Page 11 of Seducing Scylla
“This is the Pierian Spring of Knowledge. We have bathed in it, and it has gifted us with each other’s language.”
“But I didn’t even feel anything. Isn’t there supposed to be a magical tingle, or a bright light or something?”
Scylla full-blown smiles at me for the first time, as if I’m the most endearing creature she’s ever seen, revealing three sharp rows of teeth inside her mouth like a shark. My mouth dries up at the sight.
“Okey dokey, I think we need to rewind for just a minute.”
“I do not understand thisrewind.”
A slick tentacle brushes against my leg and all of a sudden, I am burning up again until it eases once more when we are no longer in contact. My eyes widen.
“Wait, do that again.”
“Do what?” Scylla tilts her head, her black eyes sparkling in the blue, glimmering lights.
“Touch me.”
Scylla smiles that disconcerting pointed grin again. I hold my breath, waiting for a tentacle to graze my leg. Instead, Scylla raises a clawed hand from the water and trails it so softly down my cheek. Instantly, I am flushed, hot and needy, an ache buried deep in my belly flares to life. I rub the softness of my thighs together, trying to find friction beneath the water, and am left wanting.
“Stop,” I whisper, barely able to get the words out from between my lips. I don’t want her to stop at all. I want her to trail that hand between my breasts, her tentacles to wrap around my waist, and her suckers… My tongue feels thick in my mouth as I envision those tentacles creeping closer to that tender spot between my legs.
Scylla’s hand drops back below the surface, disappointment flashing across her face, and I wish I could know what she’s thinking. I don’t think I’m imagining the interest in her eyes when she looks at me. But I have so many questions that need answering before I succumb to my wants, and that’s even if Scylla wants the same thing.
“What is happening to me?”
The hot and cold, the burning desire when Scylla touches me that reduces to a mild simmer when she’s not. I don’t understand it. I don’t dislike it. My imagination goes wild at all the ways we could enjoy each other, but I don’t like not feeling in control of my body when I have no control over anything else about my situation.
“You are my mate.”
“I-uh, what does that mean?”
I think I know what that means. I’ve read enough romance to guess, but right now, with my heart beating a mile a minute, I need her to spell it out for me.
“We are mated.”
“That is… not helpful.” I take a deep breath. “Is that why I feel like this? Hot and cold, and uh… needy?”
Scylla cocks her head. “I do not know. I have never had a mate before. I only know that I have been alone for a long time and now the Fates have brought you to me.”
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Ido not know what Morgan means by feeling hot and cold and I worry she is falling ill. I reach a hand up to brush against her forehead to check her temperature. The act causes her to shudder, her eyes closing as she clears her throat, a pained look etching across her face as our skin makes contact.
My mate seems confused and hesitant. Perhaps I was too bold with my words. I only wish her to know that I am happy she is my mate. But now I fear she does not want me the same way in which I want her. I ache to touch her again, the light brush of my many tentacles against her soft, thick legs has been no accident at all, but I do not risk it. I do not want her to withdraw inwards and away from me further.
“What is it I can get for you?”
She cocks her head to the left, her brows furrowing further.
“You said you were needy. I will get you anything you need.”
I do not know what she means byneedy, but I do not want my mate to need anything. I will get her everything she could possibly want and more.
A bright pink flush spreads across her bare chest and up her neck to rest upon her lightly freckled cheeks. She clears her throat.
“Uh—I meant… never mind.”
