Page 22 of Stranded with the Kraken
My bedroom.
Ourbedroom, if she’ll decide to stay. Arielle hid in the space that will belong to her, that already belongs to her because I won’t ever bring another woman in there. She’s it for me, and I intend to keep her—beyond tonight.
“What should I do with you when I find you?” I muse as I step into the room.
My gaze darts from one possible hiding space to the next, and I inhale deeply, trying to determine where she’s hiding. I let my supernatural senses take over, and I only need a moment to locate her.
There.
She’s in my walk-in closet, and from the soft click of the hangers, I know she has crawled behind the rows of my suits and shirts. I could have her in my arms in seconds, but I want to build her anticipation further, until she’s so tense and wound up, she can barely contain herself.
“If I were you, I’d hide under the bed,” I narrate.
Making a show of kneeling on the floor to peer into the narrow space, I listen for any indication that she knows I’m playing. Then I push myself to my feet again and walk over to the bathroom.
“Or the bathtub.” My voice echoes slightly in the empty room. “When I find you, Arielle, I’m going to fuck you in this bath. It’s big enough for all my tentacles, did you know?”
A muffled giggle from the closet.
I grin, giving up the pretense. She must know I’ve heard her by now, so I stride toward the closed closet door and yank it open. Arielle tries to hide, but I shove the clothes hangers aside, exposing her. She’s sitting on the floor, her hand pressed over her mouth, her eyes dancing with laughter.
She shrieks when I lean down, haul her to her feet, and throw her over my shoulder.
“Put me down!” She giggles helplessly, hands scrabbling down my back to find a grip. “Jasper!”
I pull the sweatpants down her legs and drop them to the floor. Then I rip the panties off her ass, grasping firm handfuls of her flesh, and carry her to the bathroom. “You shouldn’t have run, Arielle.”
My voice is gravelly and low, and she gasps. She must realize just how affected I am. My fingers clench around her thighs. I inhale the sweet, tantalizing scent of her wet pussy and shudder in relief. She wants this—wants me—as much as I want her.
“Sorry,” she pants. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I’m not upset.”
I set her on the countertop by the sink, and she hisses as her bare ass meets the cool marble. Working quickly, I turn away from her, plug the giant recessed bathtub, and open the tap. I dump in a pound of sea salt, then focus on Arielle again.
“By the time the bath is full, I’ll make you come,” I promise her. “Then I’ll take you in there and fuck you again, do you understand?”
I was only playing with the chase earlier, but finding her hiding from me, so much like prey, has triggered a predatory instinct in me that I can’t quash right now.
“Yes.” Arielle clenches her fists in my t-shirt. “That’s—that sounds good.”
I grin down at her, and she smiles back, breathless and so incredibly beautiful. I twine my fingers into her dark hair and tip her head back to expose her pale neck.
“You couldn’t know this,” I murmur as I kiss and nibble on her skin, “but most monsters enjoy a good chase. It’s part of our evolution. And we’ve always seen humans as prey.”
She opens her legs so I can step between them, then hooks her ankles behind my back. “Maybe I’m the one who caught you. You fell into my trap.” She twines her hands around my neck and pulls me down to kiss me. “Maybe I’m the predator.”
I laugh because she’s so much more fragile than me, but she has a point. I’m caught in her net, a willing victim of her sensuous charm.
With one hand, Arielle reaches between us and tugs at the drawstrings at my waist. I help her push my sweatpants down and free my aching cock. I kick them off, then yank my t-shirt off with one quick pull while Arielle does the same. Her bra and socks follow the rest of our clothes and land in a heap on the floor.
Arielle accepts me back between her legs, closing her thighs around my waist. My human cock nestles perfectly against her hot pussy, the shaft already slick from my precum and her wetness.
“Wait,” I say when she wraps her hand around it and notches it at her opening. “I want to make you—ah!”
My wicked little human puts me right where she wants me, then clenches her legs around me to pull me inside her. The head of my cock slips in, and the moment I feel her heat, there’s no stopping me.
I take over the movements. Arielle holds on to my shoulders. I grip her ass and angle her hips better so I can slide all the way inside. We both groan as I bottom out, my body flush with hers. When I slide out almost all the way, her thighs tighten around my waist, and when I slam back in, she throws her head back with a moan.
