Page 46 of The Kraken's Queen

“No,” I say with too much ferocity. “I don’t want you as a man, Allarick.”

Realization dawns, and his lips twitch up into a predatory smile. Warmth rushes to my core just as it does every time he looks at me like that.

“Not a man,” he repeats. “My wife wants her kraken husband, then? To feel my hands and tentacles all over this pretty body?”

“Yes. Allarick, please.”

His tentacles caress my side. It’s too slow. All too slow. I want him to unleash on me.

My wishes are granted in the next second.

Allarick brings me to his chest, his lips leaving a trail of kisses from my lips down to my neck. I tilt my head to the side, giving him full access to my neck. His teeth brush against my skin before he gently bites down. Goosebumps form on my arms, and my nipples harden to painful points.

His finger glides down my back to the ties of my corset. The instant exhale when he loosens it has my whole body relaxing. “Damn, Iris really knows how to tie these things.” My boobs, which were pushed up nearly to my chin, settle back to their natural position.

“She’s efficient,” he says as more of the ties loosen until I can finally breathe properly. Allarick wastes no time unclasping the front. When he’s got half of them unclasped, he runs his big hand up my stomach. He spreads his fingers wide, nearly encompassing my entire stomach before moving up. His touch burns me, sending molten heat straight to my core.

“Are you?—”

“If you ask me if I’m sure one more time, Allarick, I won’t ever show you my boobs.” It’s a threat I’m notprepared to see through, but at this moment, I will do anything to make my kraken drop his gentleman persona and his need to treat me like I’m a porcelain doll. “If I want to stop, I’ll tell you.”

I need him to see me as his wife.

A woman he desires.

Faster than my eyes can track, the last few clasps of my corset open, and my breasts spill out. The corset floats to the floor, and I think about picking up the beautiful garment so it doesn’t get damaged.

But then Allarick’s mouth is on mine again.

And his hands cup my heavy breasts, kneading them.

Everything else is forgotten.

I moan, arching my back. It’s not close enough though. I want nothing between us. I want to feel his body flush against mine. I want to find his cock, because, admittedly, I have no idea where a kraken cock is located or what it even looks like. I’ve seen plenty of krakens, and I think I would have noticed if they were swimming around with their cocks out.

Probably.

Allarick snakes one of his eight tentacles around my hips and pulls. I spin in his arms. My back hits his chest, and I feel his hot breath against my neck before his lips sear my skin. He leaves a trail of kisses in his wake. I press my legs together, desperate for some friction. Desperate for Allarick. Need like I’ve never felt courses through my body, begging for more.

“Where do you want to be touched, sweet girl?” he asks. “Here?” He brings his tentacle up to my chest,teasing my nipple by swirling his tip around it. And,oh god,it feels good. Like really fucking good.

I’ve never considered myself particularly kinky. Or more accurately, I never got to explore that sexual side of myself. James was a missionary guy, which was…fine, but the moment he passed out, I would take the vibrator I kept hidden in the bedside table and finish the job. Sex was never enjoyable, but orgasming was. James was a no toy kind of man, so the fact I even hid a vibrator from him was amazing.

I’ve seen tentacle dildos before on the rare occasion I would wander into Richard’s, the only sex shop in Grym Hollow. I had always been too scared to make any purchases, but it didn’t stop me from window shopping. I always gravitated toward the…nonhuman penises. I knew my interests were different the time I overheard two women making judgy comments about the nonhuman dildos. So, it only remained a fantasy.

Until now.

“Or maybe you want to be touched here?” Allarick moves between my legs, my skirts bunching up and creating a barrier between his tentacle and my pussy. My clit begs to be touched; it’s almost painful. Almost too much.

“You’re teasing me,” I manage to pant.

Allarick laughs deep in his throat, sending shivers through my body. “I am. I plan on taking my time with you, Wife.”

“Well,Husband,” I say, though it comes out as a sneer, which I don’t intend, “your wife needs more. Now.” This woman who demands things is not one I’mfamiliar with, but I can’t help but like this part of me that voices what she wants. I’ve missed her.

Allarick must like it too, because I feel a quick tug on my skirts before he pulls them away from my body. I only wear the barely-there panties Iris made me put on. Allarick hums in pleasure, fingering—tentacle-ing?—the tops of my panties.

Allarick makes quick work of removing the garments, and for the first time, I’m naked in front of him. I wait for the embarrassment or shyness to settle in, but it never does. Not with Allarick, at least. His hand travels down the curve of my breast all the way down to my hip bone. “You are exquisite, Wife.”

---