Sacrificed to the Sea - Cari Silverwood Page 0,46

A warm, deep kiss that absorbed her completely until frissons of desire cascaded down her spine, until they shifted and their tails changed into legs.

Arousal had forced them both into human form. Their bodies drifted in the currents. Small fish dodged past, zipping around them. An immense, silvery school of sardines flooded by, shielding them from their surroundings.

Abruptly, his mouth opened wider and he tensed against her. There was a shove forward, then another pair of hands slipped about Wolfgang, over her arms. Big, male hands.

Merrick eyed her from over Wolfgang’s shoulder, his jagged line of teeth converting to human type in seconds.

“Will I fuck your ass or hers, Wolfgang?”

His words had sounded like a purr, quite an achievement underwater.

She smiled and spoke, “Here is my surprise gift for you, my love.” Her lips breathed on and brushed over Wolfgang’s as the three of them pirouetted in the water, spiraling lower.

The ocean here was miles deep.

“Your Merrick survived also. This is how I knew what to do to make you one of us. The more prolonged and intense the lovemaking, the greater the love, the surer the result. We two are now three.”

It shocked her to hear Wolfgang’s first somber words to Merrick, “Do not ever hurt her, or I will feed you to a fucking shark.”

Merrick laughed and kissed his back. “You know I would never do anything like that.” He winked at her. “Thinks he owns you, huh? Wait until I tell him how many ways I’ve had you while he’s been sleeping.”

It was true. And somewhat blushworthy. The newly made merman was a lover to rival Wolfgang.

“The fuck you wouldn’t.” A threat again? Though the sigh that came from Wolfgang and the higher pitch of his words alerted her to Merrick doing something dirty to him.

She kicked her legs – even without a tail, negotiating the sea was easy. If he was screwing Wolfgang from behind, she wanted to watch this…

And also volunteer to be the filling in a sandwich made by their bodies.

The future was looking wonderful, and definitely not lonely.

Then Merrick grabbed her and dragged her into the middle. “Come here, my mermaid fucktoy.”

The sandwich was happening sooner than she’d imagined.

Wolfgang took little prompting, or none. His hot mouth descended on hers, his tongue swiping deep into her mouth, playing her, taunting her as he held her breast as if it were essential to life. She uttered tiny shocked noises at his shifting grip, at the twisting of her nipple and the crueler kissing. While Merrick… Merrick enthusiastically explored her back all the way down to her ass with hands and mouth. Then he reversed his journey, biting and kissing from her inner thighs to shoulders.

Some were large, shudder-inducing, bites of possession.

If the ocean was wet, she was far wetter.

Fingers slipped inside her, fucking her.

Still kissed, still held, then opened wider, with her legs spread by knees and hands, she whimpered, turning, writhing.

They swathed her in lust, thrust bare cocks at her ass or slid them along her slit. Her legs wrapped over Wolfgang and about his waist, she clutched him to her.

Until…

His hand clutched about her throat then Merrick impaled her at the rear, the head of his cock popping in, making her hold her breath, her heart thudding at the abrupt and somewhat painful intrusion.

He speared further, growling nonsensical curses, sucking his cock out, thrusting in, firmer, deeper. Wolfgang laughed into her neck, then leaned back. His eyes, she glimpsed those through the whirl of her hair while he stared at her face, probed at her pussy with his cock, and pushed at her.

In…

Both of them. The double penetration was mind-rending for the first few seconds.

She bowed her back, shut her eyes.

Someone latched onto her breast. And sucked at her.

With both of them kissing her, biting her, pistoning in, and with their hands on her everywhere, up and down became irrelevant.

Hurled into her first climax, she wrenched at someone’s back with her nails, cutting into skin.

The taste of mer-blood entered the sea.

Sharks would not dare interrupt this wild, ecstatic embrace. They were not prey.

Enfolded again, murmured to, loved, stirred to new passion, she sighed in their grasp, groaned at the licking of her intimate places – such devotion in the use of warm tongues and mouths – at the delirious climb into fresh arousal.

She found a man and kissed down him, bit his thighs, only to be fucked by whoever was at her ass – they were slow, yet rough and forceful, and