Page 10 of Party With the Kraken
Viggo’s expression softens and he clasps my hand in his, his thumb stroking gently over the back of my hand. “I’m a kraken.”
My lips stretch into a wide grin. “That’s so cool! You know what? I bought kraken ink recently. I even put the ink on my nails,” I say, wiggling my fingers at him.
Viggo rubs a finger across the bioluminescent ink. “I know.”
“You do?”Did he really notice it already? How could he tell it wasn’t just normal black nail polish with some fancy sparkles?
Viggo dips his head to meet my eyes, and states calmly, and perhaps proudly, “You boughtmyink.”
My eyes widen, brows shooting up into my hairline. “Yours?”
He nods, voice rough as he asks, “Do you know how a kraken’s ink is harvested?”
I don’t have to think about my answer, having done enough research on the kinds of ethical harvesting of kraken ink versus normal cephalopod ink. “There are two kinds of ink for krakens. The normal black ink and the…” I suck in a breath, my whole body freezing as I realize…
“The?” Viggo prompts, looking smug as hell.
“Are you going to make me say it?” I whisper, embarrassment creeping into my tone.
Viggo shakes his head slowly, clearly enjoying this revelation. “I won’t make you say anything. But tell me, Juniper, how do you feel knowing your nails are painted with my cum?”
I look around the restaurant, trying to see if anyone is listening in. “It’s really yours?” I ask once I’m sure no one is paying us any attention.
Viggo takes my hand and brings it to his face. He inhales deeply then presses his lips to my knuckles. “Yes. I can smell myself on you and it’s absolutely delicious. Our scents combined, the way the ink looks against your skin… I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”
“Yeah?” That’s a pretty nice compliment and my pussy agrees. She went from being stressed for a second to very curious and very needy.
Viggo shudders as if he’s battling himself. “Yeah.”
Realizing he might be more comfortable by the water, and very eager to see his natural form, I flutter my lashes and ask sweetly, “Want to show me all the things that your tentacles can do?”
Chapter 6
Viggo
Ituck my cock into the waistband of my pants and carry the tray with all our food back up to the counter. Trying not to look as desperate as I feel, I ask Maisie, “Can we get this to go, please? I think we’d rather have a picnic outside.”She’ll believe that, right?
Maisie’s brows jump up and down and she gives me a sly grin. “Sure. It’s always best to eat after you fuck, otherwise you might get a stomachache. Indigestion is never sexy. Let me box this up for you.”
My cheeks flame at that sentence and I mumble an awkward, “Thank you.”
Were we being that obvious?Maisie’s human so she shouldn’t have been able to pick up on too much. But these thoughts arenot a priority for me. Juniper is. And she’s curious about my tentacles. I can’t wait to show her all the delicious ways she can enjoy them.
I bounce on my feet as I wait for Maisie to pack up our food and drinks.
Handing over a wicker basket, Maisie says brightly, “I added a picnic blanket for you too, just in case you really do need it. Don’t want nature getting in the way of fun.”
I choke out another, “Thank you,” then take the basket with all our goodies and head straight for the front door where beautiful Juniper waits for me.
“Let’s get out of here,” I say to her then thread our fingers together like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Can I wait long enough to make it back to the house? Or can I spread the blanket somewhere and splay her across it while I eat her pussy to my heart’s content? Or what if I get her naked and cover her in my cum and then she’s too shy to meet everyone at the party later?
We’re both quiet on our way to Kraken Cove, the air thick with anticipation, our feet hurrying more and more along the cobbled path as our desperation climbs. My palms grow sweaty and my chest starts to heave, desire for this gorgeous creature making my head dizzy.
I need to time this perfectly. I need to court her. I can’t just fuck her straight away. Juniper needs to love me. Maybe I can’t accomplish all of that today, but I’ll try my best to convince her it’s more than just a one-off thing.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” I say through gritted teeth, fighting against my natural form swirling under the surface, begging to be set free from the confines of my human appearance.
