Page 77 of The Kraken's Queen

By the time Atina makes her way toward us, she’s outof breath. “Are you both okay?” she asks, inspecting our bodies for injuries.

“I should be the one asking. You are the two who did the brunt of the work. I didn’t do much.”

“You did plenty.” I’m surprised by the intensity of her voice and the hard set of her jaw. “Without your music, neither Allarick nor I would have had the clarity of mind to shut the gate. We wouldn’t be standing here right now because the Leviathan would have destroyed us and been let loose in the ocean.”

“Which would have given a huge advantage to the Nephilim,” Allarick says gently. “And all of our people would be dead. Your role in this was pivotal.”

The intensity of their stares makes me shift uncomfortably, but I can’t hide the smile on my face. I did something good. I helped protect my new home, and I get to keep the new family I’ve made here.

I throw my arms around both Allarick and Atina, squeezing them tightly. Allarick laughs and returns the hug, while Atina awkwardly pats my back, but accepts the group hug—at least for a total of ten seconds before she pushes us away.

“Well, this has been quite fun. But if someone doesn’t get me to the shore soon, I’m going to become everyone’s problem.” She glares, and I can see just how ready she is to leave.

“We can take her to the surface, right? Our people are up there, and we can tell them the good news. That we’ll be able to go home.” I squeeze Allarick’s arm, eager to see excitement and relief on the merpeople’s faces.

“So, what I’m hearing is that it’s time for a celebration?And no celebration is complete without copious amounts of alcohol.” Nori grins.

“After today’s events, I’m going to drink the bar dry,” Atina murmurs.

Nori tries to reach for Atina again, and this time, she slaps his tail with her own. While they are distracted, Allarick pulls me to his chest, rubbing his tentacle up and down my back. “We shall have our own celebration as soon as our people are safely home.”

“Oh yeah?” I grin. “Does this celebration involve clothes or no clothes?”

“Definitely no clothes.”

“My favorite type of celebration,” I hum.

I’m not sure if I’ll ever get used to Allarick kissing me, or ever lose the butterflies that fill my stomach each time our lips meet. I hope I don’t. To be truly loved is the sweetest thing in the world, something I would fight hundreds of Leviathan for. I’ve spent too long in the dark, thinking my happy ending would never come. But now that it’s here, I plan on holding it tightly and never letting go.

“Let’s go home, sweet girl,” Allarick says when we finally break apart.

Home. Our home.

Pulling Atina between us, hooking her arm through mine, we begin our ascent to the surface. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be.

And that’s a damn good feeling.

Chapter 45

Erin

ERIN

The glass feels cool against my body as Allarick presses me against the window. My nipples pebble at the cold sensation, and I let out a breathy moan. Not for the first time, I’m thankful for the fact that we can see out, but no one can see in.

Because they would be seeinga lot.

Allarick presses his body against me. His hard cock pushes against my ass, allowing me to feel every glorious inch of my husband. One of his tentacles is wrapped around my neck, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp in need. Another tentacle is deep inside of me, moving at an agonizingly slow pace. The sucker is positioned just right to tease my clit.

It’s torture that has been going on for hours.

I can’t feel my legs anymore, and my body is spent, but Allarick wants to coax out every last orgasm I canmuster. Has anyone ever died from an orgasm overdose? Because I think I’m going to be the first one.

This has been my life every day since we closed the gate on the Leviathan’s prison a week ago, thus saving Tetria. Allarick promised to show me his gratitude, and I naively thought that meant flowers and a nice dinner, but clearly he had other things in mind.

I’ll admit, his idea is much better. He did manage to retrieve my harp, which I’m thankful for.

“Look at our kingdom, my queen,” he purrs in a low, seductive voice. I have a hard time focusing on anything other than the giant kraken tentacle buried in my pussy.

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