He grinned.
Shewantedto be bred.
But burning gills and an empty sack spoke of another pressing need—recovery.
Thumbing her clit just to make her buck in his palm, Nyx abandoned her at the height of her need.
Leaving her wanton and wanting.
Tasting fingers saturated in female slime, he purred. Tongue laving up every drop, he licked the salt from his digits, then turned.
Chuckling, he snaked toward the sea. Chasing the tide as it retreated.
Not bothering himself to look back at the creature he’d claimed, Nyx vanished beneath the waves with a satisfied sigh.
Empty balls already beginning to boil anew.
She’d burn while he recuperated.
And the next time he returned…
… she’d beg.
CHAPTER 13
It was obscene, the way her mouth watered for more.
Lifting trembling fingers, Kore painted her lips and found them sticky with cooling ropes of his essence.
She sobbed.
Just once. Enough to acknowledge the horror of what she was doing. Even as that cry became a groan, as her abused nipples tightened, her core clenching at the flavor that burst on her tongue, for with a greedy rush, she’d scooped up every forgotten, humiliating drop and sucked it from her fingers.
Obscene.
Still, she searched.
Fingers tracing the tender bruise he’d left on her jaw, the swell of puffy lips that had stretched around his girth.
All gone.
But his brine lingered on her tongue, hung heavy in the moist air. Clinging to the back of her sinuses, the scent surging in her mind with every fevered breath.
Shifting—thighs slick, pussy swollen and neglected—Kore groaned when her belly sloshed. And when she burped, she tasted an echo of the sea and knew she was already lost.
Her stomach was full. Gurgling with the impossible volume he’d pumped down her throat.
She’d been filled from both ends, now.
Still, something insidious inside her writhed with a ravenous hunger. Begging for…more.
Baring her teeth, Kore scowled at the waves. Slapping one hand to stone, she forced her battered body forward. On hands and knees, she crawled. Bottom swaying. Chasing the tide, following the trail of glittering, iridescent scales that led back to the shore.
“No,” she snarled, not brave enough to utter more than a defiant whisper. “I reject your claim, son of Poseidon. I was born to serve another.”
But the heat of him burned in her gut. Mocking, for she could feel it spreading, took note of the way it twisted through her blood with every beat of her heart.
Eyes fixed to the distant waves, where she’d watched the flick of his tail slip beneath the surface, she heard the sound of cruel laughter ringing in the fog of her memory. Remembered the way he’d pumped her pussy with two fingers and stretched her walls, only to leave her desperate. Empty, despite how recently she’d been…filled.
