Katja
My eyes are caught on the moon while my heart is trying to pound through my ribcage. I'm nervous. John is the more experienced one, the older, hot guy who has had his fill of plenty of women.
I've seen women throw themselves at his feet, but I can't precisely blame them.
John is hotter than hell, and I grow self-conscious of that insight. His large, manly hands are on my thighs, tongue licking me between my legs. I see his dark hair and mountainous shoulders move when I lower my gaze, and my insides throb with need.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I want him.
But what if my vagina looks weird or something?
A hundred thoughts are racing through my skull. But then an involuntary moan slips out through my parted lips, interrupting me. Oh-my-god, John is the devil—merciless as he sucks my clit!
My fingers grab his hair, twisting it, and I can sense John smiling in satisfaction against my skin. "Enjoying ourselves, are we?"
Katja I wake to the sound of tropical birds and the blazing sun trying to kill me with its light. I roll over with a groan, only to almost slip down from John's muscular neck. Ah, that's right. I was nuzzling John before we fell asleep, talking about favorite songs and music before dozing off on top of him. His neck, dark hair, and pulse felt warm, and the merman promised he wouldn't move in his sleep, so I stayed. A loud voice yawns. "Morning..." John reaches for me with one hand, and I slide into his palm. His sleepy blue eyes become my beautiful sky, and he breathes a laugh through half-curled lips. "You have bed hair..." John says. His eyes are warm, filled with affection before he kisses me with those lips I can't run away from—not that I want to. A flock of doves swarms my stomach, and I laugh as his soft lips cover my body's upper half. I don't remember ever putting on my clothes after our love-making or when my pants di
John Epilogue Many years later, I still wake up wanting to see my wife first thing in the morning. Kitty Kat and I have been together forever, but something about merman genes and the mate-bond keeps us from aging. We do age, only much slower. Not that I mind—it only means I get more time to spend with the love of my life. She makes it a true blessing to wake up every morning. I peer down at my left palm, smiling at the human who uses one of my fingers as her body pillow. I'm not much larger than I was ten years ago, but since Kat was attacked by a group of dire wolves last year, my resolve to protect her has grown. Kat is prohibited from sleeping without me, and I want her around me all the time, even if she is a loud snoring lady. I find it amusing when she sounds like an airplane, so I haven't told her about it. As I hover above her, I stroke a finger down her petite back, biting my lower lip when she smiles in her sleep. My
Natasha Most days, I'm trapped inside my head and stuck on remembering the past before the apocalypse happened. I miss my childhood, when people had regular jobs, and when schools mattered. Ten years ago, I had parents, friends, and neighbors. I was a carefree little girl who rarely worried about tomorrow—that changed when monsters rose from the sea and destroyed our cities. Humans are no longer safe. Most people are bound to live in cities heavily guarded by the military, and others, like me, are forced to steal to survive the next day. And my poverty is all because of Scylla, the monstrous mermaid, who destroyed my entire city and ate my parents. She is a beast, and I have sworn to murder her once I have enough money to buy myself a crew ready to tackle anything. I pick up a photograph. "Ugh," there is a picture of an old woman holding a cat, but the frame is made of silver—I throw it into my black XXL garbage bag that I've slung over my bon
NatashaThe sky is dark and starry—perfect for navigation. Tonight, I won't get lost at sea, and Roger won't have a reason to bully me at home.Roger, my adoptive father, likes to point out that I'm not a full-fledged pirate princess yet. According to him, making it home without a map is something every pirate should know."I will be home in no time!" I toss my stolen goods into my motorboat and climb in, ready to hit the ocean. I'm not supposed to be parking here, and I better leave before there is a ticket."Fuck this man!" A man grumbles from the bridge leading to all the parked luxury boats. Yachts are bobbing on the water surface, and it seems the voice is headed there. "We shouldn't have taken him!"My curiosity gets the best of me, and I silently watch the policemen carry Hayden Archer into their police ship equipped with sirens.Most of the world is underwater, and some countries no longer exist, while new islands have popped u
Natasha I'm fading from the lack of oxygen until something strong curls around me, towing me to the surface. The instant I break through the water, I sharply inhale. Cold air enters my lungs as my chest pulls back. I'm not thinking when I grab whatever is holding me—I'm acting on pure instinct. "What the hell?!" A loud, scary voice is yelling at me, and it sounds like thunder and anger. "You can't swim—why the hell didn't you tell you didn't know how to swim?!" I blink salt out of my eyes and stare at a giant wall of flesh before me. An eight-pack of massive, granite abs draped over with beautifully tanned skin is staring me in the face. My cheeks turn molten. Is this person Hayden? I barely have time to ponder before I'm gently moved away from the water by whoever saved me from drowning. Fingers, thicker than tree trunks, pull me closer to the person's carved chest. But the intimacy that generally would make me blush got me fe
NatashaFinding out Hayden is married is a bummer. But what did I seriously expect? That the hot, tall, and insanely broad-shouldered man wasn't already taken?Ugh—don't be foolish, Natasha. Besides, lusting over a merman isn't wise either, considering my deep fear of them. Hayden seems nice now, but that might change.I stand up, brushing my dirty, black hair to one side of my neck. I'm skinny and malnourished from sailing the seas without food for days, but although I might look like a weakling, I'm brimming with confidence.Although, I feel way tinier than usual around Hayden. His fancy suit is eating up my shoulders as I wear it, and his delicious scent is doing weird things to the chemicals inside my brain. My insides are fluttering, and I hand the guy a smile."So, is there a town on this island?"Hayden studies me. "There is... Why?"My fingers rake through my dirty hair. "Well, since you destroyed my beloved ship, I thin
Natasha When I walk outside of the restaurant, I catch Hayden talking with a group of girls. He is speaking animatedly, yet it does nothing to calm down the girls, who appear terrified of him. Their faces are pale, and I notice their legs are shaking. It's with no surprise that I watch the girls disappear into the restaurant, causing Hayden to mutter after them. "Suit yourself..." I step forward, forcing out my voice. "What was that about?" I'm unstable after Hayden threatened to eat everyone inside the restaurant. And Hayden narrows his eyes in delight as if he savors how rattled I must still appear from our earlier argument. I can see his lips curling by the corners, like my state of fright is his source of satisfaction. His expression bothers me because I would like to believe that the smiling guy I got to see a glimpse of on the beach is real. I genuinely hope Hayden doesn't like it when people are afraid of him. But what d
Natasha I'm a virgin. I've never been with a man before, never kissed someone's warm lips, and Hayden is every girl's wet dream—tall, muscular and exquisite, like a piece of art. His long eyelashes and parting lips whispering dirty words into my ears—I'm falling for everything about this man, and I can't do anything to stop it. Regardless of his claim of not being gentle, his eyes speak a different story when he kisses me and shoves his tongue deep inside of my mouth. I'm burning and going down in flames, loving how his enormous hands remove the little cloth covering my breasts. His voice goes low. "You're beautiful." Suddenly I'm naked behind the goddamn restaurant, but I don't care. My heart is beating, wanting and needing this man. Hayden's large, manly hands squeeze my small breasts, and his tongue goes down, warm and wet, against the sensitive little nub. And the man knows what he is doing. For the first time in my life, I lose co