Page 15 of Marked By the Sea

“Yes. It sounds ridiculous, I know,” I said with a smile.

His face inched toward me, his thighs only a few inches away. He reached toward me, his hand inches from my forehead when he paused.

“May I?” he asked. I looked into his blue-green eyes and nodded. He touched my forehead.

“What is it?” I tilted my head curiously.

“I’m checking if you have one of those human illnesses,” he said seriously.

I laughed loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls.

“I don’t have a fever. I’m fine,” I said as I swiped at a tear.

“I’m not sure I believe you. I can hydrate you. It’s odd, but trust me.” Then Rowan did something I couldn’t have come up with in my wildest dreams. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet and toward his chest.

“What are you doing?” I laughed. I caught myself on the table, my body melded against his, my breasts pressed against his firm torso.

“You saw it yesterday. Liquid poured from my nipples. Think of it like coconut water. It’s hydrating. I was going to explain it to you after you ate, but I think you’re dehydrated.” He said it with such a serious expression that it only made it funnier.

“You want me to drink your titty milk?” I giggled.

He playfully slapped me.

“Yes, if you’d like to avoid getting dehydrated. It would be best if you drank whenever I visit.”

“Okay…” I trailed off. Breaking eye contact, I did the unthinkable. I took his nipple in my mouth. My pussy clenched, and I chastised myself for it. Here he was trying to make sure I didn’t die of thirst, and I was literally thirsting over him. I suckled from him, and my eyes widened as liquid came out. It tasted like sweet mango juice. It wasn’t thick, and I realized how thirsty I’d been. I sucked harder, and his grip tightened on my arm. His other hand held my hip. His breathing picked up, and something stirred between us. I don’t mean that figuratively—his cock shifted against my belly. Looking up through my lashes at him, I noticed his eyes were on me. His gray scales flashed blue. I drew a half circle along the bottom, and his lips parted. I took one more gulp and released him.

“That was easier than I thought it would be,” I admitted. His eyes watched my tongue as I licked up a stray drop.

“Sorry, it’s something usually done between mates. It turns me on,” he murmured gruffly. Moving back, I sat down andpressed my knees together. And now it was my turn to track his movements as he shifted his cock. I grabbed another cube and bit half.

“Thanks for the drink,” I winked.

“The pleasure was all mine,” he chuckled. His beautiful blue eyes twinkled. He was clearly amused. After yesterday, this was a breather.

“Does this mean you have kitchens under the sea?” I teased.

“We have ways of preserving our food and an area set aside for preparing meals. But, depending on the species, they might just prefer their food fresh. I know… you humans aren’t too keen on taking a bite from a full fish,” he said as he wagged his eyebrows.

“Definitely not. How did you know what a kitchen was?” I asked as I grabbed a cube and threw it in my mouth. “Wow,” I murmured. Looking up at him, he smiled smugly down at me.

“Other than us having our own kitchens, the ones before you mentioned it.” He avoided my gaze, and my stomach bottomed out. I’d assumed there had been others but never thought I’d have a conversation about it.

“So this isn’t the first time they’ve taken one of my kind?” I asked cautiously.

“No, it isn’t. My apologies. I shouldn’t have mentioned it.” Rowan crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Did the guys like them as much as they like me?” It was a stupid thing to ask, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to know—needed to know. He didn’t look like he wanted to answer, but he pushed off the table and sat next to me. It was at this moment that I realized he hadn’t touched me—not once since he’d arrived.

“No.”

“Will what happened to them happen to me?” I asked. I was afraid to ask what happened to them, but I needed to know if it would happen to me, too. He shook his head.

“There’s something about you… you’re different. They won’t admit it, but I can tell. They may think you’re the pebble that sends ripples through the water, but I think you’re the earthquake that creates tsunamis.”

“What does that even mean?” I murmured. He ran the back of his fingers against my cheek.

“I don’t think anything will ever be the same again. The guys just haven’t realized it yet.”

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