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
Hayden I'm waiting on the beach. Natasha told me she needed to grab something important from town, and I handed her some gemstones. Electronic money is useless these days, but coins, gold, and jewels work. "Sorry for the delay!" I move to gaze to the pathway leading to the beach, spotting the crazy woman holding three bottles of rum. She is wearing a pirate hat and beaming at me like the freaking sun. Laughter rolls inside my mind; it seems Tide, the merman voice inside my head, has been awakened. I swear to god I'm a psychopath for having a second person inside my head. Vivian read werewolf novels in the past, where the werewolves had their wolf talking to them inside of their head. Well, I have Tide, a merman who looks exactly like me, speaking to me daily. 'Oh, come on!' I can hear the smile in Tide's voice. Usually, he only cares about eating and hunting, but he likes Natasha. 'Admit our mate is amusing!' I eye the black-ha
Natasha My head is spinning, tripping as I squint up at the sun. I have eaten nothing, and I'm paying the price for drinking rum by puking over the side of the boat. Fuck alcohol, and screw God for creating this delicious liquid, toxic in the first place. What is the point if you're going to end up hungover? I only get to dry my mouth on the back of my hand before my knees buckle, and I once again empty my stomach. "Ugh..." There is a bitter taste inside my mouth after I've royally vomited, and I grow dizzy when the entire boat sways from side to side like a fucking carousel. A head emerges from the ocean, and my little ship almost topples over. "Ew!" Hayden exclaims in disgust, and water drips down from his massive torso when he stretches out in the sun like some newly risen water god. "You did not just puke all over my fucking hair!" I lie down on my back and laugh at his expression. The sun is blocked out, and life would be pretty g
Natasha Growing up, I didn't have friends—bearded men and bottled rum surrounded me. My step-dad, Roger, was the captain of our ship, and the men and I were his loyal pirates. Well, I was his daughter, his pride and princess, and not allowed to join in on the sword fighting and robbery. Of course, I never listened and beat my first opponent as a twelve-year-old. Okay, so the man I stabbed my sword into might have been drunk, but I finished him regardless, and not twenty-four hours later, the men on our ship called me the pirate princess. And how do you keep breathing after such a bloody past? I'm an eighteen-year-old—not a girl, but not quite a woman yet, and I've already murdered people. So how do I survive? These days, I drink and try to stay away from trouble. Earning money and buying myself a new crew to murder Scylla is my goal, but when I'm all alone, the faces of the men I've slaughtered in cold-blood haunt me. That is w
HaydenNew Tortuga is ahead of me, but the little one who kept asking, "Are we there yet?" a billion times is now napping in the nape of my neck.I huff a laugh.Natasha isn't a cute sleeper. She has bent one leg by the knee while her other leg whips against my neck while I swim. Her foot keeps kicking me, reminding me of her presence in case the snoring wasn't enough.Still, my heart is cracking open a little, despite my best efforts to keep it closed from Natasha. She doesn't treat me differently when I transform, and that's everything to me. The little one is quickly infiltrating my mind, but I will not open up to her fully until I'm one hundred percent convinced she won't leave me.There are still so many things she doesn't know about me.Tide sighs heavily. 'I understand your concern, but chances are Natasha won't care even if she finds out the things that make us... Well, a merman.'I dismiss Tide's words and crawl up on the bea
HaydenI'm in a terrible mood, lost and disappointed. Natasha looked at me as if I were a monster set on earth when Roger shot me. Her breathing ceased when I took that bullet, and every inch of me felt as if I had bled out in the sand.I survived the shot, but the thoughts written on her face hurt more than the actual bullet.Ugh, I knew Natasha was trouble. I hate being a merman already, and her frightened eyes wrecked me from within—what is the point in having a mate if they fear you?Fuck Natasha.Fuck Love.Fuck life.And fuck Vivian and the sex music blasting out from the windows. I grit my teeth as I storm inside the building to find Vivian moaning while a young man is between her legs.Really?In the fucking lounge?!"Oh, yes!"Vivian is lying in the red velvet chaise lounge, dressed in her white see-through nightgown, and her eyes travel to the back of her head as she moans again. Blonde hair
Natasha "Please." My eyelashes flicker up to the dark skies while I'm down on my hands and knees. I've never begged for anything in my life, never once wanted something so badly that I couldn't stop my body from shaking. But I'm trembling right now, eyebrows furrowing in torment as I look up at the giant merman peering down at me. His lips form a dark, seductive smirk, and my brain is so fevered I can't think, can't focus on anything else other than having his tongue between my legs. Cropped pants are leaving my lips, and that's when the merman's self-control snaps like a rope. Hayden dips down his head, gently sucking my legs into his mouth with hunger in his ocean-blue eyes. His warm breath catches onto my skin, and I whimper slightly in a purely physical response to his tongue running further up my thighs. I inhale. "Oh-my-god..." My pussy is clenching with need, and the merman lifts his head from the beach, making me sink f
Natasha After eating a big pancake breakfast together with Roger, I leave the blue dragon egg tucked between my bedsheets before heading outside to explore New Tortuga. Hayden can wait. I need to focus on myself, but to do that, I have to take care of a slight problem—my female hormones and my horniness. Therefore, I search through the pirate town until finding a bookstore. Every house is built of wood, and the colors are flaky, yet I feel at home on this island. Even the bookstore gives me an inviting spirit as I enter it. The bell above the door makes a sound, and I wave at the older man standing behind the desk as I enter the dusty old bookstore. "Good morning!" "Ah, a customer! How exciting!" The man pushes his glasses further up his nose and tilts his head at me. His hair is whiter than snow, while his skin is tanned from staying outside for too long. "Anything, in particular, you're looking for?" I nod at him, loo
NatashaAfter the initial shock of running into Hayden wore off, I hurried to find his hotel on top of the cliff of New Tortuga.The ocean lies behind the hotel, and a cobblestone path leads up to the grand, white building. Cottages inhabit the sides of the road, and I passed many glaring pirates on the way here."Okay." I take a deep breath. "Time to convince the CEO that I'm worth hiring as his cleaning lady."I walk inside the magnificent building with burning confidence coursing through my veins. My back is held straight, and for a moment, I feel good about myself. Sadly, I instantly lose my ability to breathe when I notice the fancy people inside.Jesus Christ.What am I doing here?I don't belong here. I wear rags, my black captain hat with a skull, and other clothes with holes in them, while the other guests carry expensive dresses and monocles.Shit.Everywhere I turn, the lounge is filled with people as tall as