Page 23 of Hunter of the Tide

Before she could reply, his mouth fell over hers again, and his hands slid up her sides to cover her breasts. Rhea arched into his touch with a moan. She grasped his arms, and her tentacles writhed over the floor as he caressed and pinched her nipples. Her slit parted, and she pressed her pelvis against his hardened cock, desperate to feel him inside her.

As he kissed her, she tugged at his suit, growling against his lips when the material wouldn’t tear beneath her claws.

“Remove this, human!Now!”

He laughed and lifted a hand. The circular device on his chest glowed for a moment when his fingers brushed over it, and the suit loosened. Rhea wasted no time in shoving the material down, baring his arms and torso, using her tentacles to peel it past his waist and off his legs. She would relish his body another time. She’d already waited too long. Right now, sheneededhim.

She wrapped her hand around his shaft the moment it sprang free. The humor faded from Randall’s expression, and he hissed through clenched teeth as he slammed a hand onto the wall behind her to brace himself. She brushed the pad of her thumb over the head of the hot, smooth column of flesh, spreading the moisture seeping from its tip.

Rhea looked up and met his eyes, which were shrouded in shadow save for two pinpoints of reflected light from the hallway. Her slit opened fully. She guided the head of his cock to her sex and released him.

He cupped the back of her head with his hand and held her gaze. His eyes burned with possession. “Now you aremine,” he said and thrust into her.

Rhea shuddered. Her sex clenched around his shaft, pulling him deeper. He stretched her, filled her, completed her.

“Ah, fuck!” Randall growled beside her ear.

She smoothed her hands over his shoulders and held him close. Her fore tentacles slid up his legs, suction cups tasting his skin as they moved to curve over his backside, the tip of one brushing the base of his spine. He trembled, and his subtle vibrations transferred into her. She turned her head and nipped his ear.

“Mate with me,” she whispered huskily.

He drew his hips back, and the glide of his cock was exquisite, topped only when he thrust into her again. He repeated the motion again, and again, increasing his speed with each shove. His mouth captured hers in a devouring kiss as their bodies became physical chaos, a tangle of limbs, a mingling of desperate breaths. Rhea could scarce tell where she ended and Randall began.

He pinched and stroked her nipple with one hand, keeping the other against the wall. He ravaged her mouth, her body, marking her as his inside and out.

The ripples of sensation moving through her intensified to a wave of pleasure that flooded her core with heat. Her entire body tensed, and her sex fluttered, gripping him tighter.

Randall’s head fell back, and the cords of his neck strained. His muscles locked as his thrusts faltered. The heat inside her suddenly roared into an inferno. He growled, the sound continuing even after his lips found hers again. Rhea lost sense of her surroundings, of herself, ofeverything; only the two of them remained, sharing this moment.

Their connection continued as the aftershocks of her climax pulsed through her. She wasn’t willing to release him yet. Tentacles coiled around his waist and legs, she held him close, smiling as she nuzzled his cheek.

“I ought to kick myself for waiting,” he said.

Rhea chuckled, smile widening into a grin. “Some things are worth waiting for. Macy told me that. Besides, you can make it up to me.”

“Yes, they are, and yes, I will.” He turned his head toward the door, and the diffused light from the hallway cast his face in a soft glow. “I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but… Rhea, will you share my den?”

Rhea cupped his face with her hands. “Yes. I will share your den if you would have me for a mate.”

“Your one and only,” he replied, settling his palms on the small of Rhea’s back to draw her closer. His cock slid deeper into her. “You’re mine, remember?”

“Yes,” she hissed, dropping her hands to his shoulders.

“Think we should head to our room before I start making it up to you?”

“No.” She twisted, shoving him back against the wall without disconnecting their bodies. “You will do so here and now, human.”

Randall laughed. “Gladly.”

Chapter 8

Movement at Randall’s feet stirred him from sleep. He fought through the weight of his grogginess to lift his head off the pillow to look at Rhea. She lay alongside him, head on his shoulder, limbs intertwined with his. The room was dark save for the dim glow of the light over the bathroom door, but his eyes had adjusted well enough to make out the basics of her features.

He turned his attention toward the foot of the bed.

Ikaros stood there with spine fin raised and whiskers back, staring toward the door. He released a long, low growl. Randall squeezed his eyes shut and ran a hand over them to force away some of their blurriness.

When he opened them again, he swung his gaze to the doorway. A large, dark shape blocked it from view.

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