Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 144411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
But you’ll have to, eventually, my mind reminds me.
Be that as it may, tonight we’re coming together.
“Hell,” I cry out, my hand jerking faster now and I can feel my release around the corner, almost there, almost fucking there.
“Come inside me,” she urges breathlessly, her hips bucking to meet my hand, her eyes closed, her head arching backwards. “I want you inside me.”
Those are the words I’d been waiting to hear, the words that send me over the edge, even though I know I won’t obey them. But to hear her need for me, her want for me, overriding her hate for me, there’s nothing more wicked than that.
I come with a roar, my seed shooting out in thick ropes to land on her belly, her breasts, even up onto her collarbones. She gasps, staring down at the mess I left on her, another physical way of claiming her as mine, and I quicken my wrist to bring her to release, my fingers thrusting in deep, my thumb sliding over her wet swollen heat.
“Ramsay!” she yelps, her hips bucking uncontrollably against my hand like a wild horse. Her body trembles violently, her walls squeezing my hand with python-like strength and, damn, do I wish it was my cock now that was being punished this way.
With my breath still ragged and my heartrate returning to normal, I tuck my spent cock back into my breeches and remove my fingers. She lifts her head up to stare at me through sated eyes and I lock eyes with her as I slide my fingers along my lips, tasting her sweetness, letting it coat my tongue.
Then I lower my head and lick up the seed I spilled on her body before it can drip to the floor, the two flavors mingling, the taste of what our union would be. One could get addicted to it.
“Captain!”
I jerk, startled at the interruption and turn to see who has intruded on this intimate moment between a captor and his captive, a captain and his monster.
Page John is standing in the doorway looking at me with worry but when he finally notices Maren hanging naked from chains, her body glistening in the lantern light from the wet passes of my tongue, his eyes nearly bulge out.
“What is it?” I snap. “I’m a wee bit busy.”
“It’s Sedge, Captain,” he says, bringing his eyes back to me. “He’s missing.”
This is news to me. Bad news. My gut sinks. “Missing? How can you be sure?”
“They’ve checked the whole boat, Captain.”
“They can’t have since you’re the first person we’ve seen down here.”
“He was last spotted on the deck.”
“The deck!?” I exclaim. That’s the last place Sedge should be.
“Yes sir. He wanted to help fight the skeleton crew.”
This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all.
I glance at Maren and there’s a softness in her eyes, a concern for Sedge, and yet I know I can’t trust it.
“John boy,” I say as I walk over to him and put my hand on his shoulder, leaning in to stare at him dead in the eye. He’s young, only eighteen, and a long ways off from becoming a full member of the Brethren, but I trust him all the same. “I’ll go see what’s happening but I can’t leave her alone. She’s dangerous, do you understand? She’s not who you think she is.”
“Okay sir,” he says unsurely.
I give his shoulder a hard squeeze. “I need you to watch her. You don’t need to do anything but stand in this doorway and watch her. Don’t even think about getting close to her. Do you understand me, boy?”
He nods, shoulders going back. “Yes. Yes, sir.”
I glance back at Maren. “You be a good girl,” I warn her. “Good girls get rewards.”
Then I slap John on the back and head out of the room to find out what happened to my dear Sedge.
CHAPTER 17
Ramsay
“What do you mean Sedge is missing?” I yell as I step onto the upper deck.
Thane comes storming toward me, hands behind his back. “He was last seen up top. He said he wanted to help Drakos, knowing he was still injured.”
“The damn sweet fool,” I curse. “Did anyone see him taken? Killed?”
I look around at the crew who shake their heads. The entire deck is a mess of bones, most of them crawling about. I see a twitching hand near my boot and I stomp on it, shattering the fingers.
A frustrated noise sounds in my chest and I go to the rail and look behind me at our wake, the sky and sea black as onyx, the fog sitting in the distance like a blanket. The moment we got what we wanted and the mermaid was brought on board, we pushed off from the Norfinn and began to sail away. Not all of the skeleton crew were defeated, and I never even saw the captain, but since we stole something of theirs we had to make quick work of escaping, otherwise the battle would drag on for days, as it often does when you’re battling the undead.