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Bea wore nothing but an old T-shirt of mine, which she’d pulled up over her hips.

Sweat beaded her brow, baby hairs clinging to her skin with her eyes clamped closed. Too caught up with finger-fucking herself, she hadn’t noticed my presence yet.

Gods below, she was perfect.

Breasts heaving. Legs bent and splayed to the sides. Wet with anticipation. Her hand stroked the crux between her thighs with reckless abandon.

The ball of heat burning low in my core had the sections of flesh curling back to reveal the beak beneath where my cock was already unfurling and pushing through.

Overcome with the need to impale my mate, I rose from the water, and purred into the psychic connection she didn’t yet realize was there.

I’ve come to retrieve what’s mine, little Bea.

She froze, her fingers still inside her. She sat up, eyes blowing wide with a combination of relief and awe.

Pleasure worked through me seeing just how happy she was to know I’d survived. Though, from her frantic thoughts, she was unsure how much of the man she knew and loved remained.

“You’re alive,” she rasped.

I purred my affirmation in her mind and her throat bobbed with a swallow.

“You’ve come for the eggs?”

I shook my head.

Damn the eggs. They were all Cthulhu cared about, but that’s not why I was out here on this expedition in the first place. I didn’t become a cultist of Cthulhu to Awaken him or the other eldritch gods.

First and foremost, I was here for her.

“I’ve come for you.”

Chapter Fifteen

Beatrice

The voice filling my head spoke in perfect English. Emotion clogged my circulation, sending my heart into a stutter. It wasn’t Cthulhu, or any other of these gods, speaking to me.

This time, it was all Noah.

Great Lake Ontario.

Captain Noah Visser’s familiar inflection sobered me for only a moment. On the next beat,

I was lost in the feverish lust smashing over me like a tidal wave.

As he rose from the pool, water streamed through the grooves of his abs and corded adonis belt in thick rivulets. Steam rolled from his ocean-cold skin the moment he entered the sweltering atmosphere.

With mindless desire, I pulled my arousal-soaked fingers from my pussy, only to spread my folds in invitation.

His nostrils flexed with his inhale, and the tentacles sitting low on his abdomen peeled back to reveal his erect cock. It dripped with the unique lubricant his body produced. The substance was so thick and creamy I could barely make out his chain and anchor tattoo wrapping his shaft.

"I'm sorry for this." His primal growl spilled into my mind and I wasn't sure what he was talking about. Sorry for putting on the mask? Sorry for stuffing me full of alien eggs like I was some heroine in a pervy monster book? Sorry for leaving me to believe he was dead? Or sorry for what he was about to do?

It didn't matter.

I'd forgiven him for all of it and more.

"I'm not sure what's happening. I'm... I'm so..."