Page 15 of The Kraken Games

The young kraken stood. He was tall, taller than Marrick, and beautifully built in his human form. He wore blue jeans and a simple white tee that exposed his thick, roped neck, and his well-shaped but not huge biceps. He was more like a dancer than a fighter. He wasn’t as built as Acha, more refined in his lines, and his movements were fluid. If she looked at his torso hard enough, she could just imagine the ripple under his skin where his tentacles would emerge. As Luna took it all in, another part of her beat to a different drum altogether.

She tried to think of how she’d glide through him in a fight, but all she could muster were inappropriate thoughts of her body writhing against his, covered in mud, those wide and sensual full lips sliding over hers, down her body, a thick tentacle slithering between her legs… oh—no-no-no-no!

To her surprise, he extended his hand first to her. “Hi,” he said.

“Hi, I’m… just, er… Marrick’s… friend… whatever.” She giggled like a schoolgirl and wanted to kick herself in her stupid butt.

“You’re Marrick’s girlfriend?” His face was expressionless, only a muscle ticked in the fine line of his jaw.

“Nah, nah,” Luna laughed, feeling heat rising up her neck, “we’re just fuck buddies.”

Oh gods, had she just said that? She could sense Marrick wincing.

Shit.

Kai turned to Marrick now and smiled. Gods, what a smile!

“Pleased to meet you, Marrick.” The two guys, orc and kraken, shook hands heartily while Luna hovered in the background like a crazed shadow.

“Kai is The Chosen this year,” Shen said, looking amused at the odd interaction. He added, “Will you be competing, Marrick?”

Marrick smirked. “You’ll have to wait and see. It’s good to meet you, Kai. And welcome to Motham.”

Kai nodded, then angled his head back to Luna. “I didn’t catch your name,” he said pointedly.

She was tempted to lie, but what was the point? He’d know soon enough when her application went through.

Stepping out from Marrick’s bulk, she said, “Luna,” through tight lips. “Luna Storm.”

She’d taken that surname when she’d first got to Motham. She had no idea what her real surname was, but she remembered watching the storm clouds rolling in from the ocean as a child, the excitement of battening down the hatches. Would never, ever forget the stormy night when the kraken emerged from the deep and murdered her parents.

So Storm it was.

“No doubt we will meet again.” Kai was still staring at her, his stance casual, feet planted wide. To make sure he couldn’t reach for her hand, she stepped sharply backward. Even so, her eyes sank shamefully to his waist, then lower, to the tight wad in his denim pants.

Those who’d fucked kraken reported that their junk was amazing.

“Let’s go order,” she muttered, tugging Marrick almost fiercely by the arm.

“Sure. Nice to meet you, Kai.”

“Maybe see you in the ring,” Kai said to Marrick, but then his gaze slid to hers again and he smiled that devastating smile. Luna wanted to squeeze her thighs together to stop the throb in her clit.

“Goodbye Luna,” he said softly. Hell, even his voice resonated in her pussy.

“See ya.” She turned and literally dragged Marrick into the café.

At the counter Luna ordered, her face scrunched into a scowl.

“You okay?” Harper asked.

“Yeah, just a headache. A serve of shrimp, if you’ve any left, and an extra-large chowder for Marrick.”

“What’s going on with you two?” Harper’s gaze slid to Marrick, who’d squeezed his big body into a corner booth and was scrolling through his phone.

“W-what?”

“You came in arm in arm.”

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