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Her back would look so pretty, with red lines from his claws running down it. He knew she would welt. He could already see the marks over her hip bones that he’d left just from pawing at her. At the sight of them, he wanted to create more. He wanted to rake his nails down her sides just to see the red lines that would linger for days after he was done with her.
Perhaps he was too violent for most of his kind, but he had a feeling he was the right kind of violent for her.
On the other hand, he seemed to know her intuitively. Every time she was nervous, he lit up those lights for her to count. When she was cold, he brought her in closer to his heat and made sure all her limbs were appropriately tucked into the warmest parts of himself. Even when she had her eyes open, he would look down at her like he knew she was looking up at him.
“I may not know you as well as I wish, but my soul knows yours, Daios.”
So he would let her go into the arms of her own kind, and then he would turn his attention to the next job where he had to risk his life. The next mission where he might die. But that was all right. If he died saving his people, then that was a worthy death.
“She’s sweet on him, it seems, so we should let them have a chat when they can.” Byte rolled to a stop in the middle of the room, and his little binocular eyes rose to blink at the droid on top of her head. “All of her models were decommissioned years ago,” the droid advised. “Not all of them.” Anya grinned. “Besides, Bitsy’s had a few upgrades in the time since.” Daios leaned, peering through the lens from behind Anya’s head to see bright pink hearts radiating around Byte’s little body.
The slightest brush against his gills had his eyes rolling back in his head. In mixed company, she shouldn’t touch him like this. But she didn’t know... couldn’t know... When he finally opened his eyes again, he saw a vixen smile on her lips. She knew what she did to him. And she liked having that control.
Now he knew what it was to stand in the light of her smile and bask in the glow of her joy. He would trade the entire sea for a few moments with her.
Maybe she was the only weird one who saw a man who had needed someone to see him. Just like she’d wanted someone to see her.
“He makes me feel safe.”
“I’ve never felt so cherished,” she said, not even certain that her voice was loud enough to be heard. “I know that’s insanity. He’s someone I don’t know, not really. I haven’t talked to him much about his life or where he came from. I don’t know his struggles or his family or what it was like for him growing up. All I know is that the core of him...” She thumped her fist against her chest. “It’s the same as what is in here.”
Pale skin on the male’s chest tapered into a deep purple that was only seen this far in the abyss. The depthstrider who loomed above him did not have fins that flared on his sides like the other undines, but tendrils. Tentacles that ended with bulbous tips that lit up with his anger. Though he still had the tell-tale fins on the sides of his face, his hair was much finer. Where Daios’s locks were tangled into their own similar tentacles, this one had fine strands that billowed around his head like a plume of dark ink.
“Do you really believe there are only three cities? There are more, my brother. Do not make me kill you and find another messenger. The depthstriders are doing what we can down here so that those up above do not have to be attacked in the same way.”
All you’re going to do is get lost.” Sure. She might. But maybe if she got lost, he would find her again.
He was shaking, she realized. Quaking against her chest until she felt as rattled as he was. Tears pricked her eyes, and she held onto him tightly, rubbing her palms up and down his back because she didn’t know what else to do. What to say. Instead, she just held him to her heart and let him hold her against his.
“I am worn and ragged. My kalon, let me rest with you before I must face what I have seen.”
“No, my kalon.” Cupping the back of her neck, he drew her down until he could press their foreheads together. Here he could breathe her in. Here he could hope that this would not ruin all that they had built. “They named me the enemy of yours.”
“It is a special word. We save it only for a rare pearl that we find only once in our life. It means a beauty that is more than skin deep. It refers to a soul that radiates inside a person, so much so that you can see it on the outside as well.”
“How could I? When your hair is the color of the sun on a cloudless day? When your smile warms the entire ocean around me? When I touch you, your soul is so familiar to me. It is like I have known you in a hundred lifetimes before this, and some part of me that I’ve forgotten wishes to bury itself inside you. It tells me to cling to the curve of your waist, to clutch at the feeling in my chest that lingers when you are near. My soul wishes to keep you and never let you go.”
“I want you, Daios. I don’t know why or how, but I do. Every bit of you. Your anger, your rage, your pain. I want that just as much as I want your attention and your adoration.” Her hand pressed flat against his chest, her palm so warm against his skin. “I am not afraid of you.” “I am.”
“You smell so good,” he growled, his voice so low that it vibrated between her legs. “Whatever that scent is, I want to coat myself in it.”
“Gods, kalon. You taste so fucking perfect. I’ve wanted to taste you since you rode my hand.”
“Tell me how it feels,” she whispered, the words ragged and raw in her throat. “Tell me.” She looked up to see him shaking his head. Instead, his shorter arm nudged her head to the side and she could just barely see his fingers moving as he spoke, her head rocking as he sank even deeper. “Home. It feels like home.”
“Daios,” she whimpered. “Please, I’m—” “I know, kalon.” He released her nipple to catch her mouth with his. Those sharp teeth nipped at her lips, sipping at her mouth as though he were drunk. “Gods, you take me so well.”
Even in her sleep, she wanted to be close to him. That eased some animalistic part of his mind that was so afraid she would wake and scream.
“Like what?” “Like that.” Anya leaned down and kissed him hard. “We’re never going to leave this place if you keep looking at me like you want to take me again.”
He wanted to take her in the kelp, maybe this time tie her up in a way that left her more at his mercy. He’d liked that.
“Don’t tempt me,” he grumbled. “What if I want to tempt you?” He burst out of the kelp and started toward their home, shaking his head as she tangled herself around him as strong as the kelp. “Gods of the sea, cast pity on me. I have found myself a woman who dares to test me at every turn.”
Without Mira in the room, he was so quick to run his hand over the back of her head. He smoothed her hair back from her face, hooking the strands behind her ears.
“My lack of arm has nothing to do with feeling whole. A metal device or not, I was never whole before you. You were the first person to look at me and see a man after my injury. Not a mistake, not a failure. You were the one to see me. My kalon, if you wished me to shed my skin, I would. If the arm makes you uncomfortable, then I will drop it into the deepest pits of the sea.”
“I don’t want you to not be whole again because of me.” “I am only whole because of you.”

