Page 8 of Party With the Kraken
With my free hand, I subtly adjust my cock so it doesn’t poke a hole through my pants and straight toward that lush-looking mouth of hers. Oh, to see her lips wrapped around me, to have her mouth stuffed with one of my tentacles as I feast on her cunt.
I shudder as my tentacles churn under my skin, straining to get to her and drag her into my den so I can start worshipping her right now.
I hope she likes the rock garden I built. No one has ever seen it, but I’d like to show Juniper.No talks of gardens yet, Viggo. Act cool for as long as you can. Worship her with your mind and attention first, then you can think about love, and mating, and building a future together.
Seizing every moment I can learn more about her, while also distracting my brain from every sexual thought I have, I ask Juniper, “Earlier you said something about a shop. What kind of shop do you have?”
Juniper’s eyes light up. “It’s called Treasure Hunters. It’s a store for preloved goods looking for a new home. I like to give items a facelift so they can have another chance at life before selling them at affordable prices.”
Is she for real? Could she get any more perfect for me? If I believed in fated mates then surely she must be mine. I swear the universe has conspired with the ocean gods to bring her to me today.
“Treasure Hunters,” I sigh, the words sounding just as starry-eyed as I feel. “I love that. And I love treasure. I collect all kinds of things from the ocean.”
“I love ocean treasures too! See?” Juniper tilts her head to show me her cowrie earrings, then lifts her bracelets up toward me too. I try not to focus on her cum nails.
Does she know it’s kraken cum? How do I even ask her that? I’ll need to approach that topic carefully before I segue into “Can I pump you full of my cum?”
We chat easily about our favorite shells and the kinds of treasures we like and I become more enraptured with her with every second that passes.
When Starry Hill’s shops come into view, Juniper lets out the sweetest gasp, her hand flying to her chest. My gaze flits between the limestone buildings nestled into the island’s tallest hill and the beautiful creature standing next to me.
“It’s so pretty,” Juniper says, her eyes flicking from building to building, seemingly cataloging each detail. I try to see it through her eyes—the old stone buildings that blend into the hill and their facades covered with colorful vines of flowers.
It’s truly beautiful—it’s home.
“Not as pretty as you,” I say honestly, and hope it doesn’t sound too corny.
“You charmer,” Juniper says and playfully pokes me in the chest, pink staining her cheeks.
I grab on to her finger and press her whole hand to my chest. We both go silent and the moment lengthens, my hearts now hammering away as she studies my face. Her gaze settles on myeyes—most likely wondering about the shape of my pupils—then darts to my mouth.
I wet my lips. “Hi,” I breathe shakily.
Juniper’s tongue darts out to subconsciously copy my move. “Hi.” Her voice is small, expectant.
We remain like that for a couple more seconds, just silently taking each other in. My tentacles beg me to release them, but I hold strong. I’m not willing to shift into my natural form yet in case it scares her.
Very reluctantly, I close my eyes and summon every bit of self-control in my body, taking a deep breath before I open them again. Juniper copies the action but doesn’t move away.
My voice is hoarse and strained when I finally find it. “Lunch?”
“Yeah,” Juniper whispers, her eyes sparkling with something I want to decode.
“And… uhm…” My hand tightens around hers as I search for my courage.
Juniper tilts her head, waiting for me to elaborate. “Yeah?”
“Can I hold your hand?” The words come tumbling out, far from the smooth way I intended for them to be delivered.
Juniper’s lips quirk up and she nods. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I weave our fingers together as we walk toward The Flowering Teapot, one heart in my throat that I don’t fuck things up before I have the chance to make her fall in love with me.
Chapter 5
Juniper
Technically, I know there should be a parade of red flags going on right now. But there’s something so pure, so endearing, about Viggo that I can’t help but lean into this moment, this adventure.
