Page 49 of The Kraken's Queen

Like I’m finally a person worthy of love and respect.

Allarick stirs next to me, his grip on me tightening as he pulls me closer. His locs tickle my chest, but I lean against him regardless.

“Good morning, Wife.” Allarick’s morning voice is…pure sex. A delicious caress to the senses. He has me pressing my legs together; my wayward thoughts go straight to what he did yesterday with his tentacles and wondering when it could happen again.

“Good morning. Did you carry me to bed?” I reach out to finger his hair. I’m itching to retwist his locs the next time he needs it. I learned at a young age, having practiced on my doll. I learned the best ways to style my own hair to keep it looking healthy.

“I did. You fell asleep on me after a while. I’ll pretend my pride isn’t wounded,” he teases.

I laugh. “It shouldn’t be. I fell asleep because I haven’t orgasmed that hard in a long time. Or ever. I slept really well last night though, so that’s good.”

“Very good indeed.” Allarick pulls me to his chest andleans down to capture my lips in a slow but passionate morning kiss. His tongue lazily strokes mine, drinking me in like I’m his morning coffee. He’s certainly mine.

And I need more.

I don’t know where the boldness comes from. This sex-crazed woman isn’t me, at least it wasn’t before Allarick. My hands go to his chest, and I push him away. His stunned expression is almost comical, but I pay it little mind as I move to straddle him. Allarick’s eyes darken, a low chuckle coming from his throat. “Does my wife need attention?”

“Yes,” I say, not shying away from him.

This moment feels important, just like yesterday when we had sex. This is another thing I’m reclaiming, and having sex while my husband looks human is important to me. Man or monster, he needs to be the one who claims me entirely. Just like I’m about to claim him.

I reach down between us, my hand finding the tip of his cock. I grip him, and Allarick groans, eyes fluttering. He looks so sexy. Part of me still can’t believe he’s my husband. I don’t know what I did to deserve such a gentle and loving partner, but I know without a doubt that I don’t want to lose him.

“Touch me, sweet girl,” he purrs from underneath me. Heat blossoms in my core, scorching me from the inside out.

His cock is no less impressive in this form than it is in kraken form. He’s still long and thick with the same mushroom tip. The only difference is that his cock isn’t red or ribbed. I’m only a little sad about the last part, butit doesn’t last long. I stroke him, and the room fills with his groans. It’s so hot and goes straight to my clit.

“I want you inside of me,” I pant, drunk with lust.

“Then do it, sweet girl. Take your husband.”

My husband.

My body is prepped and primed to take him. There is still a delicious ache between my thighs, but it doesn’t deter me as I line him up against my slick folds and guide him inside me. We moan in unison. My head falls back as I slowly take in every damn inch of him. If all the merpeople are hung like Allarick, there has to be many happy—albeit sore—partners swimming around.

When he’s fully seated inside me, I’m stretched obscenely wide for him. Allarick glances down at where we connect and licks his lips. His hands then come around to grip my ass, which he squeezes. This already feels different than what I had before. Better. I’m not a toy to Allarick. Something he could use to take his pleasure while ignoring mine.

I haven’t done this before, so I’m slow to roll my hips, hoping I don’t shatter the lust-induced spell we’re under. Allarick moans, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. It fills me with confidence I desperately needed to roll my hips again.

“So perfect. So damn beautiful,” he grunts, squeezing my ass. I soon feel the absence of his hand, but then his thumb finds my clit, and everything else fades away.

“Allarick,” I moan his name, body tingling all over. Every inch of me is sensitive and needy for touch.Histouch.

I move my hips faster, riding him in earnest. I chasemy pleasure as he continues to rub circles around my clit. Pleasure builds, and underneath me, I feel Allarick tense, breath hitching. “Erin,” he says my name like a warning. Or perhaps it’s permission. He’s close, just as I am.

The muscles in my thighs strain, and my breaths come out in pants. I try to form words, try to warn him, but all that leaves my lips are moans and whimpers. Allarick understands though. I know he does. He moves his thumb faster, and I’m almost frenzied with my own movements, chasing my pleasure.

And then I burst. “Allarick!” His name stays on my tongue as I orgasm, and he follows suit. He moans. Or I moan. I don’t know anymore.

He comes with a roar as he fills me. It’s dirty. Unplanned. But perfect. I’ve never been more thankful for my IUD than I am at this moment.

My arms give out, and I’m falling onto his chest. Allarick wraps me up in his arms, peppering my face in soft kisses, murmuring sweet praises in my ear. If this is a glimpse into what the rest of my life looks like, I can’t wait.

I’m not sure how long we stay like that. Wrapped up in each other and learning every inch of the other’s mouth. It’s forever and a minute rolled up in one.

I’m tempted to stay here the whole day, and, judging from the hardness forming between his legs, Allarick wants the same thing. But this morning, I get the first dose of what it means to be a queen because we get interrupted by a knock on the door.

“My king, I do not mean to interrupt, but I must speak with you.” Delmare’s voice travels through thedoor, an edge to it I haven’t heard before. He’s not one to demand to speak with Allarick first thing in the morning. Unease settles within my stomach.

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