Here There Be Monsters by Meljean Brook

Author:Meljean Brook
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2014-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

SIX

Six days later, Ivy lay panting in Mad Machen’s narrow bed, hoping that he would pray for her, too. In all her life, the only name she’d invoked for help was the legendary Leonardo da Vinci’s, whose war machines had halted the Horde’s progression out of Asia and into Europe for almost fifty years. But da Vinci couldn’t help her. He’d been dead for centuries. Mad Machen . . . very definitely . . . was not.

And he was as hideously clever.

She turned her head, confirming the pale sunlight streaming in through the gallery windows. Only half an hour ago, she’d been in the crow’s nest, looking through the biperspic lenses toward Britain’s western shores, pointing out other sails on the horizon. They didn’t have to search for Meg here—fed by a warm Atlantic current, these waters weren’t cold enough for the giant sharks or the kraken. She’d been thinking of that when she’d skylarked down to the quarterdeck, but Mad Machen hadn’t met her with his usual grin. He’d picked her up and swung her facedown over his shoulder, and Ivy had only just recovered from her shock when she’d realized that he was taking her to his cabin. And for a short time, she’d been tempted to risk everything.

She hadn’t had to. Mad Machen had only been a few steps from the bed when he’d asked, “Won’t you pay me to stop?”

Which meant that she’d have to earn her coin back with a kiss.

And so she’d ended up on her back in the bed anyway, fully clothed, Mad Machen’s mouth fastened to hers and his hands fisted beside her shoulders. With her legs around his hips and his heavy weight cradled between her thighs, he’d rocked until the needy ache had broken inside her, until she’d cried out as it shattered her hunger and rattled Ivy to the core. Then his mouth had become slow and languid on hers, as if he’d taken the wet heat from between her legs and alchemized her arousal into a kiss.

Once again, she’d been tempted to risk everything—and once again, she hadn’t had to. Mad Machen had only just lifted his head when Duckie had knocked at the door, calling through that Barker needed him topside.

And so now she lay alone, wishing for someone to whom she could pray. Only two days remained of their journey—and twenty days to return. She could not hold out. With every hour, her hunger for him became its own desperation, and she would not take a risk simply because she wanted . . . but this desire had become something more like need, instead.

Turning away from the windows, she buried her face in her hands. She knew the danger of this, could remember so clearly Netta’s grief and devastation when she’d lost her man. If Ivy carried on in this manner, she’d be returning to Fool’s Cove the same way. She needed to find some defense, because her fear of Mad Machen had not proven to be enough of one.

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