Page 17 of Seducing Scylla
“That. That is the best thing I have ever tasted.” She laughs, and her whole face lights up. Her eyes sparkle, and I forget to breathe. My tentacles, once again, have a mind of their own. The sweet sound of her pleasure makes them come alive, reaching for her and wrapping themselves around any limbs they can get a hold of. She stills, the mate fire igniting in both of us, but she does not ask me to let go. My heart thumps in my ears.
Her lips part. “More, please?”
My brain ceases to function, and my tentacles tighten around her ankles and thighs, the abundance of bare skin soft beneath me. Her eyelids flutter, her dress sliding up her legs as a tentacle glides up her inner thigh. I am aching to touch her, burning in fact.
“Orange. More orange,” she chokes.
Her breathing is labored, her chest rising and falling quickly. My tentacles instantly retract and the heat between us drops to a low simmer. I am aching all over, my body wishing to entangle itself around and in her, to be completely one with her. I clear my throat, pulling another segment apart and placing it in her mouth. Her lips come around my fingers, sucking any juice that has dripped onto my skin as I pull them free with a pop and now it is my turn to groan. What is this woman doing to me? It has been mere days since I found her in my cave, and I am utterly obsessed.
She grins at me; a teasing look in her eye. “Now talk.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
My heart somersaults my chest.
“I was a sea nymph once, and then I was cursed by a witch called—”
“Circe! I knew this all sounded familiar!”
Morgan interrupts me and sits up, scrambling onto her knees, her eyes widening in excitement.
“Circe, Charybdis, Scylla. It’s all inThe Odyssey.”
“The what?”
“It’s a book.” She waves her hand and continues. “I’m a librarian. Or was.” She grimaces. “There are stories written about you! It is said you were a fearsome monster, with many heads, and tentacles, and your loins were girdled by the heads of baying dogs.”
I snort. “I am still fearsome.”
“Of course.” Morgan stifles a smile.
“They got the tentacles part right, but not much else.” She cocks her head to the side.
“Where did they get the dog thing from?”
“You have met my pets.”
“The sharks?” She nods to herself, her brow furrowed. “Oh! Sea dogs! I get it.”
18
Scylla
“So, tell me what really happened?” Morgan asks as we finish our meal and reluctantly exit to the other side of the citrus grove.
We move through an entrance to the underground cave system nestled in between the grassy foothills. The warmth from the sun is instantly dampened in the cave, the glaring light fading as we head further in. A quicker and more comfortable route to my home than heading back along the beach.
“I was a sea nymph.”
Morgan nods, eyes forward as she listens quietly.
“A favorite of the sea god, Glaucus. He would shower me with gifts and show me off to visiting gods as if I were his most treasured pearl. I reveled under the attention. Sea nymphs are shallowcreatures, you see.” I smiled at the distant memory of the extravagant parties thrown in the underwater palace.
“We mated.”
Morgan glances up at me.
