Marked by the Sea (Monsters’ Mates #1)

Chapter 7

Amora

Pleasure.

Pain.

Confusion.

When I finally broke free of the chains that held me under, familiar, almost transparent blue eyes stared down at me. Relief quickly turned into confusion as his lips parted and he spoke for the first time. He called me a good girl, and the praise caused my nipples to harden, making me start to pant. Pain filled me, and when my gaze lowered, I watched as he withdrew from me. My jaw dropped as it just kept going. How in the gods’ name was that inside of me? My heart dropped as I realized what was happening, but before my emotions could catch up with me, before I could even think or say anything, he sheathed himself in me.

A large bulge pushed against my opening. It hit over and over again. I didn’t know what it was, but it was something human men did not have. The merman told me I would take his knot. Whatever that was. I didn’t know. I shook my head, reached for him, and grasped onto his arms. The scales were smooth beneath my fingers. The last thing I remembered was thinking how beautiful he was. He’d almost looked like an angel, but now, beneath him, I realized how wrong I was. Not about his beauty. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen, but so was Lucifer. No, he was no angel. The size difference was overwhelming. He was at least twice my size. He held me in a vice grip, and I knew without a doubt that there would be no escaping.

“Do you still think me beautiful, little human?” Goosebumps broke out across my body. His words were nothing more than a taunt, but the reaction I had was real.

The monster of a man took me harshly. His movements were rough as he chased the pleasure my body gave him. I clawed at him, but when I realized I wasn’t even grazing his skin, I resorted to hitting. From this angle, I couldn’t reach his face, but my fists connected with every surface I could. I hadn’t taken into account the marble-like skin. With every punch, I did more damage to myself than him. His movements stopped. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and for the first time since the Handlers knocked on my door, I was forced to face my reality: I was utterly powerless. Weak to stop anything this monster wanted to do to me.

Our eyes locked, and an understanding passed between us. He knew I was done fighting. Still, he grabbed my wrists, holding them above my head with one clawed hand. My gaze trailed down his defined chest and abs that looked as if the gods themselves carved them by hand. My cheeks flushed as shame filled me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I turned my head until my cheek hit the cool floor. His free hand grabbed my chin, but his fingers were so long they dug into my scalp before he forced me to look back at him. Only when I opened my eyes did his hand disappear.

The thing above his cock was still doing that sucking thing, and my body jerked without my permission. He pulled out of me. My mouth fell open as he thrust into me, filling me until there was nothing but him. The sound of muffled moaning reached my ears, but the merman held me in a trance. He lowered himself, his muscular shoulders flexing and dipping as he propped himself up on his elbow. Closing my mouth, I swallowed as I came face to face with the monster who dragged me into the sea. It was only at this moment that I remembered, but I couldn’t find it in me to blame him. If my mother hadn’t dragged me out there, he wouldn’t have found me.

Something slimy gripped my hip, but I couldn’t look to see what it was because he pulled out of me. The suctioning demon from hell pulled on my clit, and against my will, I moaned. Damn him. His hips moved, and I fell apart. With every breath, his chest rubbed against my sensitive one. My nails dug into my palms as he found a rhythm that sent my heart racing and my blood pounding loudly in my ears. With every thrust of his hips, he elicited a treacherous moan from my lips. Light blue eyes watched every facial expression while betraying none. The only signs he was enjoying himself were the way his rhythm picked up, and what felt impossible to me was the thickening of his cock.

With every orgasm he wrung from my body, the wetter it became down there. Juices clung to my thighs. What felt like snakes gripped my thighs and wrapped them around his cold tail. I cried out as that large bulge pushed against my opening. I shook my head and choked on my words. His gaze lowered between us, and I couldn’t help but follow to see what was happening. There was nothing between us, not an inch, and definitely not air. He withdrew, and I gasped as blood and slick coated his cock. I was reeling when he once again thrust inside me, applying more pressure as he tried to push the massive bulge into my small hole.

“It’s not going to fit,” I rasped. He raised his eyes to mine.

“It will.” He tried again, and I cried.

“It won’t,” I whined.

“You will take my knot,” he growled.

The monstrous bulge was called a knot.

“I ca—ah,” I half-moaned, half-cried as his powerful hips thrust again. This time, he inched deeper. Releasing my wrists, he pulled me up with him as he sat up. I grabbed onto his shoulders and held on for dear life. My breasts pushed against his ribs, my face against his pierced nipple. The new position made him feel deeper, and it hurt. Claws pierced my skin as he lifted me by my hips, withdrawing from me, the suction pulling off with a pop before dragging me back down around his girth, filling me until my eyes rolled into the back of my head. The suction cup wrapped around my clit and pulsed.

He repeated the motion, and my body wound up tight. He grunted, and I couldn’t help it. My hips moved on their own accord as he used me for his pleasure. But I wouldn’t let him be the only one to benefit from this experience. I would as well. Every time he dragged me down on his thickness, I gyrated my hips. Moans fell from my lips as I chased whatever awaited me on the other side of this.

“Riftan,” he grunted harshly.

“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’t know 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 cheek as the aftershock of my orgasm rippled through me, that I got to look around.

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