Page 42 of Kept By the Kraken

“We’re finished here.” I let my eyes flash with my Beast for the briefest moment. “You threw what you had with her away. I won’t make that mistake. Penelope is mine to care for, and if you return, it will be the last thing you do.”

It’s a warning and Daniel knows it, his body going rigid. He looks confused for a moment, lost in a horrible memory, then he’s stumbling off the porch.

I cross the yard behind him, hovering near my ax where it’s lodged in a stump near the wood pile. I don’t plan to use it, but it’s effective all the same. Daniel runs to his car, eyes wide with fear as he backs away.

Penelope’s small hand touches my back and I pull her against my side.

“Do you think he remembers?” she asks.

“Enough to be afraid but not remember. He won’t return.”

She clings to me, and I hold her tightly, letting the feel of her in my arms lessen the urge to go after him and make sure he can’t haunt her again.

“Either way, when this project is finished, I want to start living and exploring. Let’s build a life far away.”

“Wildcat, this life is ours. We can make it whatever we want.”

“Good.” She goes to her tippy-toes, brushing a kiss against my cheek.

I pick her up and claim her mouth, walking through the yard and back into the house. The kiss is hot, all panting breath and clumsy, desperate mouths. I pin her to the wall, flushed and trembling. Clothes hit the floor in hurried movements. Hands and mouths find skin, kissing and sucking.

When I stroke her center, she’s wet for me. Back and forth, my fingers rub her pussy until she’s squirming and bucking. My tongue fucks into her mouth, then I fill her, sinking in two deep to the knuckle. She gushes around me, sucking me tight with her greedy pussy as I swallow her moans.

“I love how eager you are for me, Wildcat. So fucking sexy the way you show me how turned on you get.” My cock twitches and my tentacles sprout along my chin, eager to taste and tease her.

“It feels so good.” She squeezes her breasts together, plucking at her nipples.

For a moment, I watch her play with her tits, mesmerized. They’re more than a handful, spilling from her grasp. The sway of her movements highlights the blush rising on her skin and I can’t help but bury myself in them, sucking and nipping at her stiff nipples. My feelers join in, binding her breasts tightly for me to tease and suck. Everything about her body makes me wantto worship her, bury my cock and tentacles inside her until I’m swallowed by her soft curves and the two of us are one.

Penelope gets restless, turning into my Wildcat and grinding down on my fingers. I groan, sliding back into her slowly and pushing her harder against the wall with my hips. My cock is leaking pre-cum, hard and aching for her, but I don’t want to stop the sight of her bound breasts in my tentacles while she rides my fingers, mouth open in ecstasy. It’s the picture of eroticism, so fucking sexy and full of life. This beautiful, wanton woman is mine, and I don’t know that I’ll ever tire of watching her come alive for me.

My voice is low, barely hanging on when I say, “Be a good girl and come all over my hand. Let me use it to slick my cock.”

She opens her eyes, and I hold her gaze. Inside those violet eyes is everything. Penelope’s pussy clamps around me the moment my feelers suck her clit, but her eyes never leave mine. Her climax explodes in the bond between us. We both moan into it, my forehead falling to hers when the last of her tremors subsides.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you let go for me. Such a sexy mate.” I breathe near her ear, my hand easing away from her pussy and digging into her fleshy ass.

“Take me,” she pleads.

I pull myself out and slick my shaft with her release. The head of my cock notches into her soaking pussy, and I angle my hips, filling her in one deep glide. She gasps, and I swallow the sound, kneading the flesh of her ass and pumping my cock into her tight channel. I’m desperate for her, swimming in the scent of her arousal and the feel of her softness all around me. Giving into my need, I let rut take over. I fuck her in fast strokes, more Beast than man.

“Yes,” she cries. “Harder.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders, her mouth sucks along my neck, and her pussy squeezes my shaft. A tentacle wraps around her throat and her mouth opens, letting loose a keening, needy noise that goes straight to my dick.

I pick up the pace, holding her to me while I take her in deep, fast strokes until I’m grinding my knot against her entrance. My cock erupts, ropes of cum filling her pussy and causing her to gush around me. Her sweet pussy squeezes out every last drop, making my cum spill down her thighs. I scoop it up and nudge it back in before thrusting one last time to lock her on my knot. She spasms around me, sending little bolts of pleasure to my spine.

“Fuck,” she whines, her legs trembling and her arms clinging to me.

“For the rest of our lives,” I assure her, giving a solid swat to her ass.

She yelps, but her pussy twitches.

“You’re mine.” My perfectly naughty little mate loves being reminded who her body belongs to, and I love reminding her.

I take a moment to catch my breath before taking her to the couch by the fire. My body feels relaxed, and I bask in the hazy cloud of bliss created by having her scent around me and her weight in my arms.

We stay locked together until dusk gives way to night. I finish dinner while she works on her research, then we eat by the fire. Penelope reads to me until we get lost in the story, falling into bed hours later with whispered words and slow kisses.

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