Page 16 of Taken By the Alien Kraken King

“Anything, little one.”

“Fuck me. I want to feel you on top of me.”

“I’ll crush you.”

“You won’t.” I made a come hither motion. “You’re going to place your hips between my legs, and feel my breasts press against your chest. I’m going to wrap my arms around your neck, and my legs around your waist.”

“Then what?” Bourne’s glowing eyes illuminated the room.

“Then,” I whispered, pulling him closer to my core. My arms wrapped around his neck, and I spread my legs as far as they’d go. “Now… now you’re going to shove your cock deep inside me, and fill me. You’re going to ride me, take me hard and coat me with your seed. Then, we’ll take a break, and go for round two.”

Bourne allowed me to pull him over me, careful not to place his full weight on me. His cock teased my pussy, rubbing against my clit and tapping my entrance. He rested his weight on one arm, and used his free hand to rub his cock around, teasing my hole. He rubbed it against my clit with slow, deliberate strokes before sinking into me slowly.

“Faster. Not slow. I want you to take me.”

He withdrew from my body and I wanted to cry at the loss. I shifted my hips, searching. Wanting. Needing. He cupped my face in his palm, and slammed into me without warning.

I grunted a garbled ‘yes, like that’ and he continued. My nails raked down his back, and my words slurred together as he grew impossibly thicker.

A cool tentacle played with my ass, but did not enter, while another tangled in my hair pulling my head back and another filled my mouth. Bourne’s mouth nipped at my shoulders. A zing of pleasure and pain mixed as his thinnest tentacle breached my ass.

Full. I was stuffed full and loved every minute. I grunted, groaned and sucked, showing how I enjoyed the fullness of Bourne. Suddenly, his tentacles left my mouth and ass, and his hands grabbed me under my arms as he shot jets of essence into me.

His body quivered, and he flopped down, cradling me in his arms.

“You amaze me,” he murmured, eyes shutting.

“You’re pretty terrific yourself,” I said.

TheTrenchbastardsdidnot know the depths of my wrath. They’d taken Kendall. My mate. I would raze the oceans until I had her back. The seas would turn red, as I bathed in the blood of my enemies, and relished every second. I would spare no one. There were no innocent Trench creatures.

Guilty. Every last one of them.

They didn’t know it yet, but I was their judge, jury, and executioner. A special fate awaited the one who dared take my mate.

My palm slapped the alarm, bathing the palace in red. If I didn’t rest, no one would.

“Bourne?” Ahtu entered my rooms, his hair tousled from sleep. “Why did you sound the alarm?

“Security cameras. Kendall. They took her!” I buckled my armor around my chest, biceps, and forearms. “Where is the face shield? Fuck. I let my guard down, and now she’s gone.”

“Bourne, slow down. You’re not making sense.”

“No time. Join me. Or don’t. They kidnapped Kendall.”

“Who are they?”

“The Trench creatures.”

Ahtu’s face paled. “Impossible.”

I thrust the portable security screen into his hands. “Watch for yourself. It’s etched in my mind. I have to go to her. Follow me or don’t.”

“Of course I’m coming.”

“Kendall is missing.”

My announcement shook the war room. Ahtu projected her abduction footage on the projection screen. My war commissioners watched in horror as a creature scaled the palace wall, broke into our private quarters and left with my mate slung over its shoulder. Kendall’s still-too human legs kicked at the shelled chest armor, while her balled fists pounded against its back. She writhed and squirmed, trying to escape. Her only semi-success was when her mouth opened and she screamed into its ear.

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