I kiss his neck, which only drives him even wilder. “What is it, love? What do you want me to do to you?”
Needy, animalistic sounds tumble from his lips.
I slip my tentacle free and let go of his wrists. “Do you need my cock?”
He shivers when I begin to tease his hole with just the tip. As a mer-kraken, my mating tentacle leaks extra precum, plenty to slick the way. I smear it all over my cock and his rim before lining myself up.
I start to push when he gasps. “No.”
I freeze in place, heart pounding wildly. Quickly, I scan his body, his face. Oh gods. Did I mess this up already?
“I want you to fuck me with your mating tentacle.”
My jaw falls slack with shock. My mating tentacle is thicker. Plus, all the suckers make the appendage extra textured, unlike a smooth cock.
“I’ve never—” I’ve fucked plenty of men and women with my cock, but I’ve never fucked anyone with my mating tentacle. Not that I can get Kaleb pregnant or anything; it’s just a very intimate thing. I’ve been told that it’s the most pleasurable thing a kraken can experience.
“I know,” Kaleb squirms. “I want to be your first.”
“Are you sure?” I ask. My kraken thrashes inside of me, desperate to feel our mate. Almost as if against my will, my mating tentacle uncoils on its own, growing thick with anticipation. More precum leaks from the suckers, getting ready.
“Yes, Dare. I want to feel you inside me.”
I nod eagerly, unable to hold myself back. I’m going to drive my mate absolutely feral. My tentacle finds his tight hole. It begins to push, and keeps pushing, sinking deep inside of him. Kaleb moans a needy, keening sound that almost makes me come right here and now.
Once I’m inside him, I hold still, letting him adjust to the thickness. My cock lies heavy against his, and even that is almost too much. Then, I keep my promise and begin to really drive him crazy.
I use every appendage to caress, tease, and stroke as I start thrusting inside him.
“Oh fuck. So good, so good,” he babbles. “The stretch, the suction. It’s so deep.”
His needy whimpers encourage me to move faster. My tentacles find both of his nipples, switching between flickering and sucking. My other tentacles suck—everywhere. And I meaneverywhere. My inner kraken takes charge, marking our mate all over his body until he’s a desperate mess.
“Yes! Harder, Dare. Harder. Oh fuck! Just like that, baby.”
“Fucking hell, Kaleb. I’m going to come,” I pant. “I’m going to claim you now.” With my hand, I grab both of our cocks and pump in time with my erratic, pounding thrusts.
Kaleb’s hole tightens around my tentacle. Gods. He’s strangling me. He tightens even more as he screams. Suddenly, we’re both coming everywhere. Our cocks are painting his chest and abs with ropes of white cum, and my mating tentacle marks him from the inside.
The pleasure is so much, so intense, I can tell the moment we both black out from the shared pleasure coursing through our bond.My mate.I think to myself.My perfect mate. I’m going to cherish this man for the rest of my life.
Chapter sixteen
Kaleb
(December 25th)
On Christmas morning, I wake to the sight of snow drifting lazily to the ground just outside my window. It’s a gorgeous sight, and something I can definitely get used to. Reaching to my left, I find Darius missing from our bed. In his place, Cleo stretches, arching her back and shivering with pleasure.
The past month and a half has been like living a brand-new life. My fresh start. There was ‘before Darius’ and ‘after Darius.’ It didn’t take us long to fall completely in love with each other. Thanks to our bond, there’s been a level of intimacy I’ve never experienced with anyone before.
The only thing missing from my life for what felt like the longest time was Stacy. But I guess I shouldn’t have worried too much, because she and Darius have been planning her big move. When she finally came to Heart’s Hollow. I spent the week showing her all the quaint shops downtown before taking her to the pier and exploring there.
Darius and I fell into a lovely routine, where we woke up early and jogged to the beach together. He would transform and swim in the ocean, while I took my time drawing commissions for my clients on my tablet. Every morning, I would bundle up in one of my favorite scarves and a coat, while Darius supplied me with a hot thermos of his signature Peppermint Potion. He’s tried showing me how to make them, but I can never get them quite right.
One day, I asked him if he had a secret magical ingredient he didn’t tell me about, and my cheesy mate just replied that he “makes them with love.”
I wander into the kitchen and wrap my arms around Darius from behind. “Merry Christmas, Dare,” I say, pressing kisses onto his toned back.
