Page 33 of Hooking Captain Teeth

I laugh because the horror on his face always gives me the giggles.

“It regenerates—”

“You could collect them and stuff them—”

“Don’t even think about it,” I reply, dropping my forehead onto him as I continue to laugh. “The seawater decomposes them faster than you can grow another one.”

“Blimey, my cock as fish food isn’t an image I ever want to see in real life.”

His candid confession pulls even richer laughter from the depths of my soul. This is the emotional piece our relationship never had on land. The joy, banter, and stolen moments of friends as well as lovers. It’s hotter than themagical things he does with his fingers.

“Stop teasing me, Sabs,” he says with a jarring seriousness. “How do I give you the eggs you want?”

“The more you seed my womb, the more eggs will mature into hatchlings. I’ll lay them in less than a moon cycle…and then we get to start the process all over again.”

“We don’t raise them? How are you so close to Bettina if you don’t grow up in families?” I love how his face is twisted with questions and not judgment.

“Parents abandon the egg clutch to the will of the sea. Bettina and I were in the same egg clutch,” I answer. “We’re close because we raised one another. When we visit the Atlantic Ocean in the winter, you will meet who I think is my father. His red hair, green eyes, and red tentacles are identical to Bettina’s and mine. Does the lack of parenting bother you?”

“My father abandoned us. My mother did her best but…sold her sons to merchants as cabin boys. We went into the sweet trade on different boats to escape the brutality ofdecent men. My mother also sold my sister, Melanie, to a brothel. Little Melanieworkedherself to death before the age of sixteen. Blimey, I’d rather my children raise themselves than mess them up like my parents did me.” His frown seems to pull down his whole being instead of just the corners of his mouth.

“You don’t seem messed up to me,” I say to soothe him.

“Because I found the correct skin for this world,” he says with a bittersweet smile that hides his teeth. “Nothing more complicated than animals fighting to survive and procreate— Wait, you turn human every full moon—”

“Not anymore,” I interrupt with my hand over his mouth. “Our hatchlings may if their soulbond is tethered to land, but those bonds are none of our business.”

“All the conception but none of the responsibility?”

“It’s not all bad being a Kraken,” I whisper as I slide up his body. He bows his head to capture my mouth. I open immediately to accept his claim over me. The heaviness of our conversation has done nothing to cool my libido. If anything, he stroked the flames higher with his honest questions and revealed secrets.

“Nothing with you could be bad,” he says against my lips.

I bring our tangled tentacles into a ball beneath us. My tentacle tip teases the beak between his. I suck in seawater to rinse my slit and blow it over his engorged cock. Oh, the noiseshe makes twist my insides into a needy mess.

“Please,” I whine when his tentacle teases my beaked entrance in return.

“I’ll quiff you every way possible. Nothing is off-limits,” he says between labored breaths. His gills contract and release under my fingertips like little mouths. “Teach me to love you, Sabrina.”

He steals the words from my mouth with a gruff penetration of his tentacle into my beak. It wiggles, withdraws, and punches inside of me with brutal strokes. I return the favor as our tentacles form a writhing coil. Their momentum lifts us from the rock and sits us upright. Suspended in the current, we sway and drift with the building seas.

But who cares when he rolls my nipples with the decadent tugs I love?

“Like this?” He asks with his tip notched at my slit’s entrance.

“Just like on the beach,” I whine between cries. With infinite tenderness, he slides into my waiting siphon slit. We lock together as only destined mates can—bound together body to body, heart to heart, and soul to soul with loving ties.

His tentacle wedges itself higher than I have dared to stick anything up that orifice. I’m skewered on him like a marionette on her master’s stick. I wail as it curves in wicked strokes toward my inner walls as if seeking dark pleasure points.

He shoves a second tentacle in my mouth.

My eyes roll back in bliss as I suck him into my throat. As long as he doesn’t try to quiff my gills, I can breathe…

I may die from pleasure anyway.

Our bodies rub and writhe as we work ourselves into a frenzy. I’m climaxing and over-stimulated within minutes, while my experienced husband works my body to wring every last drop of excitement from me. His growls turn to grunts as his smooth thrusts lose their rhythm. Each jerk sprays my slit with seed.

My womb opens and closes like a beached fish’s mouth to gulp his gift. The rolling of dormant eggs in my abdomen shifts my orgasms to a deeper location in my body, giving my poor pleasure button on my slit’s opening a rest. A heaviness settles inside me as each egg receives Teeth’s love. The sensation combined with Teeth’s torture of my nipples blends my orgasms into a never-ending plea for more.

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