Page 7 of Brine and Bone
Tongue flat and hot, he laved a stripe across her clavicle. Tasting her. Drinking in the shift of colors rippling across her skin. Eyes gleaming in her glow, basking in it as he kissed her every inch. Claimed her with teeth and tongue until she was squirming for him.
"You claimed my kingdom, greedy girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the bone between her breasts. "Took my seed and spawn." His lips sealed around the peak of her left breast, drawing the nipple into the heat of his mouth.
“Hgnnh,” she squealed, knuckles whitening where they were anchored against him. “Nyx… please…”
The sound she made. Gods, the sound. It sent blue light racing down his spine as his scales lifted. A reflex he couldn’t control.
He did it again.
Sucking. Slow and heavy. Deliberate. Nursing at her breast until the flesh swelled against his tongue, until her back bowed and her fingers found the ridges of his fins. He pulled back with a lewd pop. Admiring the puffy peak.
It was darker, now. Fuller. Distended in preparation for the babe growing inside her.
"I would conquer a thousand poisoned tides, just to watch you claim them as yours," he whispered, cupping her cheeks in massive hands. Thumbs sweeping back, tracing the blade of her cheekbones, he pressed his brow to hers. Breaths coming ragged through tattered gills. "I would let you take everything, Kore. My sweet, greedy girl."
“Yours,” she whispered, grey-gold eyes luminous as she looked down upon him. Sliding her fingers through his hair. Cradling his face. And then, “Please,” she said, thighs parting. Shifting. “Please. Taste what you do to me.”
The scent dragged him down. That devastating blend of citrus and ozone. Siren arousal thick in the water. A beacon of glistening, silky ribbons.
Groaning, he went. Willing. Aching for it.
Swollen. Flushed dark. Speckled with tiny little scales that rimmed her slit—so alien to anyVireliihe’d ever had. The lips of her pussy were engorged and parted, the hood of her clit pulled back to expose the swollen bud. Every ridge and fold slick with need, pulsing faintly with the same sunset colors that marked her transformation.
“So pretty,” he groaned, lips dragging down, kissing each hollow between her ribs, across the flat plane of her belly where scales gave way to soft, human flesh. "Every current in this ocean answers to me," he said, lips brushing her navel, he kissed her belly. Lingering over the heartbeat he knew was growing stronger with every tide. "Every creature that crawls throughdark waters." He spread her thighs. “All mine. And I would let you take all of it." Another kiss. Lower. Sipping at the ambrosia gushing between her legs with a lewd, unhinged groan. "Every fathom. Yours.”
“Nyx…” she moaned, his name broken into two syllables by the wanton catch in her throat. And then, slinging one thigh over his shoulder, Kore locked herself to him, and whispered, "Please." Hips rolling against his face, her desperation revealed in the flash of gold and violet in rapid, stuttering waves.
His jaw clenched.
Thalos had tasted this.
It came unbidden. Invasive. A thought that prickled under his scales and made his blood surge with heat.
Had she moaned for him like this?
Had shebegged?
Hands locked around her thighs, a snarl ripped from his chest. Something ravenous and livid. Something ancient that was slavering for slaughter.
Spreading her wider still, his claws dimpled that soft, human flesh. Feasting on the sounds she made, his lips crashed into her.
Tongue flat and pressed wide, he dragged it from the base of her slit to the peak of her clit in a single devastating stroke. Pulling a sound from her throat so lewd, so perfect and erotic, he was tempted to return to the surface and drag Thalos down. Make him watch what made a Siren sing for her king.
It was electric, the way she melted for him. The flood of slick that gushed between his lips. Coating his chin. Pooling between them, a body primed and aching. “That’s it,” he hummed, and sealed his lips over her pearl. Sucking hard enough to feel the little bud pull taut and throb as he worked her over.
The sound she made was the sweetest he’d ever heard.
Fingers twisting in his hair, pulling him close, she used him. Reckless and shameless. Grinding her swollen pussy against his face, she keened. Head thrown back.
Grinning, Nyx plunged his tongue inside her just to hear that sweet Siren song spill over her lips. Flicking over all that was sodden and glossed.
But it was then, when her flavor deepened, growing rich and dark, that he caught it.
The whisper of Thalos’ venom laced with his own.
“Mine,” he snarled against her flesh. “This is all mine.”
Nodding, eyes wide and rimmed in white, Kore’s lips parted. “Y-Yours,” she returned, watching without blinking. Giving up all that she was without an instant of pause.
