“If you survive this,” he murmured, twisting the barb, “I will be forced to conquer the first trial. Then the second. And when only the third remains…” His lips brushed her throat, a mockery of anything tender. “I will enjoy being the one to cleanse the sea of Nyxarion’s filth.”
Even as the agony burned her to cinders, Kore’s body betrayed her—slick pooling thick between her thighs, her traitorous flesh clenching around nothing.
Polar eyes glinting, Thalos pumped her full of his toxin.
Forcing far,farmore into her than Nyx had ever given, it was a deluge. Enough to make each breath a chore.
But she was exactly what Nyx had made her.
Her thighs clenched.
Pussy swollen with desperate, aching need.
Kore’s vision blurred, her nails digging into his wrist, her body torn between fire and ice.
She was drowning in it.
Drowning in them.
Torn asunder as they fought to claim what was left of her.
“Repulsive beast,” he crooned, eyes gleaming as she convulsed in his grip, her body betraying every last shred of her pride. “Soon,” he murmured, low and final, as her eyes rolled white. "Soon…”
CHAPTER 9
Kore.
Vorynthar stank of her.
Sweet. Citrus-bright.
The scent of need.
It coiled through the budding reef, a promise clinging to Nyx’s tongue. Painting his gills with every breath he drew.
The color along his spines flashed with an erratic burst, mirroring the depths of his rage.
He needed her.
Every pulse of his heart echoed in his vent, where his sack had grown heavy. Ripe. The memory of her milking him dry, begging for more, it… it haunted him.
But Thalos had ruined everything.
The Spiral.
Called for a Siren.
Not to fight for breeding rights.
No.
Thalos meant to extinguish her—and with a dose of venom like the one he’d just given, he might have already succeeded.
Howling his impotent rage, Nyx sent his fist through a column of ancient basalt.
It wasn’t the dose of a mate, but the measure of an executioner.
Thalos had driven a barb between her ribs, emptying his venom sacs into the cavity surrounding her heart.
