Page 40 of Kiss for My Kraken
She couldn’t quite bring herself to say the word and his eyes lit with tender amusement.
“Are you asking about my cock, little minnow?”
She nodded as the heat rushed to her cheeks.
“I don’t have one in the human sense. Here.” He guided her hand to a long thick ridge centered beneath his tentacles. “This sheath contains my mating arm.”
“Mating arm?” she whispered, gently exploring the swollen length. He groaned, and then the ridge opened and a long flat shaft emerged, as wide as her spread fingers. “That… that’s not possible.”
He gave a choked laugh and she watched in amazement as he furled it into a long cylinder. It still looked ridiculously large but she could at least imagine it entering her. She touched it cautiously and found the surface smooth and velvety. She felt it pulse against her fingers and without thinking, closed her hand around it.
“Careful,” he growled. “I don’t have complete control when I’m like this.”
“I want you inside me, Sam,” she said, her touch growing firmer.
He growled again, a low rumbling sound, and his mating arm pushed into her hand. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
With the same patience he’d shown the previous night, he worked her body with his tentacles until she was trembling and begging, and then he filled her completely, his mating armstretching her to an impossible degree. The sensation threatened to overwhelm her—she felt impossibly full, his thick length stretching her open as she shook with pleasure. Then her ability to think deserted her, washed away by a tidal wave of ecstasy as he began to move.
They were still entwined, her body limp with pleasure, when a wet nose nudged insistently at her shoulder. She pulled away with a startled laugh as Ozzie, evidently feeling neglected, pushed his way between them.
“Ozzie!” she scolded without heat. “Timing, buddy.”
Sam chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest as he reached to scratch behind the dog’s ears. “He’s protective of you.”
“No, he’s hungry.”
Sam nodded, though his tentacles remained curled around her, seemingly reluctant to let her go. “His food is in the cabinet above the sink.”
She leaned forward to kiss him briefly, then reluctantly began to disentangle herself from his embrace. “As much as I’d love to stay here all day, I have to go to work.”
He released her with obvious reluctance, his tentacles sliding away from her body with a final, gentle caress. She shivered at the sensation, already missing his touch as she slipped from the bed. A brief search of the cabin revealed her discarded clothing, still damp from the night before. She pulled her panties and jeans back on but left her bra off, pulling the t-shirt over her head. She looked in the mirror as she did, and smiled at the imprint of Sam’s suckers covering her body.
Ozzie was already at the door, looking back at her expectantly.
“All right, all right,” she told him, crossing to let him out. “Go do your business, but don’t wander too far.”
The dog bounded out into the morning sunshine, disappearing into the underbrush with a happy bark. She followed him out onto the porch, admiring the view. Tall trees filtered the morning light, casting dappled shadows across the mossy ground. The river surrounded them, glittering in the sun, the gentle sound of flowing water creating a constant, soothing backdrop. Birds called from the trees, and somewhere nearby, she heard the splash of a fish jumping.
“It’s paradise,” she said softly as Sam joined her on the porch.
He had assumed his land form and pulled on loose pants, but his powerful torso remained on full display.
“You don’t regret it?” he asked, standing close beside her. “Coming here. Being with me.”
“Regret is the last thing I feel. I feel…” She searched for words adequate to express the fullness in her heart. “I feel like I’ve found something I didn’t even know I was looking for. Something rare and precious and perfect.”
His expression softened. “That’s exactly how I feel about you.”
They stood together in comfortable silence, watching Ozzie explore the island. The dog seemed completely at ease, sniffing excitedly at new scents and occasionally looking back to ensure they were still there.
“He likes it here,” she said quietly.
“He’s welcome anytime. As are you. This island can be your sanctuary too.”
She smiled and leaned against him, savoring his solid strength. “Thank you.”
