“Okay.” Slipping the dress over her head, she let it fall to her ankles. “Is there some special occasion I should be aware of?”
He kissed her forehead and brushed her tangled hair out of her eyes. “Aside from the return of my queen?” he asked.
Lucy’s chest started to tighten with oncoming hypoxia, so she just nodded and accepted his hand.
The rising sun beat down on her head, and she had to force herself not to run into the waves. The sea was as calm as a sheet of glass, the faint tips of whitecaps frothing in the distance. It was so unusual for northern California, but she said nothing.
Maybe Joral was fucking with the tides. After watching him change from an aquatic creature to something with wings, she wouldn’t be surprised if he could.
When they reached the water’s edge, he pulled her to a stop and asked, “Are you ready to rejoin the court, Lucy?”
“Yes,” she whispered, desperate to feel the water on her skin.
His eyes flashed as the skin around them crinkled when he grinned. “I’m very happy to hear that.”
Lily shivered at the sight of his sharp canines, trying to dispel the sensation of unease as he led her into the water.
It was wonderful. Cool and soothing on her parched flesh. With some surprise, she realized she could swim as fast as he did. Filling her lungs, she laughed with delight and raced ahead, deeper and deeper until she spotted the bioluminescent fungi that lit their way.
Taking her arm, he led her through the cave and into the caldera that held his court. Cheers rose around them and she blinked in surprise.
“Welcome back, your majesty!”
Greetings followed them as they approached Joral’s throne. Risking a glance to the side, she found the marble pillars empty of the poor unfortunates who had been chained there on her last visit.
Letting out a relieved sigh, she settled to her knees at his feet. He stroked her hair, petting her until she relaxed under his touch.
“As you can see,” he shouted. “My queen has returned.” Loud applause followed his words and he waved his court to silence. “And as you have learned, she and I have come to a bargain.”
Silence met his words. She felt the stares of his people bore into her and she lowered her head as Joral’s fingers tightened in her hair.
“It’s a loss for us, to be sure. We’re now forced to find agreeable concubines and wives.” He stroked his chin and grunted thoughtfully. “Then again, willing brides might not be a bad thing if we’re not forced to punish them so often.”
Soft laughter met his words and he stood, drawing her to her feet. “But I do recognize the problems we’ll have until we learn to woo our women. To that end, I offer up Lucy Cartwright.”
He pushed her forward, sending her stumbling to her knees. She cried out and scrabbled away when two creatures approached her with silver shackles.
“She will serve this court until her pregnancy comes to term and she gives me my son!” he shouted.
“No!” she cried, striking out when the two males caught her. Metal snapped closed on her wrists, despite her struggles. “You promised no more slaves!”
Joral snapped his fingers and a silver collar appeared in his hand. The males held her still, pinching her arms cruelly as Joral clasped it around her neck. Leaning close, he whispered, “And you promised to be obedient. Of course, I can always rescind my order if you’d prefer.”
Her belly spasmed and she thought she might be sick, but there was nothing in her stomach to expel. He meant every word. If she didn’t obey, he would capture more women and she’d still be no closer to freedom.
“How long?” she whispered. “How long will you keep me?”
Joral laughed softly. “So excited to begin our life together. That pleases me.” He kissed her shoulder, brushing the tips of his canines across the tendon on the side of her neck. “It will please you to know that you and I will enjoy eternity together.”
Lucy stiffened, her lungs seizing as another male approached bearing a glowing red trident. Her vision darkened and there wasn’t enough air for her to breathe.
But oh, she could scream.
On her knees in the sand, Lucy rubbed the brand on the meat of her upper arm. Tiny breaths rasped in her throat as she watched her son and his father play in the surf. The sun beat down on her scaled body, and the scars on her back itched as they tightened.
As always, Joral had tethered her chain to a spike driven deep into the beach. If she stretched out a hand, she might be able to touch the waves as the tide rolled in, but she’d never dare.
Despite her desire for it, she’d long been conditioned to fear the sea. Tiny sips of air were better than what waited for her below the crashing waves.
Her son ran toward her and threw his wet body into her lap. Lucy inhaled one true breath as he hugged her, relishing the touch of those few water droplets on her parched skin. He bared pointed fangs in a smile, then disappeared back into the sea, taking her air with him as the baby inside her kicked.
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Sinistre Ange
Sinistre Ange is the alter ego of Golden Angel and explores some of the darker sides of erotica - kink, fetish, supernatural creatures, breeding fantasies, etc. You might find some love in these books, but they are not necessarily romances; the focus is on the fantasy and the physical interactions between characters.
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Other Sinistre Ange Titles:
His Favorite Hucow – Planets Apart Book 1
Amaya’s Old-Fashioned Daddy – Planets Apart Book 2
Descent of a Cuckold – black stud erotica
Forbidden Fantasy House: Fulfilling a Non-Con Fantasy
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Raisa Greywood
Author of filthy smut, empty nester, and cat snuggler.
Raisa grew up in traveling all over the world with a military family, but finally settled down and married the love of her life. After nearly a quarter century together, she and her husband are still very much in love. They even hold hands in public! They share the house they bought as newlyweds with a pair of irascible cats and a big red rescue horse. Of course, the horse doesn’t come inside, silly people.
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Other books by Raisa Greywood
Longing and Lust & Other Short Stories
Wicked Magic Trilogy
Wicked Deception
Wicked Truth
Wicked Fire (Coming in 2019)
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Masters of the Castle: Witness Protection
The Shifter’s Mates Series
The Tiger Queen
The Tiger King
The Leopard Mage
The Leopard Prince
The Jaguar Rogue
The Jaguar Knight (Coming in 2019)
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