Page 48 of Bind Me

Grinding my jaw, I’m torturing myself.

Her expression belongs to a serial killer, yet her body sways, leaning into me. So sweet, loving me playing with her little pussy.

When I finish, I release her and she stumbles from me, then tosses water at me in anger.

“Don’t ever do that again. I can take care of myself.”

“Not promising that because now you’ve got me looking out for you as well,” I reply, smirking as she storms out of the water. My gaze lowers instantly to that curvy ass that’s calling for my touch, for my cock, each cheek wiggling with the fast steps she takes.

“For all I know, I’ll wake up in the morning tied up on that sacrificial table. That’s what it’s for, right?”

Her tenacity is admirable. “The table belonged to my grandfather, as did the whole mansion. He built it, I was told.”

“So, I’m not wrong, then, hey?” Daggers fly at me from her gaze. “Sacrificing is in the family line.”

I chuckle at her anger; she’s so damn adorable. “I can’t speak for my grandfather because, for all I know, he did use it for that. Me, I haven’t found the need… yet.”

She heads for the doorway.

“Going already?” I call out sarcastically.

She twists toward me, and I admire her full-frontal nudity. She’s absolutely spectacular, dripping in water. I especially love that small patch of hair between her thighs, a darker shade of her aquamarine hair.

“Yeah, I’ve had my fill of possessive crazy for one night,” she declares.

I hold her stare, admiring her strength to stand up to me. And I can’t exactly deny her accusations when they’re plain as day true.

“Good night, Sasha,” I say, then turn from her, already feeling my beast pushing out of me. The transformation comes effortlessly, as easily as changing clothes, my body growing, extending. Knowing that my intention isn’t to remain in my cave in my kraken form, I dive into the water, the cave open, as is the enormous underwater passage carved out from the stone, large enough for a kraken to swim through.

It’s liberating, fucking freeing to unleash him, to swim unrestricted. I enter the fjord with black water, the moonlight somewhere overhead, but as I propel myself ahead, my thoughts remain on Sasha.

It seems there’s something in the coming times to look forward to. My kraken is obsessed with her, and maybe, just maybe, I can see a future where she’s by my side, taming the beast within me.

My thoughts remain locked on my mermaid, her taste on my tongue, her scent fogging my head, and yet, I swore I felt something different about her, something I can’t quite pinpoint. It’s an energy deep inside her that I haven’t sensed before, something primal, definitely not what I’ve picked up with any mermaid I’ve fucked.

Maybe it’s our fated-mate connection bringing forward this undercurrent of power she carries just below the surface. My curiosity heightens. Whatever’s going on with her, it’s something I’ll keep an eye on, determined to understand why she feels so different.

The cold fjord waters ripple around me, my massive tentacles sliding through its darkness. Gliding through the depths, I let the current carry me when a surge of images suddenly crashes into my mind, dragging me away from the present. The fjord fades fast, replaced by a vision that feels too real.

I’m standing on the edge of a natural hot spring located in a valley surrounded by rocky, snow-tippled mountains that rise imposingly into the sky. Steam curls up from the blue lagoon, creating a mist that hangs in the air.

My focus is drawn to my grandfather and a red-haired woman in the water. She’s splashing playfully, her gold-and-green tail calling out to my grandfather, her voice singsong and filled with laughter.

“Water’s so hot it’s beautiful,” she says, her piercing green eyes gleaming with joy.

Recognition strikes me instantly.

Is it her?

The mermaid painted down in the cave beneath the mansion, near the stone table? The sacrificial table, as Sasha called it. A table that is used by some sea creatures in the waters I lived with in Tartarus as a birthing altar. Some also call it a celebration altar for when fated mates mark their first mating… something I was fully aware of when I fucked my little mermaid on there. It’s all ritual, nothing with magic, but I’m not above inserting some customs into my life.

With my attention back on my grandfather, he appears slightly older but unmistakably himself. He strips in seconds and joins her in the water. The hot springs ripple around him, seemingly aware of his power as a kraken. He reaches the mermaid in moments, drawing her into his arms. Her beauty is striking but doesn’t come close to comparing to Sasha’s.

“I’m so happy you brought us here,” she chirps.

He spins her away from him by her shoulders so her back is flush against his chest, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. His chin rests on her shoulder as he steals a small kiss that leaves her giggling.

“I needed to get away,” he admits, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it. “Business has been demanding as we keep growing it.”

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