Page 69 of The Monster's Wife

I push through the door, aiming for the showers with purpose. The stalls are open, with slate gray tile framing the walls. The floor is some waterproof material I don’t know the name for. It’s hard like concrete and looks a little like it, but it’s mostly smooth. There used to be cheap white liners that could be pulled to cover the entryway, but they kept getting ripped, so we tossed them ages ago.

Hex leans with his forearm resting against the wall. His head is bowed low as the water beats down on him. He lets out a deeply pained, or maybe satisfied, growl.

His scent is heavy in the air, making me gasp.

I take a step back and realize I’ve meandered closer while studying him. Cool water slides over my feet, heading for the drain. Slick tentacles coil around my back and legs.

“Sorry,” I whisper as I’m unceremoniously lifted and brought to rest against the wall in front of him.

“I needed a minute to myself,” Hex says in a low, growly tone that sends a shiver down my spine. Water beats down on him, but it ricochets against me. He quirks an eyebrow, still leaning against the wall over my head as a tentacle yanks at my towel. “Do you regret interrupting?”

My head shakes. “No, I needed to be sure that you’re okay.”

His forehead is covered in a mass of his wet, dark curls. It rests against mine as his eyes flash the bright aquamarine of his kraken. “Are you sure about that, sweetheart?”

I nod, working an arm out from under the hold of his tentacle so I can run my fingers over his scratchy cheek. He’s got something between thick stubble and a short beard.

“I had never felt sexual desire until I met you.” He frowns. “What a cruel trick to torment me with those feelings I’d never experienced, only to run before we had the chance to act on them.”

“I’m sorry.” My eyes fall shut as I brush my thumb over the smooth skin of his cheek. “We didn’t know each other. I had no idea where your loyalties might lie. I thought you were unhappy to be my mate.”

“Never,” he hisses. That mouth full of razor-sharp, needle-like teeth would scare the hell out of me if it were attached to anyone else. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I scented you.” His fingers slide down my stomach, teasing over my swollen sex.

My eyes widen as he teases each lower lip with a thick digit while his middle finger pushes against my dripping core. I bite my lip, glancing away. He’s a shifter, and his mate is filled with another monster’s cum. Not only that, but he had to watch it happen.

“One day soon, I hope you’ll trust me enough to let me be the one inside you,” he growls, licking my neck as his tentacle around my tits seems to suction just enough to tease my nipples. “Until then, my cock is about to explode if I don’t get some relief.” He moves his forearm from resting on the wall as his other hand continues to caress my slick cunt. He palms my head, tilting me down until I get a good look at his throbbing cock.

There’s an oval-shaped flap of skin surrounding the entire area, which I know is the pocket his shaft can retract into when he’s not aroused. It’s triangular at the top and bottom and a bit darker than the surrounding flesh. Evolution is wild. In human form, he won’t have the cocket, but in full monster form...I have no idea. The only other kraken I’ve been with was only partially shifted, like Hex is now.

I shake away those thoughts as my stomach drops. Guilt isn’t an unfamiliar emotion, but my regrets are piling up, and now isn’t the time to address them.

I can’t change the past.

I can only do my best to fix our future.

His cock is beautiful. It’s more of a light purple than the underside of his tentacles, but his balls are the same dark purply-black, matching the other parts of his coloring.

“Have you fucked a kraken in full monster form?” His teeth scratch over my neck.

“No.”

“It looks different when I’m completely the kraken.” He slides another finger inside me. “Thicker and longer. Then we have the tentacle that comes out of the tip to latch on to your cervix.” He pulls out and slams back inside. “That’s for when I’m working my way around it so I can implant my eggs.”

I groan, shivering against his hold.

“Shh, I’m not asking just yet.”

My hand wraps around his length. He’s smooth and feels mostly like a human, but it’s fleshy and almost soft until I squeeze a little harder. There’s a thick rod or core inside that feels much different from the skin. I jerk and fluid spills out of the tip. It’s clear and shiny andreallyplentiful.

Hex swipes a tentacle over it, bringing it to his mouth. His tongue darts out as he licks it. My pussy tightens around his fingers in response to the hot as fuck imagery.

Hex kisses over my cheek and shoves his tongue in my mouth. My hand isn’t able to circle his impressive girth, so I bring the other down to help. The way his tentacles coil around my body is intense, but he never tightens too much.

It’s strange to feel so cradled and protected with the creature who could literally rip me in two if he wanted.

“You’re trapped by a sea monster. I could do whatever I want to you.” He laughs, and I wonder if the bond ever does spill over. It’s like he’s perfectly echoing my thoughts. “Fine, you could probably stop me if you wanted, but you aren’t.” He smiles against my cheek. “This is all I’ve ever wanted. Your body pressed against mine.”

“I think it might be better with you actually inside me,” I moan as his palm brushes my clit.

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