Page 23 of Stranded with the Kraken
Our kisses turn sloppy and rushed as we pick up the pace. This is a rough fuck, a way to take the edge off, an entree to what I want to do with her. We have all the time in the world, with nowhere to go over the snowy holidays, and I intend to explore every inch of Arielle’s beautiful body.
She comes first, her body tensing around mine, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. The hot, slick walls of her pussy clamp down on my cock, and I shout out, my rhythm stuttering. I push my cock into her to the hilt, and then I’m coming, too, coating her pretty pussy with my cum.
Arielle’s breath is hot on my chest. She clings to me, shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and I never want to let her go.
“Thank you,” she whispers against my sweaty skin.
I lean away from her to see her face and brush back the hair that’s sticking to her forehead. “I’m sure I should be thanking you for this orgasm. I only wanted to go down on you, not fuck you on my bathroom counter.”
But she shakes her head, her brown eyes radiant. “No, I meant for catching me. For finding me.”
I know it’s too soon for either of us to voice our feelings, but I have an inkling of what Arielle is thinking from her open expression. I let myself relax so she can see the same reflected on my face.
I kiss her deeply, showing her with kisses what I can’t say with words yet. “I’ll always catch you.”
CHAPTER11
ARIELLE
We spend a long time in that bathtub. Jasper fucks me with his tentacles, then finally lets me sit on his kraken cock so we both explode in bliss, then lie in the hot water while Jasper is still lodged inside me. I love how he takes care of me afterward, soothing any aches, bringing me down slowly from my overstimulated state.
He wraps me in soft towels and combs my hair. I fight tears that spring into my eyes at the tenderness. We make our way down to the kitchen for a late lunch and just manage to cook some pasta with sauce when the electricity winks out, the room plunged into gloomy darkness despite the early hour.
Jasper assures me we have enough water and food to last us a week, then unearths some candles and sets them up in the living room. We eat on the couch, sharing that woolen blanket, and watch movies on his laptop until the battery runs out.
When that happens, I remember to text my friend, Morgan, with an update and find that she’s read my previous message and replied with a thumbs-up. I can’t wait for her to meet Jasper soon, because I know she’ll like him. She’ll probably have a hundred questions for him, too.
I doze off next to Jasper and wake up on his chest, listening to the steady drumbeat of his heart as he naps under me. It’s the perfect Christmas Eve, and for the first time since I accepted his Bone-R request, I allow myself to hope that this could be real. That it could last.
Since it’s completely dark outside, Jasper puts more wood on the fire in the living room, and we decide to make our little nest for the night right here, instead of in the bedroom, which we have no way of heating. I challenge Jasper to a game of cards, which somehow turns into a strip poker match. He loses so quickly that I suspect he might be throwing it on purpose, but since the end result is another round of mind-blowing sex, I don’t complain. For dinner, we clear out the fridge of all the perishables and set out a massive charcuterie board—and I learn that kraken need a lot more food than humans to feed their transformations and magic. After we stuff our faces completely, Jasper unplugs the fridge and carries the entire thing to the freezing back porch, maneuvering it carefully through the glass door, so the rest of the food doesn’t spoil. He repeats the process with the freezer chest from the pantry, and by the time he drops it in the snow, I’m staring at him in shock.
“What?” he asks, stomping the snow off his boots.
I shake my head. “I guess I didn’t know until this moment how strong you are.”
He shuffles in place as if he’s embarrassed by it. “Uh, yeah. I did tell you about the ship-sinking thing?”
I step up to him. “It’s hot. You’re hot. Please use some of that strength to toss me around like a sack of grains.”
His eyes glint golden, and he does just that, holding me in his arms and fucking me without letting my feet touch the floor. By the time he’s done with me, I’m a boneless, tired mess, so he takes me to the kitchen for a drink of water.
That’s when I remember that I should have taken my pill this morning. Stumbling over to the living room, I locate my purse and squeeze the small pill from its packet. Then I return to the kitchen with it on my palm, staring down at it.
Jasper freezes when he sees me holding it out like that. I look from the pill to him and back, indecision swirling in my gut. It’s way too soon to stop taking them, I know that rationally, but a little voice in my head pipes up, gushing about how great Jasper is and how beautiful our babies would be.
I close my eyes and squeeze the pill in my fist, trying to stomp down on those thoughts. Not yet, I tell myself. Not yet.
Jasper’s warm arms close around me, and he draws me into his chest until I lean my cheek on his sweater and let myself relax.
“You don’t have to decide today,” he says. “We have so much time, Arielle, and I don’t want you to rush into this.”
I clear my suddenly tight throat. “Yeah, but you said you were in heat?”
“That’ll last a while,” he assures me. “And if it breaks, it doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you and make you pregnant outside of it, I’ll just be less crazed when I do it.”
I hug him. “I like you crazed.”
He laughs at that. “Good to know. But despite what I said about our relationship being so evolved already, I want you to be sure about this.” He brushes back my hair. “I’m all in with the kids, you have to know that, so whenever you want to stop taking these, I’ll celebrate with you. But we can wait for a while. Enjoy each other. Learn to be a couple first before we add a baby to our family.”
