Chapter 31 Savage waves
Chapter 31 Savage waves
She kicked off her boots and stepped ankle-deep into the water. She lifted her head back and sang a soft tune of relief and comfort. I set our bags inside and locked it back up. She floated on her back and let the change take her. Her milky pale legs fused and blue sequin-like scales coated them until her tail flared off. The sea visibly calmed as she sang her song.
I walked in after her and pulled off the skirt she forgot about. That way, her gloriousness could shine in the sunlight unhindered. That was her cue to roll and dive deeper into the water. I followed, sinking into Ocio’s embrace. It had been too long.
I took a deep breath, letting her flood my lungs and drown out the memories of a dark, warded cell. Once the freedom Ocio promised filled me, I shifted into my beast form.
For all her shit-talking about Ocio, Maleene was ecstatic. She darted around the ocean floor like a child in a candy store. I’d spared no expense to get us a private cove tucked away from any hoopla the humans would be causing further down on the beaches. When I saddled up beside her, she went still and sunk onto my back.
Her cool skin seeped into my soul and eased the part of me that needed her touch. The fact that she’d taken up her old sleeping position was frosting on top. I let us drop down until my belly rested on the seafloor and before I knew it I was lights out.
I blinked awake when I sensed movement in the water. Something big enough that my instincts considered it a threat. The sun goddess wasn’t awake anymore and everything was dark. I glanced up and realized it wasn’t that there was anything big. It was a ton of humans up at the surface. The humans moved their party down here. Great.
“We could just stay here,” Maleene’s words bubbled.
There was too much that could go wrong. I wanted to stay here too. We’d been separated from our element for too long. Most likely none of them
would delve this deep, but there was always that chance some idiot would find us.
Maleene slid down my face to grin her evil smirk. “I have an idea.”
She shot up to the surface, and I followed to linger under her. She broke the surface and shrieked. “Shark!”
“Bullshit,” someone yelled back.
I swam up, letting the tip of my fin go over the waves. And nudged my nose against the brilliant woman’s back.
“Shark!” others screamed, and they swarmed out to the shore. I shifted and poked my head up as people stampeded over each other.
“We should probably get out before the authorities come, but it should stay clear after that, especially when Harbor Patrol doesn’t find anything.”
“You’re an evil bitch, you know that?” I shook my head as we pretended to rush to the shore. “And I love you for it.”
She paused, unsure of how to respond, but I answered for her by continuing to swim. Once on the shores, I stole two towels, and we went into the shower in the back of the bungalow meant for rinsing the salt water off. It was nothing more than a hose with a head mounted on a bracket and a curtain, but the water helped ease Mal back into land mode. Like leaving a fish in the carnival bag when you stick it in your aquarium.
She’d been against me for hours, and it soothed a jagged place inside me that stabbed my gut. The place that knew I had failed her. I wrapped her half-naked form in my arms, smelling the salt coating her natural sea storm scent; seductive and dangerous. Along with my scent strung through her.
She fought me for a moment before letting me pin her underneath the makeshift shower head.
“Kam,” she breathed softly.
“I just want to hold you.” As I took her in my arms, her thick desire filled my nose, making my cocks hard. “Maybe a little taste.” She didn’t fight me when I kneeled before her. She locked her thigh over my shoulder and rested her weight on the wall. I kissed her lips slowly, so I wasn’t accused of only eating her out for myself. She was perfect, a delicacy I would never turn away. When she came on my tongue, crying her pleasure to the shore, I needed to sink my teeth into her.
I bit her thigh. It was a stark reminder when my magic didn’t settle the way it was supposed to. It shot up to my old mark, trying to mend the
broken magic there rather than placing another claim. Her orgasm was instant and more of the broken pieces of her mark mended together.
“Kam, please,” she begged. I curved two fingers inside her. She moaned. I fingered her until my wrist hurt and she came two more times. Watching my mark move and heal with every orgasm was tantalizing and made my instincts settle.
She quivered as I lifted her into my arms and she leaned into me.
“I’m going to fuck you up for this.” There was no malice in her words. Just the contentment of a woman who was with her mate and her goddess all day.