CHAPTER 3
MELISSA
The storm of the century hits just after midnight.
The lighthouse groans like it’s alive, wind screaming, waves exploding against the rocks below. The lantern room is a chaos of lightning flashes and hurricane roar, and I’m pressed face-first to the massive curved glass, palms flat, legs spread, completely naked and glowing like a bioluminescent goddess.
Because Nerites is breeding me again.
His tentacles are everywhere, thick ones pinning my wrists above my head, thinner ones coiled around my thighs, keeping me spread open against the cold glass. One massive tentacle is buried in my ass, another even thicker is pounding my cunt, and his ridged c**k is sliding between them, taking turns, stretching me so wide I can feel every ridge, every pulse.
Lightning forks acro
