Page 99 of Drown Me Gently

Ulric must’ve sensed the heat of his gaze, because he glanced down. “It’s about time,” he rumbled, and descended in a controlled sprawl, settling his bulk to the slick deck like some great beast preparing to pounce.

“Iska’s off hunting,” Auren started, voice light. “I think she⁠—”

He never finished.

One of Ulric’s thick tentacles shot out, fast as lightning, and wrapped around his mouth.

“Enough talking out of you,” Ulric growled, stalking toward him. “You’re mine.”

Auren’s pupils blew wide. His breath hitched. Every muscle went taut with high alert.

There was no mistaking the power difference—Ulric, ancient and godlike, his form rippling with restrained violence. Auren, bare-chested, flushed, with sea water clinging to every inch of skin. Human in every way but the defiant tilt of his chin.

Ulric could’ve snapped him like driftwood. Could’ve ruined him with a whisper. But all Auren felt was fire.

“I’ve been waiting far too long for this,” Ulric murmured, and then Auren was flat on his back, the wet deck hard beneath him and Ulric’s weight bearing down.

Tentacles slithered across the wood, forming a cage. One wrapped around his ankle, another cradled the small of his back. Ulric’s hands gripped his hips hard enough to bruise. Hot breath ghosted over his throat.

“You’re so small like this… so breakable. And yet you keep begging for more.” Ulric whispered, eyes molten. “Do you know what that does to me?”

Auren groaned, voice muffled.

“Got something to say, my prince?”

A single tentacle crawled up his leg, teasing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

Auren made another sound, shivers climbing his spine, hips bucking with the need for more. More touch. More wet. More of him.

“Oh, how I love it when you sing for me. Sing, my siren.”

Ulric released his mouth, and Auren drew in a sharp breath as another curling tendril slid up the crack of his ass.

“Do you intend to tease me all day? Or are you going to actually do something?” Auren goaded, but he did a poor job of hiding the desperate lilt in his voice.

Ulric’s laughter rumbled against his ribs.

“Careful. I am a beast of the deepest, blackest part of the sea, and you’re a very breakable human at my mercy.”

Auren sensed the excitement in Ulric’s tone. The thrill of playing out this fantasy. But Auren wouldn’t make it so easy. He kicked out, twisting and struggling. More tentacles wrapped around his joints, pinning all four limbs.

“Mmm. I like it when you fight. You’re making it very difficult to restrain myself.” Ulric growled, his black hair curling in wet strands around his face.

“Don’t,” Auren dared. “Wreck me.”

The next moment, Auren felt himself go weightless as Ulric lifted him off the deck as easily as if he were a rag. Every part of him was supported, so that despite now hovering six feet in the air, he didn’t feel the strain of gravity. Both his ankles were wrapped in a vicelike grip and pulled apart, exposing him in the most indecent pose, his erection in line with Ulric’s face.

“It’s a good thing the thunder is loud. Because I’m going to make you scream until you lose your voice, pretty siren.”

Then he moved Auren’s entire body to him, opening his mouth, and taking the entirety of Auren’s length. Auren cried out, mouth agape, rainwater sliding down his throat as he groaned. He reached to tangle his fingers in Ulric’s hair, but two more tentacles caught him, gripping his wrists and pinning his arms behind his back.

Ulric wasn’t moving his head; rather, the tentacles were moving Auren’s hips back and forth, gliding his erection along Ulric’s tongue and down the channel of his throat.

“Fucking hell Ulric. You’re a… a monster.”

Auren tried to admonish him for the indecency of it. For the lewdness that had even Auren’s cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The unceremonious position of his body, how exposed he was. It had Auren’s toes curling just as much as the heat moving in languid strokes up and down his cock. If any of the men saw…

“I barred the doors,” Ulric said as though reading his mind. “Even if they try to come on deck, they can’t.”