Chapter 33 You are the mine
Chapter 33 You are the mine
“My crazy bitch.” His fingers released my hair to push some of my hair back out of my face. “Is that why you tried to play pretend with the wolf?”
His dark black eyes blew until there was no sclera left, and he yanked me to him again to growl in my ear. His cool breath sent shivers down my body. “You are glorious perfection crafted by my goddess to be what you are, and you’ll never be anything else as long as I’m breathing. I’ll make sure of that.”
I kissed him before I could think about it. A cyclone of need burst inside me, damn near taking my breath away. It wasn’t like what I’d been craving non-stop, no matter how much witchcraft I pumped into my mark.
The stupid thing in my chest longed for a safe place to rest, and for years, that was Kam. His growling ramped up even as we sunk below the surface.
“You’re mine.” Water muffled his voice and made bubbles blow out of his mouth.D
espite the lack of oxygen, my lungs didn’t complain like some people said they experienced. In the water, they weren’t even needed. My body
could adapt to either environment.
Maleene had alarmed me when her scent weaved in sour distress as she attempted to service me. She knew better than that.
Part of me understood where her thought process came from. How many times had a beast nervously chuckled and said Maleene would be too much woman for them? But she had never expressed she gave a single fuck about how difficult she was. Take her or leave her. It wasn’t her problem.
Had my absence really made her question something so basic about herself?
If I was still in my prison cell, would she be wearing more of those high neck pink dresses I found her in and squashing who she was?
Unacceptable.
My mother should be ashamed.
Make it right, Ocio hissed in my ear. I almost expected her to grab my ear and shake me like a disobedient pup, even though Ocio had never been that tolerant in my life. She didn’t brush off her children’s knees and help them to their feet when they fucked up; they paid with their life. Sink or swim.
I kissed Maleene, hoping to pour all my reverence and devotion. That no matter what smack we talked, she was my everything. I’d gone about this
all wrong. I couldn’t behave how I did before I left, when she knew how much I loved her.
We weren’t on the same comfortable playing field anymore where she knew she was my everything. She’d been questioning my feelings, motives, and actions for decades. It was time to act like it, and remind her how indispensable she was.
Our tongues battled for dominance all while caressing the beautiful blue and green scales on her shoulders down her chest. The scales under her breast were the most sensitive, and I used her gasp as a chance to win the fight.
I ran my tongue over the two sharpened incisors, flirting with the dangerous weapons that had just helped turn a man into nothing in less than a minute. The only thing keeping my appendage from being shredded was my status as her mate.
Everything about this woman was built to maim and murder. She was glorious.
I stopped kicking my feet to kiss the valley of her breasts to the skin of her stomach all the way down to the scales where her pelvis would be. My slow descent made us float down to the sandy bottom of the river until she was flat on the floor.
She threw her head back and sang her song. The sudden desire washed over me and my cocks grew harder than they’d been in a long time. Her voice was even more tempting under the water.
I kept traveling until I found the spot that would be the apex of her thighs, if she had legs. Instead, there was a place where her scales were a lot thinner, acting like curtains over what a fumbling idiot might get ideas about. I gently slid my fingers until I found the slit to her vaginal opening.
As much as Mal loved pain, this thin layer of scales was easily her most sensitive place. It was so easy to rip and injure her. It was probably the most cautious I ever handled her.
That said, it was also a lot easier to get her to lose control.
Her throaty song went up an octave as I gently massaged the area. I pinned her hip to the sand when she started squirming. Oh yes.
Let her sing the saga of her pleasure as her body crescendoed with my attention. All it did was fuel my desire as her melody transformed into a one word song; my name.
She hit an ethereal high key no human could ever hope to hit as she came undone. There was no resisting the lure of her voice. Heat zinged down my spine and exploded out of my cock as her note vibrated between my ears. My eyes rolled back at the intense sensation as every muscle contracted.
No beast or mage on the planet could convince me there was a stronger orgasm on the planet.
Still, it wasn’t enough.
I gently pulled back the flap now that she had relaxed enough to loosen the muscle I didn’t even think she knew she had. The seemingly fragile thing moved to reveal that sweet pussy I needed to dive into.
Anyone who knew anything about mermaids knew to be wary of fucking one in this form. There were some cock happy idiots who got ahead of themselves and managed to ‘steal’ a mermaid. Only to rip past that flap and unknowingly stick their cocks right into the worst trap imaginable.
Not realizing that the fragile layer told her body whether you were welcome or not. If a moron managed to get a mermaid restrained enough to attempt taking her without permission, they would lock into spiked barbs that would rip the fool’s limb off when he tried to pull back.
But since I coaxed it aside, when I sunk my cock inside her warmth, those spiked barbs were soft and harmless, adding a texture to each stroke that threatened to undo me once again.
As her aria grew louder again, her pussy clamped down on me and pulled me under with her. It was almost a shame that most men never got the chance to experience a mermaid.