Nothing but this sorry excuse of a man, with his watery, unworthy seed. A beast with sweaty skin and pale bravado.
Panting as he muttered, “You’ll thank me, Siren. Sure as the tides,” he gasped, fingers slipping against her skin. “I’ll train ye up good. Give ye everything ye could ever want. Endless cock to feed such a hungry slit. You’ll see. That’s it, girlie. Such a good whore…”
Kore turned blackened eyes back. Pinning him with an ominous glare that reflected the silver moonlight.
Inhuman. Eyes meant for the deep.
He didn’t notice. Blind to the threat, he pumped her with the sort of enthusiasm few might ever know. Indulging his wildest fantasies, crafting a tale few could believe as he worked himself into a foam.
And she saw it.
Moonlight shining on the crest of a towering wave.
Her eyes went wide as she tracked up, up,up.
Impossibly high.
And there, beneath the water’s skin, she could hear the drums of war rushing in her direction.
The fisherman bucked against her, spearing her glittering pussy in shallow thrusts. Deaf to everything but the slap of skin on scales. “Take it,” he groaned. “Take it all, you gorgeous fucking thing.”
Hands fisting in her hair, he wrenched her head back as his cock kicked. “You’re mine, beastie. All mine.”
Pain sliced at the corner of Kore’s jaw when he forced her head back. Blinding, suffocating anguish that saw her jaws gape wide around a breath she couldn’t suck through her teeth.
The air grew heavy with the shadow looming over them. A dull roar humming through the night air.
Still, he didn’t see it. Couldn’t hear anything above his own selfish need. “That’s it,” he breathed, jerking and kicking inside her. “Gods, you’re perfect.”
Kore flailed, chest hollowing out around her stolen breath. The pain behind her ears almost enough to consume her.
But she didn’t fight or thrash. Didn’t move or plead or beg.
She twisted.
Looked back.
Watching the storm rise from the sea in a wall of glinting, silver fury.
And then… she smiled.
And it was dreadful.
CHAPTER 22
She was gone.
The beach empty. The cave barren of any hint of life, except for the shallow pool swirling with the evidence of her rejection and the echoing hum of her absence.
Gills flaring in the stale air, Nyx paused. Seething, trying to catch even a whisper of her scent.
Gone.
She’d rinsed him out. Waited for low tide to give herself as much time as possible to put distance between them.
Clever little bitch.
He was almost impressed.
