Page 55 of Unmoored

She convulsed on top of me, tightening around my shaft and crying out as she reached her climax, and I followed almost immediately. The lip under the head of my cock swelled, and pleasure rippled through me as my release pumped into her in hot spurts.

“What’s happening?!” She gasped.

“My hook,” I ground out, coming even harder as the swollen lip found the ridge inside her. “We have what’s called a hook. It’s a lip at the base of my head, and it rests against a divot inside Talassi women. The purpose is to hold us together during fornication. I wasn’t sure you’d have one yet, or ever, but you do.”

By the time I finished explaining I was almost seeing stars, come still leaking out of my cock while her belly swelled against my torso.

“You’re hitting something deep, and it feels incredible, Draya!” She croaked, her pussy fluttering around the base of my dick, “I’m still coming.”

“Me too,” I said, pressing into her as hard as I could while the last bit of my orgasm faded. “We’ll be attached like this for a few moments.”

“I think I’ve actually died this time,” she said, her head falling onto my shoulder. “This is so intense, I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to be disconnected.”

“Then take your pleasure,” I urged, and she ground against me again, letting out the smallest whimper. I pressed a thumb to her clit once more before stroking the pads of my fingers over her labia, and she rocked her hips against my hand until she was shaking with another climax.

I held her tight against me, soaking up every gasp as she clutched my shoulders and tensed with each wave ofpleasure. As the last of her orgasm faded, and my hook began to abate, we floated together in the pool until our bodies had calmed. She still clung to me, as if she wanted to stay connected like this forever, and I reveled in the feeling.

I was in love with this woman, a man gone mad. And if I couldn’t keep her with me until our very last days, I thought I might have died on the spot.

Eventually we separated, cleaning our bodies and shifting back into our human forms as we collapsed in a heap on her bed. Despite our exhaustion, sleep was an afterthought. We spent hours entangled with each other, and when we finally drifted off to sleep, I decided I’d follow her on whatever path she chose.

38

HAZEL

Every emotion I’d been too terrified to explore came flooding through my senses at the mere touch of Draya’s hands. The caress of someone who wanted to love and nurture me brought a sense of comfort and serenity that I’d been unable to find elsewhere, and I’d been longing for it for as long as I could remember. He pleasured me over and over throughout the night, using his tongue, his body, his Talassi form and his human form. If I’d ever had any doubt about how this man felt about me, it dissolved like a snowflake falling into the Atlantic.

I was completely and utterly consumed by him, yet somehow I still craved more.

The feeling of him moving inside me was addictive, filling me until my belly was swollen with his seed, and the urge to claim him as mine forever bloomed. Never in my life had I felt the need to stake my claim on someone, but it burned like an eternal flame inside my core.

After far too little sleep, I awoke to find Draya’s tongue between my legs, not letting up until I was crying out hisname. He only stopped due to a loud knock at the door, which promptly brought me out of my lustful haze and replaced my waking bliss with heated cheeks and a pit of embarrassment growing in my belly.

“This better be important,” Draya growled, crawling off the bed and quickly pulling on his linen pants.

The two men who typically accompanied Cordelia stood outside my door, and I made little effort to meet their gazes. Instead, I shrunk behind Draya, clutching his hand like a frightened child.

“The Prince is awake, and he’s requesting to see you,” the blonde man said.

“Now?” Draya asked.

“Not you,” the blonde man ground out. “Her. And yes, now.”

“Give us a moment,” Draya said, immediately shutting the door in their faces.

Prince Inaki was restingin an elaborate underwater chamber within the Queen’s residence, requiring me to shift as much as I could before entering. The room was gilded with pearls and shells, bathed in opulence at every turn. He lay on some type of bed, made of shells and rocks and covered in sea moss, and The Queen floated to his right, a hand on his shoulder.

The Prince was a beautiful man, so striking that even his surroundings couldn’t detract from his allure. Unlike theemerald green skin of his mother, his was a paler, more iridescent hue. At the island I’d thought him pale from malnutrition or sickness, but now that he’d been nursed back to health, I realized it was his true coloring. His hair was a dark silver, shimmering in the pale light emitted from the dark stone surrounding us.

The Queen beckoned us forward, and I moved at a snail’s pace, still unsure how much I trusted, or even liked the woman. As I stepped within a few paces of Prince Inaki, his eyes shot open.

I froze, staring into the hazel eyes of the Talassi Prince, my gaze locked with his as we took each other in. A strange familiarity hung in the water between us, and it felt as if he were staring straight into my soul.

His face scrunched to a frown, and he looked me up and down a few times, the gears clearly turning in his head. Draya placed a hand on the small of my back, and gooseflesh covered the human skin I still had exposed as I wondered what Prince Inaki would say. Would he hate me? Would he thank me? Did he recognize me somehow?

“Is your mother Margaret Emerson?” he asked, jolting me out of my thoughts.

I stilled for a moment, unsure how to answer. His piercing eyes never left mine, and I sensed an air of desperation behind them.