Rive: Little Mermaid Retold (Shadow Immortals MC Book 1) Read online

  Kadmiel

  I grip her waist as she sways and her knees bend. The ride has been too much for her, I guess. I scoop her up in my arms, enjoying the feel of her limp body.

  “You will get used to it,” I say.

  I have the ability of teleportation. It’s one of the benefits of having wings.

  “Where are we?” Rive murmurs, her eyes rolling back.

  I correct her position so her cheek rests against my chest and I walk across the courtyard of my little castle perched on the white cliff.

  “My place,” I say.

  “My sister—“

  “You will stay here.”

  She shudders. “As you wish, sir.” It comes out as a hoarse whisper.

  She will stay here for as long as necessary for her to forget about that human man from the pub who wanted to fuck her. I’ll fucking kill him if he looks at her one more time.

  I go towards the stone stairs leading to the castle’s walls and climb them as Rive squirms in my arms.

  “Sir?”

  “What is it, sweetheart?”

  “Why are you mad with me?”

  “I’m just concerned about your safety. Your species is almost extinct.”

  Something jabs my heart like a needle, causing me a physical pain. Angels are not allowed to lie. We are not allowed to share our emotions with others either, but my anger has somehow seeped into Rive. Strange. It’s as though I can’t control myself around her.

  She sighs and curls into my chest. I can sense her exhaustion.

  “You see,” I say as softly as I can manage. “You need rest. You need rest in a safe place.”

  I push my energy into her and she yawns.

  “It’s pleasant, sir,” she hums. “Warm. Calm.” She takes a deep breath and drops off to sleep.

  Good. She needs rest. My energy will give her pleasant dreams. About me of course. I want to give her erotic dreams about me, but mermaids don’t think about us this way, and I’m unable to force her to have those erotic dreams, so some adventures or exploring the woods will do.

  A thought hits me. Mermaids are incapable of desiring angels. Well, that might be a problem since I can’t wait to sink my dick into Rive’s cunt. I want to fuck her raw, but she has to enjoy it.

  Mermaids don’t enjoy an angel’s touch and the other way round. I will fucking change that though. I love challenges. Rive will stay with me, get used to me, like me. Want me.

  I pass Micah as I move along the wall stretching to the tower where my bedroom is situated. He shakes his head and looks at me with pity, but doesn’t comment. All my boys are probably too stunned by my unusual behaviour to comment.

  I go through the ornate wooden door and climb the stairs. The torches burning on the wall give the tower a misty aura. My shadow is sliding on the grey stone wall with small arched niches, while I’m moving up at a steady pace. I enter my bedroom and lay Rive on my bed, removing her jacket gently so she won’t wake up. I take off her boots and unzip her jeans. She mumbles something in her dream as I pull her jeans down and hold each of her calves to free her legs. Then I pull her vest over her head. She curls into a ball and I stare at her slim thighs.

  “Cover her with the duvet,” Micah says quietly from behind me. “It’s disrespectful to watch her when she only has her underwear on.”

  I lean over Rive and pull at the red quilted duvet adorned with tiny crystals to cover her up to her waist. Her large tits almost pour out of her black bra. What a delicious view.

  Rive is very short and slim, but has beautiful tits, a slender waist and a perfect ass. Everything is absolutely perfect about her. I can’t find another word to describe her. A perfect little mermaid.

  Backing up, I remove my jacket and toss it onto the armchair. Micah waves his hand at me and we go towards the castle’s wall.

  “She’s not your pet,” Micah says.

  “She’s not but I can take care of her.”

  Micah grabs his head in both his hands. “Wake up. Fucking hell.” He looks at me like I’m some lunatic.

  “Fuck off.”

  “What is wrong with you?”

  “Nothing.”

  “You’ve brought a mermaid to our home. Not to mention that no woman has ever been allowed to visit this castle.”

  “She—“

  “She what? Fucking hell. Kadmiel, this is your craziest idea ever. Are you bored with fucking human women? Find yourself a shifter. Or a witch. She is a mermaid, you fucking dick.”

  “Rive—“

  “This is against the order. And, she’s in love with that human man.”

  Anger boils inside of me as I roll my fingers into fists. “She will forget about him.”

  Micah scratches his bald head. “We don’t love, Kadmiel. We kill demons, get drunk and fuck. That’s all.”

  “I don’t love her.”

  The moment the last word leaves my mouth, an agonising pain courses through my chest, making me bend forward and wheeze.

  “Fuck,” I gasp.

  Micah squeezes my shoulder. “Yes, fuck. This is so fucking ridiculous. No, this is actually very funny.”

  “Fuck off.” I huff out and straighten. “I don’t know what it is about her. I want to fuck her, Micah. I want to fuck her raw. Fuck her hard. And then again. And again.”

  Micah erupts into laughter. “She’s morbidly scared of you.”

  “That’s not true. She likes me.”

  “She is in love with that man.”

  “Not for long.” I rest my hand against the wall. “Take Zarall and buy me some stuff for Rive.”

  “Like what? Sanitary pads?”

  “Yeah and a few dresses. Some seaweed—“

  “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “That’s an order, Micah.”

  Micah salutes me, his expression serious, but I have the impression that he can barely manage to stifle his laughter.

  Chapter 3

  Rive

  The sun’s rays burn my cheek, tearing me out of my dream. It’s been the kind of eerie dream about Kadmiel and me, a dream I’ve never had before. The emotions it has evoked are still dancing in my head, helplessness and confusion. In my dream, Kadmiel was very angry with me and I couldn’t speak like my mouth was full of water. I wanted to say ‘sorry’ but I couldn’t. Then Kadmiel was just sad and again I couldn’t say anything to comfort him which flooded me with despair. I cried in my dream. Silently like there was a noose around my chest.

  I open my eyes and roll on my side as my glance meets Kadmiel’s. My heart jumps up to my throat. The haze in my head clears in a split second as does the sensation of the invisible glue between my eyelids. I take a deep breath. The smell of cooked seaweed teases my nostrils as my eyes flick over two streaks of light illuminating the delicate dance of dust just above the stone floor.

  “Morning, princess,” Kadmiel says.

  “Morning,” I mumble.

  I hold my weight up on my elbow and sweep my eyes over Kadmiel. He is sitting on the floor by the bed I’m in, with one knee bent. His hair is damp and I smell fresh lemon and lavender edged with some artificial sharpness from him, all those intriguing scents mingling with his light sweat. A surprisingly pleasant mix. An enthralling mix.

  “Are you hungry?” he asks.

  I bob my head at him and my gesture makes him smile. If he were a human, I’d say he is in a good mood. I don’t know whether angels can be in a good mood or not, but his face seems to radiate joy. His smile is boyish even. That’s a good sign. Maybe he thinks I’m coping on dry land and he’ll let me go soon.

  Mischievous flickers dance in his eyes, and I wonder how old he is. Probably one thousand or more, but he looks twenty-five in human terms. His eyes can sometimes flick like my mother’s, indicating a long life.

  “Did you sleep well?” he asks.

  “Very well,” I say, sitting up. “I’m in a real bed, after all.” I fold my hands as if praying and excitement rushes through my veins. “In a real be
d. Is it yours?” I can’t decide whether the thought of using this wonderful bed once more is more tempting to me than the prospect of leaving this place.

  A shadow of menace appears on Kadmiel’s face. “Mine but it can be yours from now on.”

  That means I have to put in a lot of effort in order to convince him I can take care of myself. The prospect of sleeping in his bed fills me with an overwhelming excitement though.

  “So, where are you going to sleep, sir?”

  “The armchair wasn’t bad.”

  My eyes travel to the red throne with golden armrests, standing at the table. “You can’t sleep in the armchair. The bed is wide enough for the both of us.”

  In fact, it’s a huge mattress spread on the floor. Cushions of all shades of green and red cover its head and foot and some of them lie on the floor.

  Kadmiel’s eyes fill with darkness sending ice into my veins. He raises his hand and strokes my hair then runs his knuckles up and down my cheek.

  “Are you sure?” he rasps.

  It’s his bed. I don’t understand why an angel is even asking for my opinion.

  “I’m small,” I say. “You won’t even feel me.”

  He nods at me and runs his knuckles down my cheek then puts his palm on my head. I feel it tremble. Strange. Is he nervous?

  No—

  Angels are never nervous. They know no fear. Nervousness is for the lower beings like me.

  Kadmiel rises to his feet and turns his muscular back to me. My eyes flick over the runes adorning his skin. They waver in rhythm with his perfect muscles as he approaches the table standing by the wall and grabs a plate stuffed with food. It’s seaweed. My favourite food. So far. I haven’t tried human cuisine yet.

  Kadmiel returns to me and sticks the plate under my nose. “Eat.” He sits on the floor, resting his elbow against the mattress as I hold the plate.

  I dip my fingers into the food and hiss at the heat of it. I always eat raw seaweed, but my sister offered me a cooked dish when she greeted me on the shore. It was delicious so I’m eager to taste Kadmiel’s recipe as well.

  “Careful, sweetheart,” Kadmiel says as his hand travels to the back of his neck.

  I can’t be careful. I’m hungry and this dish calls to all my senses, urging me to devour it.

  Kadmiel

  She pops the food into her sweet mouth and moans as the sauce dribbles down her chin. I stifle my urge to lick that sauce off her skin. No, I stifle my urge to lick her whole body.

  “Good,” she mumbles with a full mouth, licking her fingers. “Really good.” The strap of her bra lowers and the right cup slides down, exposing her nipple.

  My sweet little mermaid is so occupied with eating that she doesn’t notice that. But, I’ve noticed. My eyes trail a line along the thick drop of the sauce, moving down her throat to her breast. Suddenly, my whole world narrows to that drop stopping on her nipple. Blood pumps in my ears. My fingers itch to hook the back of Rive’s neck and bring her nipple down to my mouth.

  Our gazes meet and she wipes her lips with the back of her hand.

  She’s so adorable. So fucking tempting, innocent and shameless. Her little cunt must be really tight, tighter than that of an average human woman. My hard dick aches in my jeans to check it out.

  “I’ve got some clothes for you and a few sets of lingerie,” I say and clear my throat. “And some female stuff.”

  Sanitary pads and a few jars of moisturiser to be precise.

  “New clothes?” Her lips part into a smile and she raises her hands like an excited child.

  “You can have a shower now if you want.”

  “Can I have a shower like a human?”

  “Of course, you can.”

  Ideally, with me standing opposite her and sucking her nipples. Soon. I will fucking make it happen.

  I lift myself and grab two bags of the stuff my boys bought for her. Rive puts the plate on the pillow and rests her greasy hands against the duvet, but fuck that. Her joy as I show her all the dresses and bras with matching panties is priceless.

  “You like them?” I ask.

  “Beautiful,” she squeaks. “Everything is beautiful.”

  I’ve never regarded mermaids as persons; they’ve always been an endangered species to me like some fucking whales or pandas, but now watching Rive I’m amazed at how, I don’t know, sincere they are. Simple, but so full of life, happy with tiny things. Am I happy? I think I am when I’m watching Rive, but what about the rest of my life? I know pride. I know duty and adrenaline. I know what a good fuck pleasure is. And nothing more.

  “So, go on,” I say gently. “The bathroom is behind the golden door with a carved wood rosette. The towels and spare toothbrushes are in the white cabinet.”

  Rive grabs the pink set of underwear and darts to the bathroom. I’d prefer her to wear the black set because pink is not my favourite colour, but if she loves it, I can love it too.

  I can hear her squealing inside of the bathroom as something bangs and scrunches. Fuck that. She can ruin my bathroom. She can ruin my bedroom. She can ruin my whole life if I only can have her close to me.

  The murmur of the water streaming in the shower cabin muffles Rive’s excited squeals and more bangs that are suspicious come to my ears.

  Well, there is a fairly high chance that my bathroom will need some major renovation, but fuck that.

  Rive

  I step under the rain of warm water, as a human girl would do. The black tiling behind me is complemented with two glass walls. The cabin has no door and the floor looks like it’s made of wood. My sister had visited my homeland underwater a few times before she decided to be a human, bringing a lot of stories about the life on dry land so I know what a shower cabin is, what clothes and underwear are, what a toothbrush is. But it seems like I need to learn so many other things. Like how to control my human form. Mermaids can enjoy water in human form but it requires a good focus. Otherwise, a drop of water splashing against my foot makes me turn into a mermaid. Like a moment earlier when I destroyed one of the cabinets. Maybe Kadmiel will even want to kill me for that. And I can’t even escape him because he told me to stay here. I hope angels are serious about protecting all the endangered species including mine.

  The water streaming down my back gives me the sensation of pleasant relaxation and I forget about Kadmiel and his cabinet. I focus on remaining in human form. Steam forms white clouds around me as the water massages my skin, making it slightly red. I lather myself up with shower gel and rinse the foam off. I smell a bit of Kadmiel now.

  “Rive.” Kadmiel’s voice coming from outside of the bathroom shakes me out of my sweet forgetfulness and banging on the door follows.

  I turn off the water, grab the towel then put the underwear on and brush my teeth. In my homeland, I’d use a pinch of pearl dust to polish my teeth, but the toothpaste and toothbrush Kadmiel allowed me to use are much more exciting.

  “Rive,” Kadmiel roars.

  Kadmiel

  Finally, she walks out of the bathroom, with the pink underwear on. Her hair is drenched and the water floods my bedroom, but I don’t pay attention. I can only see her large tits lifted by the bra, fulfilling my every erotic fantasy. And fuck me, this pink colour suits her perfectly, makes her skin tone glow and makes her hair shine. I can picture Rive wearing pink laces and satins in my mind. She’d be sprawled on my bed, my face between her thighs, my tongue inside her little cunt, then she’d be on all fours with her ass in the air, waiting for my hard cock to punish her.

  Fucking hell. I want to fuck her like an animal.

  I huff out. “Rive, princess, you need to dry your hair.”

  I move closer to her and tear the towel from her hand then dry her hair in four energetic movements.

  “Sir.” Her voice trembles.

  “What is it?”

  “The cabinet.”

  “I heard.”

  Her body shakes so I throw the towel towards the bathroom door and lay my hands
on her shoulders. Her skin is seductively soft and hot to touch. A fog fills my mind.

  “Rive,” I say gently, stroking her arms up and down. “This is your home now. You can ruin here whatever you want to.”

  “But, sir—“

  “No buts. Let’s go for a walk, okay? Then we’ll eat something nice.”

  She nods then moves towards the bed and bends to pick up a dress, offering me a perfect view of her lush ass.

  Blood pumps in my ears and my heart races like it’s going to jump out of my chest at any moment. My dick is so hard that it’s painful. My balls are painful. My intelligence has just evaporated and it’s fucking painful too.

  Rive pulls the dress on and slides into her boots as I open the wardrobe and take out a t-shirt to put it on. Then I just stare at her.

  I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than her in this moment. I’ve never felt anything more powerful than my lust and yearning for her. Fuck. I shouldn’t feel anything. I’m an angel. I kill with cold blood. I get drunk. I fuck without emotions.

  Rive moves closer to me and holds my hand, her fingers laced with mine. Good girl. She really knows what to do.

  We step out of the bedroom and move into the stairwell then walk along the castle’s wall. Theo and Sabrael smirk at Rive as we move closer to them. They’re standing on the wall, half-naked, with their wings outspread and Rive shrinks into herself. I want to punch my boys in the face for scaring her. They must sense my anger because they fold their wings, kneel on one knee and bow their heads. I bow my head back as we pass them.

  “Where are we going?” Rive asks and clings to my arm.

  “To the nearest town.”

  My wings appear from my back, flapping a few times, and we find ourselves in the narrow passage near the cathedral yard, a very private spot formed by a high bricked wall and the back walls of two historic buildings. Rive sways, rolling her eyes so I hook her under the arms to steady her.