The Saltwater Curse

by Avina St. Graves

Violent men aren’t violent because they lost their temper—they’re violent because they know they can get away with it.

“You want me to stab you again?” “Only if you’re offering.” I try to hide my hope. Cindi could engrave her name on my chest if she wanted. “What the fuck?” She gasps. “I will not force you to do it, but it would be my greatest honor if you did.” I dip my head.

I may be the king, but I bow to her, and she bows to no one. Between us, the only one who will submit is me.

Another prick pinches my tentacle, and I glance down to see the knife protruding from another appendage. Oh. It wasn’t a mating mark. My mate was trying to hurt me.

“You, Cindi. I choose you. Always. If you die, I’ll follow. If you run, I’ll be there. I will never let you go. I will never not choose you.”