Selkie's Revenge (21 page)

He was relentless. With each soft grind of his fingers, his tongue claimed her clit. Swirling, luscious sensation that took her out of herself. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her, and she wasn’t about to stop him. It was a crime to halt such resplendence.

The first orgasm hurtled through her quicker than she anticipated, and she stiffened under his expert touch. He wasn’t done. He continued licking at her mercilessly until she came again in his mouth a few minutes later.

The periphery of Beth’s vision blurred. She wasn’t seeing straight and wondered for a moment if she was having a stroke. But then another demanding suck on her clit shocked her into awareness.

His hand reached up to torment her nipple. His other cradled her ass, squeezing and opening her wide to him. “You are so delicious,” he said with a groan between her legs. “I’ll never tire of eating you.”

As Beth let out a whimper, he moved from his spot and coaxed her over onto her belly. Mack dragged her body toward him, spread her legs once more, and ate her pussy from behind. Beth clawed the sheets, but it did nothing to halt the onslaught of another vicious orgasm. Her eyes wide in disbelief, she held on as Mack heightened his assault. His tongue slid up her ass, feasting on her, lapping at her wetness. He grasped her ass cheeks with determined hands and spread her. For a moment, Beth wasn’t sure what to do. Frank had never given her such intimate kisses. Her thoughts of Frank fizzled as Mack’s tongue danced over the tight opening he’d been so proud to claim earlier. He buried his face between her cheeks, moaning and sighing as he nipped and licked her. Beth had never heard such erotic sounds of enjoyment in her life, and the realization only served to heighten her own pleasure. As the third orgasm sliced through her, he doled out gentle slaps on her clit while continuing to plunder her asshole.

Beth didn’t hear her own cry. She opened her mouth, and her throat ached with a scream, but her senses were so overloaded she didn’t hear a thing.

“Mack,” she blurted when she found her voice. “Oh, God!”

He slapped her ass, sending vibrations up and down her pussy. “That was quite the roar, my tasty little lioness.”

With that, he was deep inside her, plunging into her from behind. He stretched her with his mighty cock, binding them closer together with every spine-cracking thrust. Beth gripped the sheets so hard they started to rip from the bed. She looked up in a daze as Mack fucked her and noticed she’d torn a hole in the fine cotton with her nails.

She owed Fae a sheet.

Mack drove hard into her, his pace as frenetic as it was unachievable for a mortal man. He could have been a machine with such a relentless rhythm. Each glide was another blast of pleasure, and her fourth orgasm loomed on the not-so-distant horizon. Beth stopped moving and just let him drive her into a mindless muddle of lust. She wondered if they’d ever reach satiation.

And as her orgasm built, Mack withdrew. Her pussy was immediately lonely. “Mack?”

He didn’t respond, but she heard an evil chuckle. There were some movements near her head, and she heard a drawer opening and shutting. Then the sound of a small lid being flipped and a squirting noise. He touched her ass, spreading lube around her hole, massaging her entrance. She sighed and relinquished all thought to the wicked sensation of pleasure. He laid a hand on her back and climbed closer behind her. His other hand moved his cock up to her ass and prodded at the opening he’d already loved so fiercely.

Surely not. I can’t take anymore
.

“Oh, yes, you can,” his voice rumbled.

She relaxed under the soft ministrations of his hand. Mack breached the tight channel, squeezing in, and grunting deep in his chest. Stars shot through her vision as he entered her, and Beth held her breath. It felt so good. So intimate and right. She was sharing a part of her she’d never shared with anyone, and she wished she had more to give him. More skin for him to lick and kiss, and more cavities for him to fuck.

Mack buried himself to the hilt in her ass and paused, giving her time to adjust to his girth. And then, just as she thought her heartbeat was regulating, he began to thrust again. He leaned right over, covering her with his long body, and moved his hips against her ass. His heavy balls slapped her pussy, making it react. His hairy legs slid against hers. Cupping her breasts, he locked his lips on the back of her neck.

He took her as only he could take her. With sweet force and movements underscored by the deepest of loves.

She could tell he was getting ready to come because his breath was so frantic. He began to whisper her name over and over. And as her body answered, he reached around and slid a finger into her pussy while thumbing her clit.

A charge that was almost electric razed her. Wave after wave of pleasure shook her, and it was so intense it was almost painful. Mack tugged at her clit, drawing out every sensation. And as his own orgasm claimed him, he shouted her name and pounded into her with a force that seemed to shock even him.

Eventually they stilled, their bodies molded together. His sweat was the sexiest of barriers between them, one that didn’t prevent Beth from feeling his heart race or his breath on her neck. Mack held her and whispered his love over and over as he throbbed inside her body. When he withdrew, there was an aching void left behind, one she knew would only be filled the next time they made love.

As she lay completely incapacitated, he withdrew into the bathroom and returned in short order. When he touched a warm cloth to her pussy, she jerked with the aftershocks of her many orgasms. She heard his soft, satisfied laugh. “Relax, my love. Let me take care of you.” He wiped her, his touch gentle, and then brought the cloth to her still-sensitive ass. The heat from the cloth and from his hands soothed the area, and she melted into his touch. After cleaning her with the utmost in devotion, he pulled her into his arms and curled up with her on the bed.

Mack eyed the torn sheets, and his chest rumbled with a laugh. He ran a hand over her hair and kissed the bare spots on her head. His hand moved down her body, cupping her tingling ass. He frowned. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She gazed at his sculpted face, so full of emotion, and ran a finger along his hairline. “The only way you could ever hurt me is by walking out the door.”

“That I will never do. I wouldn’t know how to walk away from you. My body’s not capable of it.”

She snuggled in next to him, peaceful in his arms. “Neither is mine. You make me so happy.”

He tilted her chin so he could look at her. Beth started. There were tears in his eyes. “I make you happy?”

She knew in that moment it was all he wanted in life: to put a smile on her face. She gave him that hard-won smile. “You make me delirious.”

He wiped at his tears and drew her in for a tight embrace. He didn’t let her go for the longest time. Each pass of his hands over her face and back was one she felt all the way down to her toes. They finally fell together onto the mattress. Wrapped in his arms, they slept in the little stone cottage by the sea.

The next evening was the one Mack and Beth had designated for their trek to the finman island of Hildaland. As much as Mack wanted to keep Beth hidden in the stone cottage where he could love her for hours on end, he knew it was time to eradicate the threat from the orange-eyed finman. And Beth was just as eager to free herself of his finny clutches.

They’d spent the day with the family coordinating a plan of attack. There wasn’t a Kirk present who didn’t want a go at the finman. Mack could see his parents and siblings had already unofficially adopted Beth. They were all itching to fight for her. In fact, Jamie and Edan had taken turns to teach Beth a few defensive maneuvers. And as much as it made Mack’s stomach roil in apprehension to watch her play fight on the beach with his brothers, he was glad of their help.

It was decided Angus and Calan would stay home with their parents and the women in case there should be any sort of retaliation on the Kirks. And even though the girls had put up a fuss at not being able to play a more active role, they recognized the need to keep the family intact. Mack would swim out to Mermaid’s Mound with Beth, and they’d be joined by Jamie, Edan, Drummond, and Breannan.

Before they headed to the beach at midnight en masse, Mack retrieved his bow and arrows, carrying his selkie pelt as well since he’d need to shift to swim with Beth. Mack led the way to the beach.

Beth had been strangely calm as they’d made their plans. She didn’t say a word as they walked along the path to the shore; she just kept her eyes on the sea and her hand clasped in his.

He pulled her in for a hug. “Are you all right, love?”

She gazed at him, her sparkly eyes full of love for him and her face serious. “I’ll be better when this is over.” She sighed and scratched the skin on her neck, right under where the finman charm lay again.

He touched the necklace chain. “I hate that you have to wear this.”

“It’ll be gone soon.” The corner of her lip curled up. “I love you, Mack. Please don’t ever forget it.”

Forget it? Why would he forget it? Before he could question her, the family clustered about them.

“All ready, son?” asked Alun.

“Uh, yeah,” Mack replied, still eyeing his weirdly calm mate. He adjusted the quiver of arrows over his shoulder and turned to his brothers. “Got your daggers?”

There was a chorus of “ayes” which was interrupted by a loud crack of thunder. Within seconds the sky was black, darkened further by clouds that hadn’t been there moments ago. They all turned to the now-churning sea, and mist from the choppy whitecaps hit Mack’s face. Beth tugged on his sleeve, and he looked at her. She was white and was staring at a figure on the water.

Fearsome orange eyes stared out at them from under a long, black cloak.

Mack reached for his arrow with one hand and for Beth with the other.

“Selkie,” the finman hissed, his reedy voice carrying over the waves. “She is mine.”

“Never,” shouted Mack as his brothers all reached for their weapons. Angus, Calan, and Alun placed themselves in front of their wives. The other brothers circled around Beth and Mack.

“I saw her first. She belongs with me,” answered the finman. He let out a hideous cackle. “Unless you’d prefer to give me one of your other women.”

Calan and Angus stepped forward, teeth gritted. “You’ll have to go through us, finfuck,” threatened Calan.

A black cloud hovered over the finman. He raised his fins to it, and the cloud rolled through the sky, headed toward the group of selkies.

Angus turned to Elsie, who’d brought a still-awake Morgan out with her so she could see the little party off to the Mound. The baby was now crying, awakened by thunder. “Run to the house, love,” Angus uttered. “Now.”

Elsie nodded and took a step. A droning chant sounded from the finman’s foul mouth. A burst of lightning issued from the enormous thundercloud, aiming for the panicked Elsie.

“No!” The cry that came from Angus chilled Mack to the bone. He watched, dazed, as his brother reached for his wife.

What had happened? This wasn’t supposed to happen.

As the lightning struck Elsie, she did not fall. She remained upright, seemingly unhurt, but the baby was ripped from her arms. The young mother shrieked as Morgan flew into the sky toward the black cloud. The howling baby sailed with demon speed and landed in the finman’s arms.

“Morgan,” cried Elsie as tears of terror coursed down her face. She fell to her knees as Maggie and Fae ran to her.

Angus roared in fury, grabbed his dagger, and raced to the water. “I’ll kill you!”

“What a pretty baby,” cooed the finman in a sickening voice Mack would never forget.

The other men chased Angus to the water’s edge, each one determined to tear the finman limb from limb. Mack joined them, his feet pounding the sand. He aimed his arrow, but as good a shot as he was, he couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t hit Morgan.

He’d never felt so helpless. The only blessing in the insane farce was Beth was safe on the beach with the other women. He turned to her.

She wasn’t there.

Bile clawed its way up his throat. Mack looked around and shouted out for her. He prayed that in the confusion with Morgan she’d managed to run to the house.

And then he spotted her further down the beach. She was in the water, swimming at a good clip toward the finman.

“Beth, no!”

His frenzied shout got everyone’s attention, and they all noticed Beth in the water. It seemed to Mack time stood still in that moment. He knew what she was doing. She was offering herself up, hoping to keep the finman from hurting Morgan.

Beth. If there is a god in heaven, please
…

Mack didn’t stop to utter any more prayers. His mate and his niece were out there, and there was no way he’d let the finman have either one of them.

He stood still, vaguely aware of his brothers and father standing in a line next to him. Finmen weren’t the only creatures with power over the elements. Selkies were gifted in this manner as well.

Concentrating on Beth, Mack gritted his teeth and called upon the power he’d never once used in malice. He summoned a wave, one big enough to push her back to shore but not enough of a swell to inundate her. The wave grew in front of her, a gentle force compelling her backward.

Still she swam, fighting to get to the finman. As the wave formed a wall ahead of her, she defied it, diving and plowing right through it.

Angus stood beside him. Mack shot him a glance. His brother’s eyes were red, and the lines in his face made him appear grim, nearing despondent.

“He won’t have my pup.”

Angus called forth his own power and summoned a wave meant to force the finman and Morgan to the water’s edge.

It didn’t budge them.

Alun put a hand on Angus’ shoulder. “He’s a tough one. Let me help.” Alun stared at the finman, his eyes almost glowing, and lightning crackled around him.

Elsie stumbled forward. “No. The baby!”

As the selkie family tried to consider their next move, the finman laughed and laughed. “I like this child. Perhaps I’ll keep her too. In a few years, she’ll be fit for childbearing.”