A denial.
Unable to speak through the shock, she struggled against his grip. Pushing against the possessive circle of unyielding muscle.
She needed a breath! Fighting to get back to the surface, she kicked and thrashed. Lungs burning and full of water.
The beast bared his teeth in a savage grin. “Pretty little Siren,” he tutted, enjoying her struggles against his monstrous form. His grip shifted, then. Claws trailing down her throat where they curled in a possessive necklace that reeked of scarcely restrained violence. “My most precious treasure.”
His voice—it vibrated through the water, throughher. A thing not heard, but felt. Deep in her bones, a hum turning her spine to liquid.
She gasped, inhaling a soggy breath. Lips parting on a soundless scream.
Bubbles.
They streamed from the slits in her throat, high at the corners of her jaw. Silver and fleeting as they escaped for the surface and left her sinking deeper… deeper…
Deeper…
Eyes growing wide, her hands flew to the seam where something unnatural fluttered and kicked.
Gills.
“Breathe,” he commanded, and tilted her face down, forcing her to meet his impossible gaze.
Kore’s lips parted, but no words came.
Because she couldn’t speak.
Because she had no air.
A low rumbling chuckle shook his chest, and he clenched her tighter. “Ah,” he hummed. “Sweet Kore. My living flame.” He slid one hand down her back, curling his claws around the curve of her thigh, before he draped it around his hip. Abrading her inner thigh with the seam between flesh and scales. Man and Leviathan.
She thrashed, and his amusement only grew.
Laughing as if delighted by her resistance, he let his fingers slip between her legs. Taking liberties with a thing he owned. “You prayed to the deep,” he crooned. “When no other wanted you, you begged to be broken across my cock. So break.”
Between them, monstrous and alive, his cock emerged from his slit as if it knew it was being summoned. Long, ridged.Burrowing. Seeking entrance, the pearls already pulsing with vivid interest.
Mute, she thrashed despite the flames of need burning in her blood. Defiant. Utterly helpless.
“I am Nyxarion Korrides, first Sovereign King of the Black Sea,” he murmured as the tip pressed inside. “And I am the tide meant to drown the flesh of the sun.”
Shaking her head, bubbles streaming from her lips, her gills, in a frantic denial, Kore tried to beg.
“My voice the current,” he added, fins flaring as the sea swirled around them, exposing the deadly barbs hidden within. “My venom the storm.” Shivering, he flicked his tail and barbed her thigh, flooding her muscle with his toxin. “And my knot is the anchor that binds you to the sea—where you belong.”
He swept his tail in a powerful arc and seated himself to the root in her clasping channel.
“I am the tsunami that fills your womb,” he said and bullied his way inside with a deliberate, sinuous thrust. Stretching her open as they drifted through the current. “The toxin in your veins. The plea to the divine your gods refused to hear.”
Back arching, Kore gasped. Gills flaring, her hands finding an anchor in his hair—her breath coming thin and shallow, butenough.
“I came when you were alone,” he crooned, and cupped her face with the hand not fastened to the trident. “Found you hollow and made you whole. I am inside you now, my sweet Siren bride. My living flame.Mine,” he snarled, and spiraled up. Lazy and powerful, despite the fervor of possessive lust driving his cock into her over and over again.
Pearls bumping over her clit, he dragged her over his length. Fucking into her at his leisure, forcing their pace to suit his needs.
“Thisis where you belong,” he said, sinking deeper. “You cannot escape what you need. Cannot outswim what flows in your veins.”
A shudder whirled through her. And, mouth hanging open, she let her head fall back. Starry eyes fixed to the surface as she was bred from below. Gasping as they sank into the abyss.
