Page 15 of Something Real with the Sea Monster (Kraken Cove #3)

FIFTEEN

Jack

Tegan’s eyes widen and a smile spreads across her face. I let out a relieved breath. I wasn’t sure she would appreciate me being damn near insatiable, but with my fated mate in my arms and my cock buried deep inside her, I’m nowhere near done.

Now that I know what it feels like to have her wrapped around me, I’d like to keep her on my cock forever, but I know that’s not realistic. So I’ll make the most of what I can get.

I rock my hips tentatively, rubbing my thumb against what I hope is her clit. I don’t exactly know what I’m doing, but it seemed to get a good reaction last time.

Tegan sucks in a sharp breath. “Sensitive!”

“Are you sore? Do we need to stop?” I ask her. Stopping is the last thing I want to do, but I won’t hurt her.

“No. Just give me a moment before you touch my clit again.” Grabbing my hand, she pulls it back to her breast and takes over the motion.

Soon she’s moving on top of me again and my cock is fully hard.

God, I love watching her ride me. This is dangerous.

I never really knew what I was missing before, but now I do, I’m going to be out of my mind wanting her every day. Multiple times a day.

Arching her back gives me the perfect view of her magnificent breasts. I can’t help myself. Leaning in, I press them together so I can nuzzle them, amazed at how soft the skin feels and how plump they feel against my lips and cheeks.

“Suck them.”

When I follow her direction, I actually feel her tighten around me and can’t help the groan that tears from me.

Her nipples are just as sweet as the rest of her.

I have a moment’s regret, wishing I was in my kraken form so I could use my tentacles to properly taste her.

Let them rove over every inch of her soft skin until I have it memorized.

I don’t know how she would feel about me shifting, though.

We haven’t discussed it, and now hardly seems like the time.

Besides, I’m not stopping to take her to the shower.

So I concentrate on finding just the right suction to make her moan.

Planting my mouth over her tight nipple, I draw softly at first and then harder until her rhythm falters.

I smile. Just like when she told me to pinch her nipples, it seems she likes firm pressure. Almost rough.

I apply myself to first one, then the other breast in turn until she’s grinding on me, little whimpering sounds bursting from her whenever I stop. When I carefully use a light brush of my teeth, she cries out. She threads her fingers through my hair and pulls me closer. “More.”

I make little nipping bites all over her breasts, circling in on each nipple in turn. Finally, she stops moving and yanks on my hair enough to make me lift my head reluctantly. “Change positions.”

I’m not really thinking with the brain in my head anymore, so it takes me a moment to connect her words with action.

Tegan lifts off me, moving to the couch and getting onto all fours. She arches her back, presenting her ass and pussy for me, and the sight of her like that makes liquid leak into the condom.

She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. “Fuck me like this.”

As good as she looks like this, I’m a little disappointed we won’t be face-to-face. Somehow this feels less intimate. Still, I know better than to argue with her. I feel grateful just to have been allowed to touch her.

Moving behind her, I line up my cock at her entrance. She reaches between her thighs to spread herself wider and guide me in, and I’m thankful. I’m already praying I don’t fuck this up and hurt her or do something awkward like miss the hole.

But her slick labia part and I slide into her warmth just like that. A moment later I’m wondering what I was worried about.

I thought it might be hard to find a good angle.

I thought I might struggle to know what to do.

But as soon as my erection is snug within her pussy again, it feels like the most natural thing in the world to move my hips and pump into her.

I match my rhythm to the one she used as she fucked herself in my lap and am rewarded with another deep moan and her pussy squeezing around me.

God it feels so good. I’m already getting close to another orgasm, but if I come now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to recover again as quickly as I did last time.

What if tonight is the only chance I get to be inside her?

Shaking off that thought, I keep going, gritting my teeth and holding back my own pleasure. It can’t be. She’s mine. I just need to find a way to convince her.

When I sense her pushing back against each thrust, I increase my pace. She gasps when I grab her hips, but by now I’m learning that noise is a good one.

She moans when I use my grip to pull her back against me as I fuck her harder still.

I had an image in my head of what this would be like with my fated mate. I thought it would be soft and tender, sweet and slow.

This is nothing like that. It’s raw and desperate.

Primal and needy. The intensity is so much greater than I anticipated.

With every thrust the need grows stronger until I’m no longer myself.

Instead I’m this creature full of hunger and passion.

Full of intense feelings that spear me like the barb of a sting ray.

Piercing pleasure that shoots through me like a bolt of energy over and over, thrust after thrust.

When Tegan speaks, her words are a sob punctuated by the smacking of our bodies against each other.

“Oh. My. God. How are you so good at this already?”

Am I? I feel like I’m barely grasping to the last threads of my control, riding a wave that’s too big, about to be swept under.

I can’t speak. Can’t reply. I can only keep going, holding tight to her like she’s my lifeline. I hope she understands how I’m feeling. I’m not sure I do.

“Oh fuck.” Tegan curses. Something shifts. I realize a moment later she has moved one hand between her thighs to touch herself in time to my strokes. She tightens around me again. Her legs start to shake. Now I think I know what’s coming.

Now what did she say last time?

“Don’t stop. God, don’t fucking stop.”

Though my cock is throbbing and my balls are aching, I keep on doing exactly what I’m doing.

Over and over. I don’t know how long we hang on the edge like that for.

I’m not counting. I’ll last as long as she needs me to.

If she tells me I need to keep going like this another hour, I’ll do it.

Another day. It’s hers. All I know is she asked me for something and that’s what she’s going to get. I’ll last.

I have to.

“Take what you need, beautiful. I’m right here until you tell me to stop.”

She makes a low moan deep in the back of her throat. I can’t tell if it’s good or bad, so I just keep going, hoping. Hoping I haven’t said the wrong thing.

A moment later she stops rubbing her clit. She reaches back with one hand and grabs my wrist. Her grip is tight. Her nails dig in and ratchet up my pleasure about ten times. It’s like she’s holding onto me as her anchor, as if she’s also feeling something so big it’s going to sweep her away.

I slam into her five more times. Each time it seems as if another layer of pressure builds. My belly is tight. My whole body is screaming for release.

Tegan lets out a long wail. “Oh fuck yes.”

Then once again I feel the waves of pleasure take her over.

It seizes up her body and arches her back.

It squeezes her tight around me, and I grunt as the contractions massage my cock.

A gush of moisture also flows from her, drenching my thighs, triggering my shift.

Absolutely nothing I can do about it. My body slides into its other form, and I have only a moment to whisper, “Tegan, please don’t panic. I promise I would never hurt you.”

Then my legs split, forming into eight tentacles. Each one has a mind of its own—literally—and each wants a taste of our fated mate.

That first moment as my suckers connect with her sweet skin, her sweat, her juices, and her flavor explodes through me, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from sliding them everywhere, penetrating her every orifice, having all of her.

Then sensation takes me over and my hips jerk forward and I’m plunging deep as my orgasm drains me dry of thought and control.

When I’m conscious of all my separate limbs again, I become aware that I’m still buried deep, bent over her, holding her close. Tegan is trembling in my arms.

Fuck. I’ve scared her. I gently let her go. “Shhh. It’s OK. I just shifted. You’re OK.”

I try to pull away, but she clutches at me. “Come back! Hold me! Oh my god, Jack. I might not be able to stand for a while. Just hold me.”

I flick my ear fins, thinking I must have misheard, but she doesn’t sound scared or disgusted. “I-it might take a while for me to shift back,” I tell her tentatively.

She grabs my hand and drags my arm around her like a blanket, then collapses onto the sofa with me curled around her. “You think I care about that? Jack, you’ve been inside me. Don’t get shy now. I know what you are.”

I relax a fraction, which means my tentacles go right back to roaming, slipping up her calves and thighs, curling around curves and plucking gently at sensitive places.

Tegan sighs. “Oh it’s like having a harem of lovers. Why does no one ever talk about the fact that krakens give the best cuddles?”

Laughter rises in my chest and I allow myself to pull her closer, slipping my arm beneath her head as a pillow. “I never thought about it like that. I guess the tentacles do come in handy.”

As I say this one snakes up her leg, reaching for her pussy, for another taste of that heaven. I have very little control over them when I’m feeling like this.

“Mmm.” Tegan’s voice is sleepy, and I don’t blame her. I could drift like this, inhaling the scent of our sex and her hair. With her warm body nestled against mine. “I’m going to have to factor that in next time. We might need a whole series of lessons to explore that potential.”

Impossibly, my cock twitches against her ass. Next time! There might be a next time.

Of course there’ll be a next time. I’ll make sure of it.

I force down my excitement and concentrate on enjoying the moment.

One step at a time. Or several Olympic-sized leaps anyway. I never thought this morning that by tonight I’d have my fated mate in my arms, seemingly at home with my shifted form, having come around my cock not once but twice.

If that sort of miracle can happen in one day, then imagine what I could achieve in several dates. Suddenly a world of possibilities I thought were closed to me seem wide open.

I let out a contented sigh and let my eyes drift shut just for a moment.