Page 68 of Nora's Kraken

My thighs shake from the impossible, building waves of pleasure and Elias tightens his hold on me, spreading me even wider as his tentacle dives deep and retreats.

His shifted cock bumps up against my inner thigh, and a small pulse of uncertainty moves through me. I have no idea how I’m going to take all that. Long, thick, and already weeping from the tip, my core tightens just looking at it.

Elias seems to read my hesitation, because he leans in to whisper low and dark into my ear.

“I’ll make sure you’re ready for me, little siren.”

Inside of me, the tentacle he’s impaled me on shifts and twists, growing thicker somehow, like it’s curling in and doubling over on itself. The stretch of it boarders on too much, makes me squirm and moan and press back against him, but I’m not about to ask him to stop. When I tangle my hands into his hair and pull his head forward to claim his mouth, he growls and presses even deeper, fitting himself against the spot he drove me wild with last time.

His tentacle shifts again, and I feel the pressure of one of his suckers latching onto me. There, rightthere, hitting that sensitive spot inside and ripping another scream from me as my climax crests and breaks. He works me through every spasm, drawing the pleasure out until I’m half-certain I’m going to pass out from it.

I don’t, but it’s pretty damn close as he eases out of me, hugs me tightly to him, and kisses every bit of bare skin he can reach.

“Have you had enough for tonight?” he murmurs against my shoulder.

“No. Not nearly enough.”

“Little siren,” he whispers. “You don’t have to—”

“Iwantto.” To emphasize my point, I rub my ass against him where he’s still hard and ready for me. “Unless you don’t want—”

My words cut off at his sharp growl and his lips crashing into mine. He’s ravenous as he strokes his tongue deep, hand on my throat, keeping me pinned in place. And when he notches his cock against my entrance, the clawing need to have him inside steals my breath.

Elias breaks the kiss and looks down over my shoulder. Expression rapt, he watches himself nudge against me once, twice, before sliding the blunted tip inside.

Just that—just the smallest part of him—is already enough to make me feel stretched and full. Elias’s shuddering breath breaks against my shoulder as he drives his hips forward another inch, then another, until I’m meeting him thrust for gentle thrust, groaning at the impossible feel of him sliding deeper.

“Easy, my treasure,” he says. “Let me take my time with you.”

I hear him, and I want to agree, but with each inch gained I’m getting more impatient. Letting out a small moan of protest, I shift my hips, straining to take more of him, and his answering growl rumbles all the way through me.

“Greedy. So greedy, my Nora. Shall I be merciful and give you what you want?”

“Please,” I gasp. “Please, Elias, I—”

I don’t get to finish begging.

With a powerful upward thrust, he fills me up entirely and wrenches a ragged scream from the back of my throat. He’s there, bottomed out, sunk to the hilt in me. I’m stretched so full that for a few long moments all I can do is drop my head back against his shoulder and close my eyes, trying to adjust to the feel of him.

“Beautiful siren,” he murmurs, rolling his hips in a way that makes another moan rasp from my throat. “Look at you taking me so well, my mate.”

I know Elias is mindless at this point, too far gone into the magick being woven between us to think about what he’s saying. And I know I should be more off-put by him using that word, but I can’t seem to make myself care.

No, when I look down and see myself stretched around him, feel the insistent pulse of him inside of me and the light press of his teeth against my neck, there’s no part of me that shies away from that word.

My mate.

Elias drops a hand to rub slow circles around my clit as he eases gently in and out of me. It’s not enough, not nearly enough. Reaching up and back to wrap an arm around his neck for leverage, I grind into his thrusts and move restlessly against him, begging for more. More pleasure. More touch. More of the wild, incredible feel of him.

I must moan at least some of it out loud, because Elias growls low in his throat. “You need more from me, little siren?”

“Yes!Please.”

When he pulls out of me, I cry out sharply in protest. It’s only a couple of seconds, though, before he’s got me turned around and pushed up against the smooth, tiled edge of the pool, one of his thick tentacles banded around my body to keep me supported as he slams back into me. The rest of those tentacles embrace me, too, sliding over my skin, caressing me, toying with my nipples and my clit.

Elias is… everywhere. In me, around me, enveloping me completely until the outside world might have disappeared. The entire universe has narrowed down to the feel of his cock filling me up, his tentacles teasing and massaging and keeping me bound to him, the beating of both our hearts, the rasp of our breath, and the splash of the water around us.

Through it all, my kraken keeps me anchored, even when another orgasm builds from the very center of me outwards. It’s more intense than before, heavier, deeper, burning me up from the inside out until it breaks with a ferocity that blanks my vision out for a few long, ecstatic moments.

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