relegated them back to their cursed existences.
    Putting her fists on her hips, she said, “I don’t think that’ll happen. If this was meant to be, my wandering away for an hour won’t jinx it.”
    Rahiti’s brows creased, but only briefly. “We must trust you.”
    “With our lives,” Moana agreed.
    Well, great, not too much pressure there. Her body really wanted to stay and sample what they had started to offer her, but her will mastered it, and Lyric walked to the door. They followed her out, faces long.
    “Don’t go too far, and don’t worry,” she said. “Henri and his wife live at the other end of the island. It’s about a mile, so that means I should be back in an hour or so, depending on how long we talk.”
    Moana gazed at the sun, probably measuring where it would be in that time. Rahiti put his hands on her waist and drew her in for a soft kiss. As if she was on autopilot or had done this many times before, Lyric tipped her head back to receive it. A delicious little thrill zinged through her at the brush of his lips, and the same sparkling energy sped into her fingertips and toes when Moana echoed his movement, touching his mouth to hers almost chastely. Reverently.
    Their obvious caring warmed her all the way through, and that wasn’t good. If her heart got tangled up the way her body already was, she’d be in serious, serious trouble with these two. Her jaw clenched with determination, Lyric waved to them and set off for Henri’s.

    * * * *

    Moana watched Lyric go and couldn’t quite believe she was leaving them. Rahiti stared after her also, his expression forlorn. Moana touched his friend’s arm, drawing his gaze. “Rahiti, she will come back for us.”
    “I know.” He rubbed the back of his neck and gazed toward the water. “We should go to the shore. In case.”
    “Yes.”
    They walked together to the hated ocean, deceptive and ensnaring in its beauty. Moana didn’t care if he never set foot in it again. The idea of becoming a dolphin once more, being helplessly enslaved in a shape that denied him the pleasure of touching another human in the way he needed to, burned like a flame in his mind. He clutched Rahiti’s arm as they stopped, and the waves licked at their toes. “I cannot return to the sea,” he said.
    “It’s only until she returns.”
    “I mean…” He swallowed, unable to meet his friend’s gaze.
    Rahiti put his arm around his shoulders and drew him against his side. “I know what you mean,” he murmured. “I’m beginning to feel the same way. Better we die as men than continue on as