Page 8 of Marked By the Sea

“What?” I moaned.

“My name is Riftan.”

Everything clenched. His name was Riftan. My fingers slid up his neck and brushed against silky soft hair before I was dragged down his chest and took more of him. He’d touched every inch inside of me. That mixed with the pulsing, vibrating motion drove me over the edge.

And that’s when it happened.

It felt like something had gone off, but if he felt it, he didn’t show any signs. Fireworks went off as wetness seeped out of me, but he wasn’t done. Of course, he wasn’t. He pushed and pushed, and this time, I opened for him. I screamed as his knot stretched me open and pushed inside. I’d been wrong yet again. I wasn’t as full as I thought I’d been. I was so unbelievably full. I didn’tknow if I liked it or hated it, but none of that mattered because I was riding the high. He cursed.

“So tight,” he rasped as he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked so I was forced to look up at him. Barely able to peer at him through the haze of my orgasm, he leaned down so his nose pressed against mine.

“I’m going to breed you now, Gem.” His voice reverberated in his chest and vibrated against mine as he lifted me once more. I cried out as the pressure of his knot locking on the inside of me had me seeing stars. I thought he’d been rough with me before, but now that he was knot deep inside me, it was… more. So much more. He drove into me, and when he withdrew, his knot blocked him from going anywhere.

“I’m going to fill you with my seed,” he growled as he thrust up into me.

“Oh,” I whimpered.

“And you’re going to take it. Every single drop. Say it,” he ordered.

“Every. single. drop,” I whispered.

“Claim you as mine before all others,” he promised. His knot expanded, and I felt like I was moments away from passing out. But then he filled me. I could feel ropes of come shooting from his tip, dripping into every nook and crevice, pumping me until I was full.

“Oh, gods,” I moaned as that feeling returned.

“That’s my girl. Come all over my cock; keep squeezing my cock. Milk me for everything I have.”

I couldn’t disobey even if I wanted to. There was no shame in this moment. I was too far gone, too lost to the sensations this monster of a man was giving me. I collapsed into his embrace, his hands holding me steady as he continued to pump into me. It was only then, as his chest lifted and dropped against my cheekas the aftershock of my orgasm rippled through me, that I got to look around.

That’s when I realized we weren’t alone.

Chapter 8

Amora

Maybe I’ve gone mad. My gaze returns to the two men who can’t be more than a few feet away. I mean, I’m questioning whatever I’m seeing, but I didn’t bat an eye at the merman god that just claimed my virginity. Without even asking. I clenched around him and blushed. If I were in a horror movie, I’d be the first one to die because I got taken without permission, and my whole body lights up at the memory.

Idiot.

As if it can hear me, the sucker above his very large appendage sucks harder, still refusing to let me go. Almost as if in an attempt to draw out my pleasure for as long as possible. My eyes cross, and at least a dozen snake-like things multiply as my vision blurs. When it clears, I watch as they cage in a cute blue-haired man with bluish-green eyes. He is held so tightly he can’t move.

Did they drag him here too?

Drool dribbles from his chin, and my brows jump as I shake my head. Those aren’t snakes, but tentacles. A couple hold his legs open, some caress his thighs, and when my eyes trail a little higher, I notice they’re also squeezing his, well, balls. I’m already warm, cheeks heated, body sensitive as I watch. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. He’s so beautiful. One arm wrapped around his waist as a large hand gripped his cock. It almost lookslike a flower. My lips parted as light blue liquid drips from his tip and down his thighs.

Definitely not just a man then.

I’m more calm about this than I should be. This has to be a dream or a hallucination. I get a better look at the man. He’s slender, closer to my size than the other two. But he’s muscular, like a fit male cheerleader. My gaze trails past him and stops on the man holding him. If he can even be called that. The tentacles are coming from him. Large purple things with pink suckers on the underside.

Suckers.

My toes curl at the thought. Raising my eyes, I note the long silver hair that clings to his body. The noises the smaller man makes are erotic. I know what he is. My gaze drops, taking in his bottom half. There are no legs there, only a mess of tentacles—large ones.

He’s a kraken.

I remember reading about them in storybooks as a child. Large, monstrous things that sank ships, but those were only lore. At least, that’s what I’d believed. I almost laugh. Of course, we can have dragons, wolves, and bears ruling, but not krakens. He’s not like the ones from the stories. From what I can see, his top half is all man. And although his hair color is odd… it doesn’t negate the truth.

He’s hot.

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