Page 80 of Nora's Kraken

Elias, it would seem, doesn’t particularly care either as he growls his approval and continues making a meal of me. His hands join his mouth, and when he sinks two long fingers into me, I bow up off the desk and clap a hand over my mouth to stifle my moan.

“None of that,” Elias says, nipping at my thigh. “Let me hear you.”

“Everyone… outside… won’t they hear?” I pant, still grinding and bucking against his hand and face.

“Sound-proofed doors and walls for privacy. No one can hear you here but me, little siren. All those sounds you make are just for me.”

Lowering my hand, I do nothing this time to stifle my moan when he drops his mouth to my clit and catches it between his tormenting lips. He works me relentlessly, making his own noises of satisfied pleasure as he brings me higher and higher toward my peak.

Just as I’m about to come, though, he stops. He ignores my garbled, desperate protest as he pulls away and stands in front of me, looking down at where I’m still sprawled across his desk.

“Please,” I moan. “I need—”

“I know what you need, little siren. And you’re going to get it, but it’s going to be on my cock.”

There’s an edge to his voice, something that has me propping myself up on a shaky arm and reaching for his belt buckle. He’s still so fucking hot with his shirt and tie all rumpled up and his sleeves pushed back to show the thick, corded muscles in his forearms, but there’s something dangerous about him right now, too. Something sharp and dark and a little unsteady as I dip my hand inside his pants and draw his cock out.

Elias groans when I wrap my hand around his length and stroke him, hard. Just the way he likes it. Or, at least the way he likes it when he’s shifted, but from the open-mouthed expression of pleasure on his face when I do it again, it would seem those preferences carry over into this form as well.

Apparently teased enough, he reaches down, draws my hand away, and gives his pants a rough shove down to his knees. He grazes the tip of his cock against my clit, and everything in me lights up. I cry out and press closer to him, silently begging.

Elias chuckles and repeats the motion, still with that edge to him. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes,” I say between gritted teeth.

“Tell me, little siren. Tell me what you want me to do.”

Oh, it’s going to be like that, is it?

Before he can stop me or pull back, I lunge for him, grabbing at his hair, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist, and kissing him hard. When I sink my teeth into the pad of his bottom lip, he snarls into my mouth.

“I want you to fuck me,” I rasp out in a voice I hardly recognize. “I want—”

I lose the words on a scream, but Elias throttles it with his lips as he sinks into me fully with one powerful thrust.

Fuck, he’s good like this. I’ll always appreciate the tentacles, but having him like this is incredible, too.

Elias gives me no mercy, slamming into me, letting me feel all of him. I cling to the soft fabric of his shirt, pant and cry out with each thrust. He dips his head down to my neck, running lips and teeth along my sensitive, over-heated skin.

“You’re going to come for me, Nora. And when you go back to work this afternoon, you’re going to feel me here all day. All night, too, when you go back to your apartment.”

The words, spoken in a harsh whisper against the hollow of my throat, have something cracked and broken in them that cuts through the sensual haze I’m lost in.

Elias keeps moving in me, dragging his teeth over my skin, and breathing hard as he grinds his hips against mine at just the right angle to make me breathless. When I finally pry my eyes open, though, his expression is tight, almost pained, as he meets my gaze and pins me in place with that deep, fathomless blue.

“You take just as much space as you need, little siren, but know that I’m right here whenever you want me.”

To emphasize his point, he picks up his pace, driving me out of my damn mind until it’s all I can do to cling to him and chase after the release he’s holding just out of reach.

“Yes,” I tell him, barely able to speak but wanting to say something, anything, to soothe the note of pain in his voice. “Yes. And I’m here, too.”

He groans into my neck and shifts our angle slightly so my hips tilt up. When he brings his thumb to my clit and starts stroking me in firm, commanding circles, all that pleasure builds to a breaking point. I shatter for him, and revel in the hard pulse of his body as he comes apart inside of me.

We stay like that for a minute, and then two—panting, shaking a little, clinging to each other—until we finally recover the capability for speech.

Elias presses his lips against my damp forehead. “Nothing’s changed, Nora. The way I feel for you. The things I want for us. None of it’s changed.”

“I know,” I whisper, leaning into his touch. “Nothing’s changed for me, either.”

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