THE SEA MONSTER'S MATE

Eric Baird made the decision to abandon modern conveniences and his prejudiced family for simple island life. He has a small cabin and a lagoon all to himself and, though he’s sometimes lonely, he’s mostly relieved that he can finally be free.

But one lazy afternoon swim takes a dangerous turn when a cramp has Eric struggling not to drown. Suddenly, someone saves him, and he’s ever so grateful…until he sees who it is. Tyfodorus is a Cecaelia who has a rather human upper body and a definitely squid lower half.

As if a mersquid in his lagoon isn’t enough to knock the socks off Eric, Ty lets him know they’re here to breed. Would Eric be the host to Ty’s six eggs? Pretty please? Eric gets to know Ty and agrees, resulting in some amazing sex and six little highly intelligent, totally adorable hatchlings.

As they adjust to living as a family in the lagoon, they also have to understand just how genetically compatible they are, deal with a shipwreck survivor, and make plans for their future together.

The Sea Monster's Mate by Delaney Rain
The Sea Monster's Mate by Delaney Rain

An Excerpt from The Sea Monster's Mate

He was half man and half squid.

He reached one hand toward Eric—because his upper half was human-looking with wide shoulders and a toned chest, two muscular arms, and ten fingers—but Eric flinched back, and the guy withdrew.

“Please do not be afraid.”

His lips were full, blue, and partially concealing what seemed to be a single tooth that curved like a beak. Which kind of made sense in Eric’s addled brain because this guy was part squid and squids had beaks for mouths. But this guy had lips, a human mouth.

“I would not have saved you if I meant you any harm.”

Eric blinked a few times, his brain catching up. The guy had a point there. “Okay.”

Tentacles moved under the surface and a few above, stealing all of Eric’s attention again. It was kind of fascinating how all of them coordinated to propel the guy forward. Toward him. Eric held up his hand. “Hold on. Just wait a minute.”

He stopped moving and twined his fingers together, his expression from pursed lips to big blue eyes saying he was nervous. About what?

“I merely wish to ensure you are well.” He leaned a tiny bit closer. “Are you well?”

That was… That was kind of cute. Eric found himself smiling just a little as he said, “Yeah, I’m okay. And thank you. I did mean that. Thank you.”

He relaxed and stopped fidgeting so much as he smiled. “You are most welcome.”

But then Eric flexed his leg and his cramp came screaming back. “Fuck,” he hollered. “Oh my god.”

Suddenly, two tentacles as thick around as his wrist thrust up from the water and wrapped around Eric’s calf from knee to ankle. He gasped and tugged, but some sane part of his brain kicked in and he realized the undulating tentacles were helping massage the cramp away.

“Does this help?”

Eric could only nod as he stared at those tentacles. He wasn’t some internet novice who’d never accidentally discovered there was a whole subset of porn devoted to tentacled creatures from the deep that had their way with many a man or woman who’d stumbled onto the wrong beach. He’d read enough stories and seen enough comics to admit it had intrigued him.

But like having a bunch of horny pirates from the late-eighteenth century showing up to ravish him, he’d never once thought he’d find himself in one of those tentacle porn stories.

“You must feel much better,” the guy said with a smirk as he slowly let Eric’s leg go, the tentacles slipping back under the surface. Those blue eyes flicked down near Eric’s waist.

Nope, he was looking at Eric’s cock. At his burgeoning erection. Eric slapped a hand over himself, winced, and said, “Sorry. It’s, uh, the adrenaline. Sorry.”

“I do not mind. What you did with it earlier was inspiring as well.”

What he did with it— “You watched me jerk off?”

“Is that what you call it?”

Eric choked on half a dozen words before he shut his mouth. He wasn’t sure what he should feel, but there was a hefty dose of shame in the mix. A sea monster had watched him masturbate. Good grief. He shocked himself when he had a flashing thought of what those tentacles could’ve contributed.

“I am called Tyfodorus. Do you have a name?”

“I-I’m Eric. Eric Baird.” And he automatically stuck his hand out to shake.

Tyfodorus took it in both of his, sandwiching Eric’s hand between slightly cool and damp flesh that felt a bit like rubber instead of skin.

“Eric, I am here for a very specific purpose, but I wonder if I might adjust that somewhat now that we have met.”

“Oh?” he asked, his voice hitching up high on that one syllable.

“Yes.” He smiled like he was delighted, like everything was going his way, as he tentacle-walked closer and wouldn’t let go of Eric’s hand. “I would like to request your assistance.”

Well, that didn’t sound so bad. “How can I help you?”

“My people are unable to do certain things without aid,” he said as he caressed the back of Eric’s hand. “It is vital to our survival, in fact, that others help us in this way.”

“In what way?” he whispered, but some part of him knew.

Oh, how he knew.

“I am here to breed, Eric, and I would like to do so with you.”

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