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"I've been trying to get you to do that forever!" His snark just made me laugh again but it was cut off with a groan when his hot mouth wrapped around the tip of my cock. "Mmm." His hum vibrated up my cock length as he continued to swallow it with the excited eagerness of a puppy.
We shouldn't do this.
I shouldn't do this.
The wet, scorching heat from Kenji's mouth sent electric pulses through my cock, contradicting every rational thought. My hips began to rock, tentative at first, then with growing confidence, into that slick cavern, pressing deeper until I felt the tight restriction of his throat giving way. He opened wider for me, a primal offering that made my fangs lengthen in response. His oni fangs scraped delicately along my sensitive skin, each light graze delivering a sharp, exquisite zing of pain that made me harder rather than softer. Not mere discomfort but a promise, a threat that excited the monster lurking beneath my skin.
His powerful hands slid around to grip my ass, fingers splaying possessively across each cheek. Those dangerous claws dug into my flesh, five points of delicious pressure on each side, urging me wordlessly to abandon restraint. The silent demand in that gesture was unmistakable, he wanted all of me, the brutality I normally kept caged.
I'd been fighting to maintain some veneer of civilization, some pathetic illusion of control, but when he clutched me like that, demanding, not asking, something snapped inside me. I couldn't deny what we both craved any longer.
My talons tightened in his hair, wrenching his head up so our eyes could lock. I let the barriers fall, allowing my monster to rise just enough to the surface that he could see the change in my expression. The measured rhythm disappeared as I began to slam into his mouth with pent-up need. Force that would have shattered jawbones and torn tissue in anyone lesser poured into each thrust, but Kenji took it all. The oni remained unshaken against my supernatural strength, his body an immovable anchor as my cock pulsed and thickened down his working throat.
His eyes, liquid fire, met mine, never wavered, gleaming with undisguised pleasure and dark passion as he gazed up. His skilled tongue performed wicked patterns along my underside, that metal piercing flicking against particularly sensitive spots with deliberate precision. Each unexpected touch of cold metal against hot flesh pulled guttural, unwilling grunts from deep in my chest, sounds I hadn't made in decades.
"Kenji!" My balls slapped his chin as my hips became erratic in my thrusts. "I can't make this last."
It had been far too long since the last time I had anything that stimulated my cock besides my own hands. I moved to pull out of his mouth, but Kenji's hands on my ass kept me within his mouth as I released down his throat with a shout.
Kenji swallowed my cum as he still looked up at me. He let his hands fall from their hold on me and my cock left his mouth with a soft pop, still semi-hard. He licked his lips, ran his thumb along his lower lip, and grinned up at me wickedly.
"Yum."
Chapter 19: Elias
I stared at the bed frame that I'd broken with a swing of my tentacles. I'd partially shifted in the room with rage, destroying most of the furnishings.
Rage and horror at myself.
How could I have hurt my mate? I'd looked at her in disgust when I'd felt her magic reveal more of herself to me. I'd recognized the magic as necromancy, or at least what I thought was necromancy magic. I'd looked at her as if she were a true monster. A killer.
None of that was true.
Zoey was kind, cute, intelligent, and quirky. Her curves were tantalizing. She wasn't an evil being like those in the past had been. She wasn't even a necromancer! She was something more.
I needed to apologize to her, Kenji had ripped into my ass when we got to my room. What's worse, he was disappointed in me. That had caused my loss of control.
My kraken hissed at me. He was angry at me for hurting our mate and upsetting the men I was in love with and respected. I groaned softly as I forced him back, taking my human shape to normal. Looking at the disaster that I'd caused to the room, I sighed. I would owe Varon so much for the repairs. I would have to work even more overtime than I was working now.
Well, might as well try to clean up a bit. There would be no way I would be able to sleep after transforming like I did. My mind would not turn off. I'd just started moving the remains of the bedframe when there was a soft knock on my door. It was right on the edge of too quiet, I almost missed it.
There was another knock just as I opened the door.
Zoey stood there looking up at me with her hands pressed together nervously. "Um. Hi?"
Gods, she was adorable and I wanted to smother her in kisses all over her body and eat that pussy until she screamed my name.
Shit. I needed to focus.
I got on my knees and bowed my head to her.
"Elias? What are you doing?" Her squeaked question almost made me laugh, but I stopped so I could give her what she deserved from me.
"I am so sorry, Zoey. I never should have doubted you. It's a prejudice that shouldn't have reared its ugly head." I pulled up slowly to look up at her. "Please forgive me." My kraken wanted to wrap her up in our tentacles and bring her to a safe location in the water, which was not possible considering she couldn't breathe underwater, but he didn't really get that.
"You don't have to apologize. That's what I came here to do." Zoey's lips twitched as she tried not to laugh at the situation we found ourselves in. "Get up, please." Her hands grabbed mine, and I stood, not letting go of her hands. I wanted to hug her, but wasn't sure it would be welcomed.
She answered the question for me before I could even ask, and her arms were around my middle. Her face rested against my chest as I held her back, but I made sure to not hold her so tight as to hurt her. My mate's mark burned, and I knew hers would be flaring as well. I needed to tell her, but after everything she'd had thrown at her within the past twenty-four hours, us being mated could wait a few more days.
