"This is the price?" she hummed, her voice no longer human. Not Pelagorn. It was something else. All hers. "The price of your bottomless arrogance," she hissed and let him see the point of dainty, clenched teeth.
Jaw flexing, tendons standing rigid where his neck met his shoulders, Nyxarion could only watch. Eyes wide.
Thumb tracing the pillow of his bottom lip, she continued. "You won," she murmured, grey-gold eyes gleaming in the glow of the reef. "Conquered the Spiral. But I am not your prize."
Beneath them, the reef pulsed.
Synced to her heartbeat, for she was the living flame. The heart of Vorynthar, and she would not yield. Not this time.
"On your back, Leviathan."
She forced him down. Made him watch as her thighs parted. Her scales pulsing with light as she moved to straddle his hips. Where his slit bulged with want. Tracing his vent, she hummed. Low at the back of her throat. Claiming her perch, Kore settled across her throne.
"I am not your prize," she said again, and let her fingers slide through the slick folds that had grown puffy with want. "Not a trophy to be claimed. I am the tempest that lifts the tide. And you," she crooned, spreading delicate petals with webbed fingers, "Nyxarion Korrides, shall be the tsunami that carriesmylegacy."
A deep thrum started in his chest. Biolume flashing a deadly blue as his cock burst from his slit. His eyes fixed to her sex, where she held herself open and let him see the glistening pink. Where she clenched around nothing.
Where she was desperate and empty.
But he remained motionless. Still. Claws sunk into the coral as he sought an anchor, fought to listen. Obeyed. Breath coming faster. Watching her claim what should have been his victory.
She traced the base of her clit. Watching his pupils dilate as he tracked her every movement. "Iclaimyou," she said, and let her hips cant forward. "Just as I claim every child you give me." Fins spreading in a slow press, she slid her fingers inside. "Every last one. Mine."
And for a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of Nyxarion's desperate thrum rumbling in his chest. Low and pleading.
And then, "My sweet, greedy Siren," he murmured, watching her from beneath hooded eyes. "You seek to claim the power of tides?" A grin creased his lips, and he leaned forward. "Then take it, Kore. Show me what you mean to do with it."
CHAPTER 23
His every wild instinct screamed to take.
To pin her delicate body beneath his, flip her over so she might be mounted properly. Back to his front. Knotted and fucked so full of his sperm that she'd be unable to swim for several tides.
But her claim?Of him?
It was an affront to his sovereignty. A direct challenge.
And the single most shocking, glorious thing that had ever happened to him.
Claws sinking into the coral that pulsed in time with her delicate thrumming heart, he held perfectly still. Utterly immobile. Submitting to a challenge laid. Watching as she leaned forward. Dainty hands braced across his chest, leery of the wounds Thalos had left upon his flesh.
Scarcely daring to blink as this precious girl, his glorious bride, held herself above him and demanded the power to rule the tides herself.
The defiance glimmering in those beguiling grey-gold eyes undid him.
But the steel threaded through her voice, edged with the hum of a creature reborn from the annals of myth, was what lit aninferno in his blood. That she would dare to claim his unborn spawn as hers?
Such a thing was absurd.
His cock throbbed.
Fully unsheathed.
Writhing and insistent.
His pearls bulged where they'd grown fat and desperate along his shaft. Aching to find her tight heat. To bully his way inside, find the mouth of her womb, and wash Thalos out.
But he did not move. Ignored every ache and hurt.
