Page 65 of The Pirate Queen of Ruin
Delphini pulls her in for another hug.
“We can’t change the past,”Love’s voice echoes through me.“There is only the future.”
“So,” I clear my throat. “You’ve met my mate?”
The Naiad delivers another gasp, and another chilling, bone crush hug. Even as she weeps all over us, there is something profoundly settling about calling Delphini that to someone off the ship, like admitting it to an old crewmate has fixed a small piece of my heart.
“I think I prefer being wife, if I’m honest,” Delphini pulls back and smiles at me. “You did basically marry us, wife.”
Is this what feeling faint is like? It’s like my head has caught in a whirlpool, swirling and swirling until I don’t know what way is up or down, left or right. The warmth of our connection explodes and my body is struggling to contain Love’s tentacles under my skin. My face is on fire.
But nothing is as hot as the place between my legs. My pussy has transformed into some kind of fucking waterfall, my underwear suddenly so damp I am concerned it will show through this unitard Delphini has dressed me in. My thoughts are flooded with that word, of her calling me her wife. We are bound together so much deeper than that, yet the word is at the centre of my whirlpooling mind.
Her wife.
“Captain,please please pleasetell me you-”
“There was no wedding.” I interrupt before Lottie gets any wetter in the face and say the most logical thing that comes to mind. “Love chose her for me.”
A pout forms on her lips. “So romantic, finding your mate is amazing, right? I heard a rumour that the council has changed a rule about dating humans. I think if I hadn’t found Marcus stuck in that tree, I’d have found a human.”
As she rambles on about fate and destiny, I sense Delphini’s focus shifting. Her gaze drifts around us, scanning the crowd. As much as we didn’t want to make ourselves known before we found him, Charlotte may have alerted Pat to our presence past the security gate. With her additional height, my human can see over the crowd enough to see faces. I am stuck eyeing people’s shoulders in hopes I can find anyone. Charlotte’s gaze slowly drifts, following Delphini’s watchful eyes, and conversation blissfully ceases.
“Charlotte, have you seen this man?”
Delphini pulls out my phone and unlocks the device. A picture of Pat is on screen in seconds, something she found on his social media after we got the next names on her list. Now that we have knocked over the first pillar of her revenge, Audrey Paine, the hunt has begun in earnest. The sooner we can be finished with it completely, the less likely the other prey will suspect us.
She looks at the picture for a long moment, then raises her fingers to her lips. It appears as though she is only blowing air through them, but a few heads turn towards us before a large man with thick black hair and arms the size of tree trunks is lumbering over to us like a dog just told he’d get a treat. Werewolves.
Before this man can get ahead of himself, I step in front of Delphini enough, so he keeps his filthy paws to himself. He will not lay a finger on my human.
“Phi! You’re alive.” His smiling, bubbling personality is a perfect match to Charlotte’s. To prevent himself from getting into trouble, he wraps both his arms around his small mate and looks at us expectantly.
“Again,” Charlotte adds with a firm nod to me, putting her mate in his place. Like me, she has always thrived on control, and it seems training a mutt is what she needs.
“It’s terrifying and nice to meet you, Ma’am.”
“Have you seen this guy, puppy?” She presents the phone to him.
Delphini’s fingers twitch in my hand at the pet name. Her eyes are focused on Charlotte for a moment too long, one that has me questioning if their friendship was something more or that perhaps she wanted something more. What about them did she crave? Was it a masculine presence in her relationship, or was it the softer, dominating tone that Charlotte used to ask her question? She has stated before that she wants everything I can give her, thatwecan give her. But is that enough? Does myomphaloscrave more than just Love and myself? Does she want everythingthe crewcan give her as well?
“Yup, he’s having a smoke at the far end of the club by the deckhands’ shed, out on the dock.”
“Fetch him and make sure he stays there.” Charlotte issues her command coolly, and Marcus bares his fangs before he rushes away from us.
My human clears her throat and I take a deep breath, calling on Love until I can feel their tentacles coil around me. This has been a surprisingly easy venture, one aided by an unlikely source.
Charlotte starts leading the way in the direction Marcus bounded off, but Delphini stops us from following.
“This is not the best time, but was it okay I called you that?”
My breath stutters. Was it okay? I pull her down until my cheek is pressed to hers, until my lips tease the shell of her ear. “I want to hear you scream that in front of the whole crew while I make you cum. You can call me your wife forever.”
“Tonight,” she says, her lips warm against my skin and the heat of her touch on my waist making my knees weak. “Take me to the bath, and I’ll do whatever you ask.”
She pulls back to look at me. Her breath heats my lips, but I don’t kiss her like I desire. If I do that now, I will drag her under the pier like a sea monster of old and fuck her senseless. Denying us now will make giving in so much more powerful later.
“Then be a good girl for me, Delphini.”
