Natasha
Two days have passed, and Hayden is still recovering in the tent. Some lady told me to try finding healing seashells and pointed me in the right direction. I want to help Hayden by making him a necklace. So I'm at the beach, listening to the mutated, two-headed seagulls while I'm feeling the sand between my toes.
So far, I've only found three healing seashells, but I'm having fun and hum to myself while my skirt dances in the wind. The locals gave me new clothes, and I'm eternally grateful to them since I don't need to wear my stinky, unwashed rags.
I keep bending down to turn around seashells to see if there is a slight shimmer to them. The waves push up against my legs. Everything is peaceful, until suddenly something massive breaks through the waves, screeching like a demon.
I slip and fall on my butt in the water, startled by the loud sound and the massive chest taking up my field of vision. My heart is beating a mile per second. What type
Natasha I make it back to the tent where Hayden is resting. I'm still angry after my encounter with Aiden, or as I like to call him, "Mr. Dickface" and I angrily prepare the seashell necklace for Hayden. "I met this unbelievably infuriating asshole while I was searching for your seashells..." Hayden twitches when I hang the necklace around his neck. The magical glow turns more brilliant, and I jerk back in startlement when the merman abruptly opens his eyes. Never in a thousand years did I expect the magic to heal him so quickly, and my heart climbs up into my throat when Hayden sits up. He doesn't say anything, and sudden fear claws at me when he turns around. His eyes narrow, and I press my back against the tent when he approaches me with a glare. Every muscle is on display. He isn't wearing any clothes, and his flexing arms make my mouth go dry. Did I do something to piss him off? "Uh..." I lick my lips. "Hello?" Hay
Natasha I watch the waves push up on the beach while smiling. Today, I'm a morning person enjoying the warm breeze, and I love every minute of squinting up at the sun. My toes curl in the sand, and an uncharacteristic giddiness enters my body. I want to leave this island behind since being here makes me restless. Zafira seems to enjoy playing in the waves, but I'm bored out of my mind on this island. I'm also worried about Roger. Did he die? I need to see New Tortuga and find out. Hayden is no longer injured, and although there is a scar on his body, I know he is powerful enough to swim. My heart picks up pace as images of Hayden in his enormous, scary merman form enter my mind. Is it safe to let him take me away from here? I'm not sure what we are—friends or lovers? Regardless of the answer, Hayden seems different after his recovery. We talk less, and it feels like there is some distance between, and yet, whene
Natasha Hayden is staring down at me like a creep. He is like a pimple in the butt I can't quite reach. And while I might find him stupidly handsome, I'm irritated enough to run him over with a train. After many minutes of silence, the man speaks. "Are you seriously going to row back to New Tortuga?" I don't meet his eyes. I'm too pissed and angry with him. The man won't promise me he won't eat anyone close to me, so I keep building my raft while secretly hoping Hayden will slip and fall. "Did you hear my question?" "Yes," I swallow the urge to yell at him to leave me alone. "I heard you perfectly fine, and yes—I am building a fucking raft." "Even though I could take you there in no time?" "I rather not ride with the guy who can't promise he won't hurt those closest to me." Frustration makes Hayden laugh. He rakes his fingers through his hair and kicks away a seashell. "Because it would be stupid to promise something I
Natasha The sun is about to set, and it's soon time for bed. I'm heading back to the village, pissed and tired of confusing, gorgeous men, such as Hayden and his twin, Aiden. They both keep calling me their mate, and honestly, I wouldn't mind if they treated me like it. But I'm not that lucky—Hayden can't promise me he won't eat anyone, and Aiden is purely annoying. Sighing, I clutch my Victoria's secret bag tighter and keep walking ahead with a clouded mind. Too many thoughts are circling my head, and my heart is heavy. I wish I had never fought with Hayden because I'm probably about to end up finding him drunk— "You smell like my brother." I stop dead in my tracks, staring up at Hayden, who is basking in the sun with his colossal tail splashing in the waves. He is lying on his stomach, arms crossed and his head resting over his arm to eye me. Everything beneath his torso is in the water. My eyes trail his muscular, tanned bic
Hayden I stare up at the blinking stars, unsure of who I am now that I've fully merged with Tide and no longer hear his voice. I'm not the old Hayden anymore, and that's a relief. Stress no longer courses in my veins, and although the hotel and the business are still close to my heart, it's no longer the reason I'm still breathing. A tiny flicker underneath my hand brings my eyes down to the human sleeping on my chest. Natasha passed out after our session. She is terrified of my merman form, so I had to hypnotize her to indulge in sexual affairs with me. I should probably feel guilty, but I don't—I had to have her at least once, hold her, and treat her as if she is mine. And one day, she might be. "Cold..." Natasha mumbles in her sleep, hugging her arms to her frail, delicate body. "Hayhay..." My lips curve slightly at her mentioning my name, and I pull my hand over her like a blanket. Her weight is barely noticeable; she is as
Natasha I hate my life. Even more, I hate the giant merman in my life. No matter how hard I struggle, I can't break free from the tree trunk-sized fingers resting over my stomach. They are holding me in one place like those seats inside the carousels I rode as a child. And where the hell is Zafira?! She should be helping me! "Fucking Hayden..." I mutter and growl in pure frustration when the merman whistles through his nose. He is sound asleep, and I'm flipped on my back like a cockroach, fighting to escape him. Of course, my struggles go unnoticed. The merman doesn't move, doesn't stir no matter what I do—I'm the angry wind, trying to move mountains to no avail. Frustration is letting loose, and I desperately try to wriggle out of Hayden's hold. Sadly, I don't move an inch. "ARGGGHHH!" I'm panting like a dog, pissed-off, until the merman chuckles in what seems to be a half-asleep state. I've com
Natasha My head is spinning. Part of me feels sad for Hayden, but the more logical part of my brain is terrified of his merman form. "I will not stick around for when you turn into a giant sea monster, Hayden. No offense, but I don't trust you—not after you forced me to indulge in sexual activities with you!" "Forced you?" Hayden tilts his head, grinning faintly. "I removed your fear, but whatever was left was all you." "It was disgusting." "Yet you came multiple times." I blush. "And? If people knew—" "Do you usually share information about what you do in bed with your friends and family, Natasha?" My insides are boiling. I hate that Hayden is right, and his amused lips and stupid pretty-boy face make it hard to leave him on the beach. His arms are parked underneath his mighty chest, and I sigh in defeat. "You can turn into your leviathan form, but you won't be moving an inch, and neither will you talk. I need peace to
Hayden "You know what you need?" Natasha beams up at me. Her smile is more dazzling than the freaking sun. "A saddle!" She can't be serious. I like her, a lot actually, yet I won't downgrade myself and allow her to ride me like a horse! "I'm not going to wear a fucking saddle!" Although I raise my voice, Natasha doesn't back down. She wears that inspired expression, which tells me nothing will come between her dreams. I admire her persistence, but I still have my pride! "Then how are you going to transport me? I'm all ears." Natasha crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me, parting her sexy swollen lips, and I lose the ability to resist thinking about her in ways I can't have her. Fuck. Don't think about kissing her, Hayden. Stay calm. Her determined eyes focus on mine, and I fight like hell not to think about how soft her skin is beneath my fingertips, and god, her scent—remembering it makes me