Page 31 of Hooking Captain Teeth

Schools of fish flee for cover from the oncoming storm, but luckily, none are larger than my fist. Sand kicks up to the west. I haven’t a moment to enjoy my new life with Teeth before his brow scrunches with concern.

“Theirfirst night under a new captain, and it’s a hurricane,” he murmurs.

“Will Bettina be okay?” My heart jumps into my throat.

“Chub will tie her to a mast if he doesn’t lock her below deck with Catty. That little troll is protective to a fault.”

“I doubt my sister will hide below deck.”

“No,” he replies. “She refused to when we took that Spanish prize, which was scarier than a hurricane. A hurricane resembles the wind and rain we battle every week until it sweeps you overboard or tears your hull to bits.”

“We can swim alongside the boat and catch anyone who flies overboard. I’ve done that before,” I whisper. He stops petting my belly to roll toward me. Recognition flares in his eyes. “Yes, Teeth, I’ve saved you, Chub, Eze, Greenhorn, and most of the nutmegs who fly off your boat.”

“If I didn’t love you before, I’d be smitten now. Thank you for saving my family.”

“I’m sorry to take you away from them.”

“Oh, Sabs, I chose this life. I chose you,” he says, squeezing me closer.

“Why? I could have followed the boat or met you at agreed-upon island taverns on the full moons.” I rub slow circles over his heart.

He’s the same Teeth, but different at the sametime. His chest hair is gone. The hair on his head has thicker strands that shine like spun gold. His namesake teeth are jagged points instead of blunt, human teeth. Despite the newly ferocious smile, his cocky, lop-sided grin is exactly the same.

“Sabs, love, I’d bet my front teeth that you’d never step foot in a tavern again. If me hearty crew was too much, a room of drunken strangers would scare you to death.”

“You noticed? I tried my best to hold it together.” My cheeks burn like the fires of hell. I bet they are as red as my tentacles.

“Chub noticed—” Teeth pauses to chuckle when I groan and cover my face “—but he notices everything. That’s why I left the ship in Bettina’s care. He will notice her strengths and weaknesses and train her to work around them. She will be easier to teach than me.”

“Maybe it was difficult for you because you were in the wrong skin.”

“What do you mean?” His confused expression is too handsome for words. I kiss it from his features before I can stop myself.

“You took to using gills and tentacles within minutes. I assumed I would have to teachyou like a newborn hatchling.”

“Hatchling?”

“Yes,” I say as my fiery blush creeps down my neck and into his duster. My nipples harden against the rough lace and smooth leather. The contrasting sensations against them are maddening. “I lay eggs in this form, and Teeth, I want lots and lots of eggs.”

16

Teeth

“Now, there’s a lesson! How do I quiff with a cock trapped in my bilge?”

Her laughter echoes in the empty sea. The tone is muffled, deeper, and somehow sweeter than she sounds on land. Her carefree attitude is worth the loss of my life as a pirate. I hope I never see the haunted look in her eyes, hinting that she’s nothing more than a hollow shell of herself, again. My vibrant Sabrina is restored. The best part is I have a new landscape to learn—where I’m one of the few sentient species.

No moreDumb Teethhiding behind bravado.

“Stop clawing at your belly,” Sabrina says, gliding on top of me. She holds my wrists against my pelvic bone, and I’ll be damned if a pocket opens below my naval. “Your charms hide in your abdomen, pirate.”

“There’s a subject where I don’t need help. Everypirate finds his cock on his maiden voyage at least once,” I quip to earn her giggle.

I’m captivated by her exotic beauty. Her wild hair floats around her head as the current moves like a wind that blows just for her. Sparkling, sea-green eyes narrow with desire. Her plump lips open slightly to taste the water around us. I wear the same expression as I intoxicate myself with her arousal permeating the water. It flows through my lips, nostrils, and gills to focus every organ in my new body on breeding her. Everywhere her slender fingers touch me burns.

My new instincts cloud my human thoughts. I don’t care how we will conceive, birth, or parent hatchlings—only the need to give them to her rippling beneath my skin matters. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her when her eyes flutter closed, and I lose the connection. She’s a gorgeous monster leaning toward my tender underbelly. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as my mind spins with images of Sabs biting through my intestines, kissing her way between my tentacles, or…

Avast ye! Her tiny tongue swirling around the pocket in my pelvis pulls a groan from the deepest parts of me. She teases the creases with her fingertips while that tongue flicks, licks, and penetrates me. Pressure builds. Fire races up my spine. A sensation akin to spilling overwhelms my nerves as my cockextrudes through the pocket. Twice the girth and a few extra inches in length make my Kraken cock a monster befitting my lady.

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