“You arewildon my cock,” he grates, taking over the job of stroking my clit, using two fingers and somehow doing a much better job than me. So much that my core quickens around him, preparing for release. Tightening. “My mate wants so badly to be pregnant, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Your young pussy demands it. So sweet and silky. Calling to my sperm.”
“Fill me.”
“It’s right here for you,” he says in my ear, his hot breath bathing my neck. “Here comes the first spurt.”
Heat paints my intimate walls, and I moan, my hips slowing to a grind, accepting his gift with my head falling back on his shoulder. “Thank you.”
“Shhh. Here comes more,” he grunts, continuing to play with my nub, his fingers moving faster, faster, into a blur. “You give me some, too. Some of that slick juice that makes you squeak between the thighs when we fuck.”
“Yes,” I breathe, my tummy rippling, a zing shooting up from my toes, that ticklish feeling making me toss my head side to side, relief finally coursing through me in a scalding wave that shakes my naked body like an earthquake. I start to squeak. “Oh, Daddy.Daddy.”
“That’s my sexy little girl. Now you get the rest.” He groans loudly and tilts his hips, warm sperm flooding me, deep and sticky against my womb. He folds forward, flattening my breasts to the seat of the jet ski, thrusting into me with savage force from behind, and all the while, he peaks in a slow eruption, as if he’s savoring the moment, his breath rasping in my hair, his fingers trapped between the leather and my sex. “Mine. You are mine.” He slams forward one final time, and I cry out his name. “This is mine.”
“Yes, it’s yours. I’m yours.”
I love you.
Those three words are prepared to tumble out, but I press my lips together and catch them in time, even as I tremble and squirm through another orgasm, Moby gritting curses over my head, hissing, coming in an endless torrent.
I’ll say them soon enough.
Eight
Moby
After I make love to my little human, she falls asleep, of course. With Darla wrapped around me, I guide the jet ski carefully to the shore and turn off the engine. Holding her to my chest, I step onto the small beach within the cove and sit down, propping my back against the bottom of a stone cliff. Inhaling the sugar and roses scent of her hair, I allow her to sleep, cradled like a treasure in my lap.
For once, I am glad she has fallen asleep, because I need to think.
The sun is dipping down into the horizon, painting the sky pink and orange. If only I could enjoy the beautiful sunset with my love. But I can’t. Not at all. Because the setting of the sun signals the end of my twenty-four hours as a human. According to the sea witch’s Blight, I am destined to shift back into a whale…imminently.
There is only one way I can remain in this human form.
For Darla to tell me she loves me—and mean it.
But who could love me after such a short period of time?
That would be asking the impossible.
Sure,Iam painfully in love withDarla, but what if I admit the depth of my feelings and she feels pressure to say it back? Or she doesn’t love me yet at all?
I shiver at the thought.
But it’s more than possible. No one has ever said they loved me before.
Not even my own family.
No, my best course of action is to allow myself to shift back into a whale. I will find the sea witch and beg her to restore my human form—permanently. I will do whatever it takes. The sea witch is notorious for gleefully denying requests and she has no reason to grant me this wish, but maybe I can find some leverage?
Doubt beats in my veins, and that scares me.
I cannot abide any doubt where my Darla is involved.
Sweat breaks out along my hairline, rolls down my back. My heart knocks violently into my ribcage, as if it’s trying to my break bones.
