Page 7 of Marked By the Sea

She made a choking sound as I thrust into her. Her mouth fell open, and two different colored, pain-filled gems stared up at me. Tears filled her eyes as she became more alert and lifted off the ground. Curled fingers scratched at me, but when I shot Hexon a glance, he chuckled moments before tentacles darted out and wrapped around her arms and neck, pulling her down until her back was flat against the floor. I pulled out of her and thrust back in, loving the way I had to force myself in almost as much as the way she hugged my cock.

My pulsr latched onto her clit, and this time, she bucked against me. It vibrated violently and pulsed around her. She moaned as her hips twitched and her sweet nectar dripped down my cock. Her breasts lifted a fraction of an inch as she tried and failed to arch her back. My pulsr wasn’t going to let go of herlittle pearl anytime soon. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as it kicked up speed, and her thighs fell open.

“Wh-wh-oh.”

She enjoyed this as much as I did. I knew she would, but watching it happen did things to me. Rowan’s hips jerked with Hexon’s continual torture on his cock. His mouth hung open as he greedily chased the pleasure Hexon so often gave.

“Oh, fuck, Hex. Please,” he begged.

Her eyes were shut tight as she moaned. She screamed as her body convulsed around me. Something in me snapped, and I fucked her mercilessly. Her juices squelched from her body as I pounded her. Those jewels finally opened and trained on me, her mouth open in a silent scream.

“That’s my girl,” I growled.

My eyes trailed down her body, and I watched as my cock pulled out and rearranged her guts as I plummeted into her. Her belly being stretched taut as I filled her turned me on like no other had before. My cock thickened; my pulsr vibrated around her clit, sucking. We were greedy for more. Everything she had to give, we would take. My knot hit repeatedly against her ass and pussy. It was wet with her slick, and she was ready.

“You’re going to take my knot.”

Chapter 7

Amora

Pleasure.

Pain.

Confusion.

When I finally broke free of the chains that held me under, familiar, almost transparent blue eyes stared down at me. Relief quickly turned into confusion as his lips parted and he spoke for the first time. He called me a good girl, and the praise caused my nipples to harden, making me start to pant. Pain filled me, and when my gaze lowered, I watched as he withdrew from me. My jaw dropped as it just kept going. How in the gods’ name was that inside of me? My heart dropped as I realized what was happening, but before my emotions could catch up with me, before I could even think or say anything, he sheathed himself in me.

A large bulge pushed against my opening. It hit over and over again. I didn’t know what it was, but it was something human men did not have. The merman told me I would take his knot. Whatever that was. I didn’t know. I shook my head, reached for him, and grasped onto his arms. The scales were smooth beneath my fingers. The last thing I remembered was thinking how beautiful he was. He’d almost looked like an angel, but now, beneath him, I realized how wrong I was. Not about his beauty. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen, but so was Lucifer.No, he was no angel. The size difference was overwhelming. He was at least twice my size. He held me in a vice grip, and I knew without a doubt that there would be no escaping.

“Do you still think me beautiful, little human?” Goosebumps broke out across my body. His words were nothing more than a taunt, but the reaction I had was real.

The monster of a man took me harshly. His movements were rough as he chased the pleasure my body gave him. I clawed at him, but when I realized I wasn’t even grazing his skin, I resorted to hitting. From this angle, I couldn’t reach his face, but my fists connected with every surface I could. I hadn’t taken into account the marble-like skin. With every punch, I did more damage to myself than him. His movements stopped. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and for the first time since the Handlers knocked on my door, I was forced to face my reality: I was utterly powerless. Weak to stop anything this monster wanted to do to me.

Our eyes locked, and an understanding passed between us. He knew I was done fighting. Still, he grabbed my wrists, holding them above my head with one clawed hand. My gaze trailed down his defined chest and abs that looked as if the gods themselves carved them by hand. My cheeks flushed as shame filled me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I turned my head until my cheek hit the cool floor. His free hand grabbed my chin, but his fingers were so long they dug into my scalp before he forced me to look back at him. Only when I opened my eyes did his hand disappear.

The thing above his cock was still doing that sucking thing, and my body jerked without my permission. He pulled out of me. My mouth fell open as he thrust into me, filling me until there was nothing but him. The sound of muffled moaning reached my ears, but the merman held me in a trance. He lowered himself, his muscular shoulders flexing and dippingas he propped himself up on his elbow. Closing my mouth, I swallowed as I came face to face with the monster who dragged me into the sea. It was only at this moment that I remembered, but I couldn’t find it in me to blame him. If my mother hadn’t dragged me out there, he wouldn’t have found me.

Something slimy gripped my hip, but I couldn’t look to see what it was because he pulled out of me. The suctioning demon from hell pulled on my clit, and against my will, I moaned.Damn him.His hips moved, and I fell apart. With every breath, his chest rubbed against my sensitive one. My nails dug into my palms as he found a rhythm that sent my heart racing and my blood pounding loudly in my ears. With every thrust of his hips, he elicited a treacherous moan from my lips. Light blue eyes watched every facial expression while betraying none. The only signs he was enjoying himself were the way his rhythm picked up, and what felt impossible to me was the thickening of his cock.

With every orgasm he wrung from my body, the wetter it became down there. Juices clung to my thighs. What felt like snakes gripped my thighs and wrapped them around his cold tail. I cried out as that large bulge pushed against my opening. I shook my head and choked on my words. His gaze lowered between us, and I couldn’t help but follow to see what was happening. There was nothing between us, not an inch, and definitely not air. He withdrew, and I gasped as blood and slick coated his cock. I was reeling when he once again thrust inside me, applying more pressure as he tried to push the massive bulge into my small hole.

“It’s not going to fit,” I rasped. He raised his eyes to mine.

“It will.” He tried again, and I cried.

“It won’t,” I whined.

“Youwilltake my knot,” he growled.

The monstrous bulge was called a knot.

“I ca—ah,” I half-moaned, half-cried as his powerful hips thrust again. This time, he inched deeper. Releasing my wrists, he pulled me up with him as he sat up. I grabbed onto his shoulders and held on for dear life. My breasts pushed against his ribs, my face against his pierced nipple. The new position made him feel deeper, and it hurt. Claws pierced my skin as he lifted me by my hips, withdrawing from me, the suction pulling off with a pop before dragging me back down around his girth, filling me until my eyes rolled into the back of my head. The suction cup wrapped around my clit and pulsed.

He repeated the motion, and my body wound up tight. He grunted, and I couldn’t help it. My hips moved on their own accord as he used me for his pleasure. But I wouldn’t let him be the only one to benefit from this experience. I would as well. Every time he dragged me down on his thickness, I gyrated my hips. Moans fell from my lips as I chased whatever awaited me on the other side of this.

“Riftan,” he grunted harshly.

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