Page 29 of Seducing Scylla (Mated Myths #1)

Morgan

I snuggle into Scylla’s chest where we lay in her furs, her tentacles woven around my body.

Little round marks dot my skin where Scylla’s suckers have left their imprint on me, and I know she’s quietly pleased with herself as I catch her admiring her handiwork often.

Since we consummated our mate bond, we have barely been able to keep our hands, or tentacles, off each other.

I was worried about clothing before, but I haven’t had much need for them since.

It’s funny to think how it was only a few weeks ago I was stacking shelves at the city library unbeknownst to me that I was about to embark on a terrifying adventure that would land me here on a sentient mythical island with a mate, who also has tentacles.

It’s the stuff only written about in my smutty little romance books and yet here I am, living the same fantastical story .

We did take a break in our lovemaking to venture out to the beach again, hoping maybe some of the women might have come back to the washed-up container, but there was nothing besides my cardigan tangled around a low-lying tree branch, flapping wildly in the wind.

Regardless, I was happy to have it back even if there was no sign of anyone.

I still worry about the others out there alone and hope the island is at least taking care of them as it has for me.

The island has been leaving little gifts for me. We assume it’s to make my life a little more comfortable here where there is no such thing as a job to keep you busy throughout the day or the guilty pleasures that I’m used to.

The day we came back from the beach, we stumbled upon a little cave with hens inside it. There’s no door but they won’t leave. So now we take care of them, and they take care of us with their eggs. What I wouldn’t do for a greasy cheeseburger and a good book though.

Wriggling myself free from Scylla’s embrace, I shrug my dress and flats on and grab the bowl of scraps from last night’s dinner. Heading out into the cave system and turning right at the first fork, I enter a small cave with a hole in the ceiling, letting the warm morning light stream in.

I click my tongue. “Breakfast time, girls.”

Three reddish brown hens cluck their way over to me and I spread the scraps out on the ground for them before collecting the couple of eggs they left.

“Feel free to leave some books any time,” I call out.

“Who are you talking to?” Scylla sits up in the furs as I re-enter our home and set the bowl of eggs on the stone counter.

“Just the island. Asking for some books.” I shrug with a grin.

I walk toward her, and she grabs my wrists pulling me back into the furs with her.

“Are you not happy here, my mate?” Small frown lines mark between her brow as she looks down at me in her arms.

I cup her cheek in my hand, her eyes closing as she leans into my touch.

“I couldn’t be any happier than I am with you.” And it’s the truth.

I stopped trying to differentiate between what was the mate bond and what was “real” the day Scylla rescued me from the awful man who took me to lure her in so that he and his buddies could do disgusting things to us.

I had already decided that I was going to see where this relationship went, mate bond be damned, and I haven’t regretted a single moment of it.

Despite how I got here being the most terrifying event of my life, it somehow worked out for the best. But if I ever meet those meddling Fates, they’ll certainly be getting a piece of my mind. The Fates couldn’t have organized a luxury cruise to bring me here?

“You are thinking very loudly.” Scylla runs the pad of her finger between my brows, smoothing the crease that has formed there.

I smile at her, tilting my chin in a silent request. She meets me halfway, her mouth capturing mine, soft and gentle.

“You will tell me if you are not happy?”

I nod, placing another soft kiss upon her lips. “As long as you are here with me, I’m happy.”

The End.