Page 9 of Marked By the Sea

I seriously have a death wish. Once again, I shake my head at my thoughts. My body bounces lightly with each thrust of the merman’s hips. Does he even have those? I’m already warm, my cheeks heated, as I take in his red glowing eyes. They’re not looking at me, though. They watch where Riftan still moves in and out of me. Now, I’m flushing for a whole other reason. Embarrassment. They’re getting off on us, at our… at my… Ipush my chest as close as possible to Riftan, but we’re angled so they get a perfect view.

“They’re watching,” I rasp.

“My brothers enjoy a show. Normally, they don’t just watch.”

I gasp.

“Fret not. They’ll get a taste soon enough.” Riftan’s chest rumbled against my cheek. My eyes rounded as I jerked my chin up to look at him. Why did I think he’d have my back? Of course, he doesn’t. He kidnapped me. My brows melded.

“You can’t be…” I move my hips in an attempt to get away from his sucker, but he growls. Yep, actually growls.

“Gods, you’re so fucking tight.”

As if sharing me with his brothers is the most natural thing. He thrusts into me, and when he withdraws, his knot pulls out of me with a pop. I winced as he thrust it back inside.

“You’re done,” a voice snarled. My gaze darted to the blue-haired man as more of the liquid shoots from his floral tip. My brows rise again. Liquid also drips from his nipples. I should look away, but once again, I can’t.

I wonder if it hurts?

“I’m nowhere near done with her,” Riftan huffed.

“Your knot slipped out. You are for now.” The kraken slowly withdraws from the man and presses a kiss to his temple.

“Rowan is wrecked,” he chuckled behind me.

“He is.” Tentacles lifted the man I now know was named Rowan and placed him on a bed of—I leaned forward.

“Is that seaweed?” Two sets of eyes find me. I look at the kraken before I look up at Riftan.

“Yes,” the kraken answered. There’s a gleam in his eyes.

“You sleep on seaweed?” I asked.

“No, you sleep on seaweed,” Riftan chuckled.

“This one’s… odd.” Tentacles wrapped around my ankles, and the kraken moved closer.

“I’m not the odd one here. The three of you aren’t human,” I snapped.

“She’s annoyed that I called her odd…” the kraken started.

“But not angry that she’s a prisoner here,” Riftan finished.

“And you’re the only human here. I’d say you’re the weird one,” the kraken pointed out. That stumped me because he was right. This wasn’t going the way it was supposed to.

“Hex?” Riftan asked.

“Yes?”

“Why isn’t she screaming?” The merman hummed. His claws inched up my sides like spider legs. Each moving together, one at a time.

“I thought you hated when they did that,” Hex, the kraken, answered.

“Excuse me. Even if I were screaming, I’d have every right. You kidnapped me,” I yelled, slapping his chest.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it,” Riftan teased.

“You don’t know anything about me, and definitely not what I like.”

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