Page 33 of Something Real with the Sea Monster
A moment later she stops rubbing her clit. She reaches back with one hand and grabs my wrist. Her grip is tight. Her nails dig in and ratchet up my pleasure about ten times. It’s like she’s holding onto me as her anchor, as if she’s also feeling something so big it’s going to sweep her away.
I slam into her five more times. Each time it seems as if another layer of pressure builds. My belly is tight. My whole body is screaming for release.
Tegan lets out a long wail. “Oh fuck yes.”
Then once again I feel the waves of pleasure take her over. It seizes up her body and arches her back. It squeezes her tight around me, and I grunt as the contractions massage my cock. A gush of moisture also flows from her, drenching my thighs, triggering my shift. Absolutely nothing I can do about it. My body slides into its other form, and I have only a moment towhisper, “Tegan, please don’t panic. I promise I would never hurt you.”
Then my legs split, forming into eight tentacles. Each one has a mind of its own—literally—and each wants a taste of our fated mate.
That first moment as my suckers connect with her sweet skin, her sweat, her juices, and her flavor explodes through me, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from sliding them everywhere, penetrating her every orifice, having all of her. Then sensation takes me over and my hips jerk forward and I’m plunging deep as my orgasm drains me dry of thought and control.
When I’m conscious of all my separate limbs again, I become aware that I’m still buried deep, bent over her, holding her close. Tegan is trembling in my arms.
Fuck. I’ve scared her. I gently let her go. “Shhh. It’s OK. I just shifted. You’re OK.”
I try to pull away, but she clutches at me. “Come back! Hold me! Oh my god, Jack. I might not be able to stand for a while. Just hold me.”
I flick my ear fins, thinking I must have misheard, but she doesn’t sound scared or disgusted. “I-it might take a while for me to shift back,” I tell her tentatively.
She grabs my hand and drags my arm around her like a blanket, then collapses onto the sofa with me curled around her. “You think I care about that? Jack, you’ve been inside me. Don’t get shy now. I know what you are.”
I relax a fraction, which means my tentacles go right back to roaming, slipping up her calves and thighs, curling around curves and plucking gently at sensitive places.
Tegan sighs. “Oh it’s like having a harem of lovers. Why does no one ever talk about the fact that krakens give the best cuddles?”
Laughter rises in my chest and I allow myself to pull her closer, slipping my arm beneath her head as a pillow. “I never thought about it like that. I guess the tentacles do come in handy.”
As I say this one snakes up her leg, reaching for her pussy, for another taste of that heaven. I have very little control over them when I’m feeling like this.
“Mmm.” Tegan’s voice is sleepy, and I don’t blame her. I could drift like this, inhaling the scent of our sex and her hair. With her warm body nestled against mine. “I’m going to have to factor that in next time. We might need a whole series of lessons to explore that potential.”
Impossibly, my cock twitches against her ass. Next time! There might be a next time.
Of course there’ll be a next time. I’ll make sure of it.
I force down my excitement and concentrate on enjoying the moment.
One step at a time. Or several Olympic-sized leaps anyway. I never thought this morning that by tonight I’d have my fated mate in my arms, seemingly at home with my shifted form, having come around my cock not once but twice.
If that sort of miracle can happen in one day, then imagine what I could achieve in several dates. Suddenly a world of possibilities I thought were closed to me seem wide open.
I let out a contented sigh and let my eyes drift shut just for a moment.
SIXTEEN
Jack
“So what do you reckon?” I hand Luke the steaming mug of coffee and nod my head toward the balcony of room one as I take a sip from mine.
“Yeah we could definitely do it. Have you had anyone in to give you a quote for installation?”
“Yeah, Tegan had two companies in earlier this week. It’ll be a few thousand.”
He nods. “Well I can shore up the supports here.” He pats the post holding up the balcony closest to us. “The wood’s in good condition, and with a little reinforcement it could definitely support some extra weight.”
Despite my excitement for the project, I stifle a yawn.
Luke gives me a disbelieving look. “You tired? It’s not even nine in the morning.”
