The lower stateroom reeked of sex. Jonas was asleep in the cramped bunk above her. She lay on her back, eyes closed, awake but just barely. Her unsatisfied pussy remained wet; candy-apple fingernails toyed through the wanton mess. 

Kara didn't notice the boat shift as the beast’s girth slid aboard. Several purple-spotted appendages snaked across the teak deck as if they recognized and sought her scent. Twitching tips inched below until they found her heady warmth.

A scream would have woken Jonas, but oddly, intrigue stirred and stoked her arousal. The instant it penetrated, she came. And every time thereafter.