Hayden
My head isn't in the right place tonight. I'm feeling hurt and betrayed by the gods for picking me this fantastic mate and then making her so terribly afraid of me.
I understand that I'm not a human, and yes, I have some aggressive tendencies. My mood shifts a hundred times a day. I'm bad at keeping my temper. I yell, and I fight. I'm huge and still growing every day—I'm a freak of nature, capable of destroying ships and men alike, but I would never physically hurt Natasha!
Natasha, fuck, when did I even fall for her? It wasn't love at first sight—it was more like head-first into a pole and unable to think straight for days. She occupies all my thoughts, and every time she looks my way, my insides turn into mush.
My entire being belongs to Natasha, the gorgeous, clever woman who makes me laugh and hope for a brighter future. She blows my mind whenever she talks. She is brave, fierce when needed, and when she bites her bottom lip and sizes me up
NatashaIt broke my heart to see Hayden kiss that other woman earlier, but I guess it was inevitable.Hayden told me he was married, and the gorgeous blonde seemed like someone he would date and cherish. They both looked like two supermodels making out, and I'm having difficulty believing Hayden would get invested in someone like me.I'm not pretty.Neither am I wealthy nor successful.What do I even have to offer?I'm funny—I think that's my only good quality.Meanwhile, Hayden is older than me, and he has had a career that he is still trying to retain. He has more life experience than me. He spent his money building hotels and making a family while I was orphaned and raised by pirates.What do we even have in common?No way would Hayden pick me. I'm only his sex toy, someone to fool around with for the hell of it."Nice weather, isn't it?"Oh, right—I'm on a date.I pass Nick a forced s
Natasha Fear curls around my neck, and unexpected tears prickle behind my eyelids when Hayden crawls closer. A large, muscled arm turns into my ceiling, and I have the urge to run and beg for my life when his gigantic, ocean-blue eyes peer down into my face. I always looked into those eyes with awe, wanting the handsome, rugged man to want me as much as I wanted him as I gazed upon him. I still want him, I realize, even if my entire body is shaking. Hayden's lips are a stretch on his face. He doesn't say a single word, and tension grows in my limbs when he uses a finger to move my arm above my head. What is he doing? My breaths become more rapid, more shallow. I count to ten in an attempt to calm down, my heart racing faster—it's not working. Hayden narrows his gaze, dips his head, and licks my wound. Wet saliva covers my entire arm, and the pain ebbs away. Is the merman healing me? At that moment, everything melts away
Hayden I gaze down at Natasha's sleeping form, wishing to join her. The only thing stopping me is how awkward it would be to explain what I'm doing sleeping naked next to her when she wakes up. "Hayden..." Natasha mumbles in her sleep. Smiling, I brush her hair away from her face. "I can't tell whether your attraction or fear felt toward me is stronger. I'm hoping, no, praying the first will take out the other." As expected, Natasha doesn't answer me, and I silently take her tiny cold hand in mine. Yesterday, after she passed out in the sand on the beach, I carried her to the hotel, and now I'm refusing to leave her side, convinced she has caught a fever. My heart clenches in pain as I watch Natasha stir in her sleep. I've never had a person to turn to when the world is cold and dark. Yet, as I sit here, I realize how wrong those words are as I gaze down upon Natasha. Natasha gives me hope for a brighter future, and my heart longs for
Hayden I make it to Natasha's cabin and notice the door is unlocked. Cautiously, I push it open with searching eyes. "Hello? Anybody home?" When there isn't a reply, I relax my shoulders and enter one bedroom. The bedsheets carry my mate's scent, overwhelming my senses. For a merman, the smell of their mate is intoxicating, and when I spot a pair of used underwear on the floor, I forget all about the damn dragon egg. I pick up Natasha's pink underwear, and without a bone of shame in my body, I press it to my nose. Fuck, she smells so sweet! My back tenses and my skin is prickling. I'm struggling to stand still and not take my twitching cock out from my jeans—I have to slap myself to slip the underwear into my pocket. Shit, what the hell is the matter with me? I inhale and slowly exhale when I realize I'm rigid as a pole from sniffing Natasha's underwear like some sick pervert. I'm pathetic, head-over-heels in love already, and I rake my hand t
Hayden The wind bites my skin as I walk down the alley leading to New Tortuga's central street, and Zafira cuddles up to me, searching for warmth. "It's alright, girl," I tell the dragon in a voice I hope she finds soothing. My fingers brush her fluffy head, and I smile. "The weather is bad, but we will get to your mother." The dragon chirps. "Chup!" I'm about to take the gnarly pathway to my hotel standing on the cliffside, but the weather is slowing me down. Brochures fly past my face, and a vendor screams when his parasol snaps away. "No, come back!" I turn around, and my heart stops in my chest when a terrible song vibrates through the air. Thunderclouds are rolling in from a distance, and I can already determine the ocean wishing to climb up on land, enchanted to do so by the mystical voice. "SIREN!" "TO THE LIFEBOATS!" Confusion hits me when pirates and ordinary folks run for the beach, leaving everything
Natasha From the depths of the dark, I watch the monsters with glowing eyes and dinosaur-like bodies chase away Scylla, whose haunting voice carries through the sea. Suits her right. I'm smiling until breathing underwater turns challenging—Hayden's magic must be running out. My hands reach for my throat, and I kick with my legs, desperate to break through the surface. But the waves are wild, and lightning strikes from the skies above. I gasp for air, and then I'm slung into a rock. Pain wrecks my body from within, and I swallow water before attempting to crawl over the mossy rock. My hair hangs in clumps, and salt burns my eyes and makes it challenging to see. A tsunami, much more giant than any I've ever seen before, is building up in the distance, but the water isn't calm. The waves are already wild, and thunder crashes down, again and again. It seems storms arise whenever Scylla makes an entrance. I get up on the roc
NatashaIn my favorite song carried out by the beautiful woman Lana Del Rey, she sings, "They say that the world was built for two," and that line in the lyrics never spoke to me before.Now, I can barely breathe without shattering like glass. It seems love isn't something slowly building up—it's there from the beginning without you realizing it.My heart sang for Hayden, and now the cruel gods have snatched him away from me. Melodies and colors have drained from my life and left dullness behind. Every corner of the planet feels like a black hole, wanting to suck my lonely soul inside. I'm slowly dying, but the worst part is the pain of not having told Hayden that I love him.I love him.Shit, I'm tearing up again.I sob the lyrics to the first song mentioned and have to blink away tears repeatedly.Inhaling, I press myself to Hayden's cold skin, stroking my hand over his jawline with Zafira sitting next to me. Her tiny, fluffy
Natasha Twilight has broken out, and I'm all alone. Hayden never answered my question. His eyebrows knitted together, forming this pained expression that I'm sure will haunt me for the rest of my life. His eyes were so sad. As if I had somehow broken his heart by asking what a mate was, and then he passed out. Whatever. I'm okay with him being sad, mad, or even pissed with me as long as he makes it through tonight. I'm worried sick about him. My heart screams, begs for Hayden's nearness, and I stare into the bonfire with tears prickling behind my eyelids. "Are you cold?" I peer up at an older woman, smiling when she offers me a colorful, sewed blanket. "Thank you." Zafira is sleeping in my lap, and she chirps in delight when I wrap the warm blanket around us. "You're welcome," the woman takes a seat by the fire with me, staring into the flames with embers flying close to her face. There are plenty of wrinkles ar