Page 71 of Blood of the Sirens
It was ridiculous; I couldn’t even protest or tell him to get them back. I was naked on my dock with a zombie merman, and he was determined to have his wicked way with me.
And I was going to let him.
I wanted this, but I was sad it wasn’t with Merrick. Thinking of him brought hot tears to my eyes, which I quickly tried to blink away.
Caspian froze over me, his hardness prodding into my inner thigh. His black eyes bored into me, one cold finger wiping away a fat tear from my eye. He stroked my hair softly, letting out a puff of frustrated air through his nose.
He laid his head on my chest, resting.
Oh, so he was an empathetic merman. That already put him leagues ahead of those other mers.
This not-talking thing sucked. I wished I could express it wasn’t him; I was just so worried about Merrick I didn’t know what to do with myself.
Having sex with Caspian wasn’t the answer.
I pushed him back, and he huffed in irritation. Asif coming to a decision, he picked up my arm and sliced it open with his claw-like nails before I could protest or yank it away. He slit a wound on his own arm, and smashed them together so our blood mixed.
I couldn’t scream and Caspian held me firmly, my mouth slamming shut as an odd image of myself filling my head as Caspian moved in and out, in and out, fucking me in his imagination.
So much heat. So much satisfaction.So beautiful. So fulfilling.
Something delicious was building inside of me, but I didn’t get to explore it any further. In this vision I looked … beautiful. Was that how Caspian and Merrick saw me? Caspian rolled back into the water.
I sat up, confused and a little pissed, clutching my wound to stop the bleeding. What I wouldn’t give for some of Merrick’s goop right now.…
A wave of intense sorrow filled me, so intense it stopped me in my tracks. I whipped around and looked at Caspian, who stared at me like a kicked puppy.
Was that … was I feeling his emotions?
I sent back a question mark toward him, along with my feelings of confusion in case he didn’t know what a question mark was.
I wasn’t ready for what he sent back.
Like a video playing in my head, I saw him withher… the sea witch. He was tied down as she lay on top of him, laughing with glee while she rocked back and forth over him. Hot shame and embarrassment flooded the vision, along with pain and heartache.
I gasped as the scene dissolved in my mind, leaving me with the same sense of sorrow. So many questions invaded my mind. Had Caspian been with the sea witch against his will thiswhole time? Had that … been his only experience with a woman?
Sharing blood with me had clearly opened a connection that allowed us to communicate. I understood that, now. He’d only been trying to have sex with me so he didn’t have to hurt me. Though I suspected hewantedto have sex with me.
Perhaps another time, after Merrick was safe. And maybe able to join in.
Shit, that thought was hot.
Going with my thought of Caspian being abused, I sent my own scene to him: that of him on top of me, thrusting over and over again while pulling my hair, mouth gaping as he came inside of me.
Caspian’s lips parted in shock, his eyes darkening with arousal. I felt it the next moment: hot, thick, and overwhelming. He blinked and it cleared. A vision of Merrick being corrupted by the sea witch came next.
Caspian was being noble. How quaint.
I sighed, running my hands through my hair. We needed to tweak this method of communication. My eyes closed as I thought through exactly what to send, and I shot it over to him. First, I showed him rescuing me from the sea witch’s cave, and guiding me to Javi’s family and their boat. Next, us on the dock again, this time kissing me. Finally, I followed it up with the two of us swimming together, going down to rescue Merrick.
Hopefully that would make it clear.
Caspian eyed me, hope so painfully stretched across his face that I wanted to hug him. The wind whipped around me, and I shivered. I sent Caspian a mental image of me returning to the house, sleeping, and getting up in the morning and putting on my wetsuit and other gear. The sea witch had taken my abilities, so I’d need to prepare to go back to the ocean like a human. I also sent him an image of Javi and his family’s boat.Caspian didn’t need to exhaust himself carrying me all the way out where we needed to be.
A stab of fear hit me when he saw the image of the boat in my mind, but I reinforced it with images of Javi battling the other mers to save me, and of him hugging me.Friend,I tried to say mentally.
Caspian sent back a wave of reluctant acceptance. I beamed at him.
