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  Shut up! Shut up!

  She needed to get out of bed and into the shower. A cold shower. Then she’d figure out what to do next.

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  Gray admired the partially completed bathroom he’d been working on all afternoon. While Miranda had been in the throes of her sleep fantasies, he’d pulled up anchor and motored along the coast in record time. The fuel tanks had been refilled with diesel at Prince Rupert and he’d picked up some of the supplies at the other ports Jack had indicated on the itinerary.

  Late morning, he’d anchored in a secluded bay along the southern coast of British Columbia. He’d had a quick bite to eat from the food supplies they’d brought along and then set upon work. Since he was a carpenter, certified electrician and a plumber, he’d been able to work quickly and efficiently on parts of all the rooms.

  He’d tried to remain as quiet as possible, knowing Miranda would need her rest so she could take over the helm during the night, but the compressor, the drill and circular saw made such a racket.

  After having had no sleep himself, he felt surprisingly wide-awake. Hell, he wouldn’t have been able to sleep if he’d tried. That orgasm he’d experienced early this morning had blown his freaking mind. He thought he’d be relieved afterwards, but he was still aroused to the point it was damned irritating.

  As he’d worked, he noticed her sexy Octo scent was getting stronger with each passing hour. It continued to create havoc on his senses, to the point were he’d worked like a maniac and sweat had poured off him. Unfortunately, work did not put much of a damper on his need for mating with her.

  Late afternoon had come quickly and when he went to the engine room to get more of the supplies, he heard Miranda’s shower running. Shit! She was up and soaping her beautiful human curves. He ached to climb into the shower with her and caress her soft-looking skin. Craved to kiss her pouty mouth and catch her gasps as he thrust his aching cock into her tight pussy.

  Oh man! He needed to get off this yacht and away from her or he was going to lose his self-control and start making love to her!

  Chapter Three

  After her shower, Miranda used every excuse under the sun to stay in her cabin. She’d eaten some fruit that she’d placed in her cabin’s tiny refrigerator, dressed, stared out the port windows at the mist-shrouded ocean, and now after sitting around on the bed for a couple of hours working on some puzzles in a game magazine she’d brought along, she was starving again. She realized too that it was excessively quiet. Actually, Gray had been silent since she’d stepped out of the shower.

  Where had he gotten off to?

  She tiptoed to her cabin door and opened it. She listened. Not a sound. For someone with a deadline, he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to finish.

  She took a deep breath, grabbed her courage, and stepped into the hallway. Curiosity urged her to check out how much he’d gotten done while she’d slept. If he was in there laying tiles or doing whatever, then she’d praise his work and get the hell away from him.

  But as she walked down the companionway, past the engine room and along the forward companionway, she didn’t smell his fresh unique scent. He’d been here, but the scent was dissipating.

  A moment later, she stood in the new bathroom that separated the two new rooms. Surprise made her gasp. How in the word had he managed to do so much work in such a short time? It appeared as if the bathroom was almost finished. It looked spectacular and followed the same gray and white theme of the rest of the yacht’s interior.

  The toilet was in and a pristine white marble floor gleamed beneath the pot lights. He’d placed the black and gray marble counter with the dark gray drawers and double gold sinks. He’d even done the cherry wood trim along the ceiling and accents around the port windows and doors.

  The only thing missing was the shower stall, and a mirror. Once those were in the bathroom was pretty much done.

  She peeked into the two new cabins. Both of them looked identical. Pristine white padded walls, and Gray’s elegant cherry wood trim. The two double beds that had been in the original forward cabin, had been separated. One double bed occupied each of the rooms. The only other items needed were some custom-made cabinets that Gray would build and a couple more pieces of furniture, which they would pick up somewhere in Oregon.

  But where was Gray? A sudden unexplained sense of urgency swept over her. Had something happened to him? It wasn’t time for him to Change. Twilight was at least a couple of hours away. So where could a man go on a yacht? Unless he’d taken the emergency dingy to shore and something had happened to him?

  The sense of insistence snapped into one of alarm and she quickly left the cabin. She rushed along the narrow companionway to the engine room. He wasn’t there. She checked the salon but he wasn’t there. No sign of him on deck either. The dingy hadn’t been used. So where was he?

  Golden rays of late afternoon sunshine tore through the mist and splashed down upon the yacht. She turned and surveyed the coastline. The fog that had been prevalent all day was dissipating and she suddenly realized they weren’t at the same inlet where she’d anchored. He must have moved them while she’d slept.

  “Gray!” she shouted, hoping her voice would carry on the brisk wind.

  No answer.

  “Gray! Where the hell are you?” she called out again as she stepped to the bow.

  “Wow! You sleep like the dead,” Gray called up to her.

  Miranda tensed and quickly looked over the railing. Gray was swimming in the ocean right below her. And he was nude!

  Tanned muscles bunched everywhere on his body and she meant everywhere…across his chest, his arms and his belly and waist and…

  She shivered when she spied his giant erection shimmering beneath the clear water.

  “Do you like what you see?” he asked. His voice was soft and alluring as he gazed up at her.

  For a split second, she wanted to tear off her clothes and jump into the water with him. But his cocky grin shot through the magnetic pull.

  “You don’t have anything I haven’t already seen on a human male,” she teased.

  For a brief moment, anger blazed in his gray eyes. It excited her that he might actually be jealous that she’d had sex with a human male, although she hadn’t.

  Then, just as quickly, his look turned to something else…heat, passion, need for sex. Need for her?

  Her breath halted as he swam around to the forward port side of the yacht. His big hands grabbed the gleaming silver rails of the ladder and he slowly rose out of the ocean. Silvery beads of water clung to his body and she couldn’t stop herself from staring at him and lowering her gaze to…

  Wow! Out of the water, his shaft appeared even bigger! He was so well hung! She’d never seen a guy built like him. Not even in those naughty magazines that her dad kept hidden in a locked desk drawer in his office. She’d found the key one day to that drawer and she’d been transfixed by the occasional naked man in the pictures having sex with the women. But none of those men had a cock this size.

  She hadn’t even realized he was standing right in front of her now, until he spoke.

  “You’d better get out of here before I do something that we both know I shouldn’t do.”

  He stood mere inches from her now. She could feel his body heat caressing her skin. Sweet tingles made her pussy clench as she remembered how intense his shaft had felt penetrating her pussy during her fantasies. She could smell the salt-scented water clinging to his flesh and she ached to lick it off all parts of him.

  She didn’t move. Couldn’t, even if she’d wanted to. And she didn’t want to.

  “Randi…” His voice sounded tortured, desperate.

  She couldn’t say a word as she continued to stare at his cock.

  It was perfection. Ultra long. Scrumptiously thick. And so angry and powerful looking. Much better than any fantasy, she could ever dream up. She trembled as his hot palms slipped against her hands. His fingers intertwined with hers. He held her so t
enderly she’d no idea a man could touch her as if she were something precious and fragile.

  He leaned closer and his breath feathered some strands of loose hair off her cheeks. She could feel the tension in his body. Sensed the need for sex rising from him.

  “Miranda,” he breathed. His voice was stronger this time. Commanding. She forced herself to rip her gaze from his succulent shaft and followed the thin dark arrow of hair that wandered over all those delightful wet abdominal muscles to where it sprayed lightly over his chest.

  His nipples looked beaded and erect and his neck was corded with tension. A sexy, dark shadowy bristle caressed his chin. A muscle popped in his left cheek and then she finally looked into his eyes.

  Intense desire sparkled there. Her breath stalled. Her need for him to touch her and to fuck her, almost overwhelmed her. If she could have spoken, she would have demanded he make love to her. But she couldn’t utter a word because his face was drawing closer to hers.

  She closed her eyes and her heart picked up a maddening pace. His sweet, hot lips melted over hers in such a caressing kiss that senses she never even knew existed flared to life. Instincts told her he wanted to mate with her. That he’d wanted to for some time.

  The pressure of his kiss grew fiercer, dominating. He ground his hot erection against her lower belly and even though she wore a couple of layers of clothing, the tight knot of his arousal branded her flesh.

  He broke the kiss and his breath splashed heat against her face.

  “Miranda…” he whispered hoarsely.

  Slowly he drew her hands downward until she touched his thick shaft. Then he let her go, and his hands settled on each side of her face and his mouth fused over hers again. His kiss rocketed sweet sensations through her and she shuddered at the intensity.

  She wrapped her hands around his cock and felt it jerk against her palms. He groaned and kissed her harder. Her thoughts spiralled.

  She kissed him back. Her lips melted against his until he opened his mouth and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Her senses rocked. This was much better than her fantasies about him.

  His cock jerked again. She squeezed his hard penis and began eagerly exploring the silky texture. Her fingers trailed over the pulsing elevated veins until she reached the mushroom shaped cockhead. He groaned again, tearing his mouth from hers.

  Her lips tingled from the wicked kiss and she opened her eyes to find a wild look flaring across his face. His gray eyes were so dark, they were almost black. She’d never seen him looking like this before. It both frightened and exhilarated her.

  “I want you on your knees, Miranda,” he breathed. “On your knees so I can show you exactly how you should be fantasizing about me while you’re sleeping.”

  She jolted at his words. How did he know she’d been fantasizing?

  He didn’t wait for her to do as he commanded. Instead, he gently, but forcefully pushed her down onto her knees in front of him. She let go of his cock and it bobbed mere inches from her mouth. Pre-come glistened from the slit of his bulging cockhead.

  “Suck my cock, Miranda. I’ve waited for too damned long. I need to have your sweet lips wrapped around me.”

  Fear and excitement gripped her and she trembled at the husky darkness in his voice.

  “Come on, baby. Open that sweet mouth of yours,” he ordered.

  His cock jerked as he reached down and wrapped his hand about half way up his shaft. Then he moved his erection closer to her face.

  She whimpered as he pushed his thick cockhead against her lips. She’d never done this before but suddenly she wanted to do it. She parted her lips. Gray groaned and swore softly.

  She trembled as he slid his cockhead into her mouth. Her lips stretched as he pushed his shaft further until his hard flesh touched the back of her tonsils and pulsed against her cheeks.

  Sweet Octoposeidon! Having his cock in her mouth felt so…erotic. She moved her tongue beneath his steel-hard shaft. He moaned and his cock shuddered. She tasted pre-come. He withdrew and then plunged his shaft into her mouth again.

  “Suck it,” he ordered harshly.

  Her lips tightened tentatively around his flesh. He groaned sexily and his shaft pulsed in her mouth. She hollowed out her cheeks and sucked. Hard.

  He cursed softly and withdrew.

  “Put your hands where mine are,” he grumbled in a deep, thick voice.

  She looked up at him. His face was flushed. His eyes were wild and desperate.

  She reached up and placed her hands where his had just been. She wrapped her fingers around his hot thickness. To her surprise, he thrust his fingers through her hair. He held tight to some strands until sparks of pleasure pain ripped across her scalp.

  His breathing grew faster and rougher. He slid his cock back into her mouth and she slurped on his pulsing flesh. She tasted more pre-come. She liked the taste.

  He began a slow thrust. She struggled to keep up, caressing his hot flesh with her tongue and using her teeth to feel the power as he slid in and out. His thrusts grew faster and she bobbed her head, accepting him. His fingers tightened even more in her hair and she winced at the pleasure pain. But she liked the way he pulled her hair. It felt good.

  He gasped harshly as he pistoned his hips against her and plunged his cock in and out of her mouth. Faster and faster. She loved how his flesh filled her mouth. Enjoyed the heat, the strength, and the stinging way his searing flesh bruised her lips.

  He moaned and called out her name. Her pussy clenched at the desperate hoarseness echoing around her. His cock tensed and tightened. It jerked and thickened even more. He thrust harder. Once, twice, three times.

  Thick jets of semen pulsed into her mouth and she quickly swallowed. She sucked harder and drew more from his shaft. Instinctively, she grabbed his scrotum, and kneaded his swollen balls. He groaned and his body quivered as he shot another load into her mouth.

  When she could draw no more semen, he withdrew his cock.

  She blinked up at him as he looked down at her with a glassy-eyed look. His chest heaved with his every breath.

  “I need to get more work done before I Turn,” he whispered.

  She nodded numbly as disappointment rocked her.

  His eyes spoke of a need to fuck her. She wanted to tell him to take her right here. Right now. But, he’d already left.

  She blew out a tense breath and licked her tingling lips.

  Damn, she had no idea Gray could make her lose her control so quickly. She really had to stay far away from him. However, even as she thought it, she knew she was lying to herself. She needed to feel his cock not only pulsing inside her mouth again, but pounding into her pussy too.

  She realized it was only a matter of time before both of them lost full control.

  * * * * *

  Gray managed to avoid her for the rest of the evening and finally slipped into the cool waters to await the Change.

  What had happened earlier on the deck with Miranda’s mouth wrapped so intensely around his shaft and then what had almost happened after that…

  Shit! His cock had been on fire and already at half-mast ready to take her fully and completely. His legs had been shaky and so weak when he had walked away from her. It had taken every single ounce of his strength to turn his back on the look of disappointment on her face, when all he’d wanted to do was to take her into his arms. He’d wanted to kiss those sweet lips forever and thrust his cock deep into her pussy and claim her as his.

  It had been too close for comfort. Guilt made him feel terrible. Miranda’s father would be devastated if Gray betrayed his trust and mated with Miranda. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Jack. The human had given him a job and a place to stay after most of the male members of Gray’s consortium had been wiped out, and most of the females kidnapped by a renegade group of Octoposeidon.

  Ten years ago, Gray had been eighteen in human years at the time of the attack. He’d almost died had it not been for three of his surviving sisters and a brother
. They’d been swimming far away from the consortium that night and when they’d returned to their home in Maine, they’d found Gray washed up on the shoreline of their secluded property, a bullet in his back. His sisters had cared for him until he’d been well. His brother, unfortunately, had gone off looking for the missing females.

  Gray had never seen or heard from him again. For all he knew his brother was dead. His three Octoposeidon sisters, however, had decided to live quietly among the humans pretending they were humans. They had split up, taking residences in secluded areas along the coastlines of the United States.

  Both his parents had died in the attack. Due to Jack’s late wife being from their consortium and Jack, being one of the very few humans trusted by the Octo, Gray had gone to Jack looking for a job. The older man had taken him in, given him a partnership in his boat building business, and taught him everything he knew.

  Gray owed him big time. The last thing he should be doing was to be lusting after his daughter the way he’d been doing.

  But a primal part of Gray, craved to mate with Miranda. With every passing day, that craving grew stronger. He knew he would need to make a gut wrenching decision. Claim Miranda or totally walk away from the two people who’d become his family.

  He grit his teeth as his arms and legs began to throb with the need to Turn. He kept his head above water and swam slowly around the yacht. The air was thickening. It was getting harder to breathe. He could feel the area behind his ears begin to prickle as they slowly transformed into the apparatus that would allow him to breathe under water.

  In seconds, his legs turned into tentacles, his arms quickly followed. His swimming quickened and his breathing became labored. He turned and took one more look at the yacht. It bobbed in the waters, its white hull bright against the backdrop of the full moon. He hoped Miranda would step out onto the deck so he could catch a glimpse of her. She didn’t. He cursed softly and a horrible loneliness clutched at his heart and sank deep into his very soul.

  He slipped beneath the water.

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