The merman, my man
Chapter 75

The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 75

The simple question he asked was more complicated to answer than a thesis question.

I had no idea how to answer him. I didn't even think of developing that kind of relationship with Gary, and never in my wildest dreams would I have expected a creature of a different species to talk about love. Moreover, I am an independent and sentient being. How could I belong to anyone?

'But if I explained it like that, Dicken may not understand me.'

If I said that I belonged to him, that would mean that I was willing to become his mate and be his s*x partner whenever he wished.

But if I said that I belonged to Gary, the outcome would be unimaginable given Dicken's bloodthirsty nature.

"Damn it, I..."

After tormenting myself for so long on what to say, all that had escaped my lips were only a couple of meaningless words.

But Dicken seemed to have lost his patience. He leaned down until his lips touched my neck before bearing his teeth and biting me.

I could feel his teeth brushing past a vital artery in my neck. His throat released a hiss that was usually made before he went for a kill.

My adrenaline started rushing, and right then, Dicken inhaled before saying, "Linda...I'm hungry..."

An alarm went off in my head as extreme terror befell me.

I swore I was about to die from shock. The mental image of the pirate being gutted suddenly popped into my mind. The muscular pirate fell into a pool of his blood in an instant. Dicken looked like a devil who had risen from hell when he was covered in blood. I couldn't help but shiver and gag when recalling that scene.

I was worried that my hesitation had angered Dicken and that he had changed his perception of me from a mate to food.

'Oh my god, how can I forget that he still has the brutal nature of a beast?

I just got through a life-or-death situation. I'm terrified of dying!

I would rather be his mate than lose my life..." "I...want to...eat you..."

Dicken had changed the tone of his voice, and now he sounded more sinister as he spoke.

He opened his mouth wide and went for my shoulder. His ivory white teeth glinted in the darkness of the cargo hold as his throat released a murderous snarl. In fear, I exclaimed, "I 'm yours! I'm yours! Don't eat me, Dicken! I'm yours!"

My survival instincts made me repeat the words 'I'm yours' several times like it was a spell to keep death at bay.

But it seemed like Dicken didn't hear me as his teeth were still brushing the artery in my neck. It was like he had already decided to start consuming me from there. He then made a sound different from the threatening one he had made earlier.

It was only after a while that I realized what it was. He was laughing. I looked down at him carefully and saw that the corners of his lips were cracked wide open. His deep, blue eyes were giving me a once-over in a teasing and compelling fashion.

"You are mine...Linda."

The scent he emitted entered my nose. I suddenly realized that I had who11y underestimated Dicken's emotional intelligence. I was at the center of his palm. He had set the trap knowing that I would choose the option which would enable him to have in

'Damn it! This f*cking beast!'

Before I could shout at him in protest, his lips had covered mine. His slippery tongue slid between my teeth and wedged itself against the roof of my mouth. Just like that, he forced my mouth wide open as he explored the interior of my mouth. It was just as he wished.