13. Sasha

Chapter 13

Sasha

" K iss me," Kaden urges, and Universe help me, I lean in closer to him at his command.

The glint in his eyes, and the mischievous grin from the power he knows he carries over me make me weak. He runs a hand from my waist over my ribs, his thumb grazing across my stiff nipple over the fabric of my tank top, leaving me breathless. Lust curls up to my gut, holding me prisoner for him.

I push a flat hand to his bare chest, the skin still wet yet on fire, but he reaches for me, grabbing me by the wrist.

"Kaden," I say with as much warning behind my voice as I can manage.

"You don't resist me, little mermaid." His tentacle is gliding up my inner thighs as he steps between my spread legs, me sitting on the sacrificial table, my ass on the edge. My pajama shorts are drenched with the arousal that consumes me.

Shaking my head, even as I spread my legs a bit wider, the hunger I feel for him is becoming unbearable. Of course, my body betrays me, and I tilt my chin up to meet him, my eyes closing. The pulse deep inside me throbs.

His mouth is on mine, his breath racing, his tongue meeting mine. He kisses like a demon, forceful and taking what he craves, never relenting. He isn't letting me go; he said so himself.

And he isn't allowing me to leave him tonight, not until I give him what he desires.

Something I've yearned for since first meeting him, since our first kiss, since he claimed me as his fated mate.

Fireworks burst behind my eyelids as he suckles my tongue, a pleasing groan grazing my throat at the way he cherishes me. I can't escape the anticipation of what he'd be like when we take things further… because I'm not a fool. I feel his erection against my inner thigh, how mouthwateringly hard he is for me. I've never been this wet for any man.

I can't help myself. I know I need to show him he doesn't rule over me, but I've never felt this horny, this intensity, over anyone.

My hands trace up to his neck, pressing closer while his tentacles wind in and out of my shorts and my tank top, tugging at the fabric, pulling them off me. In a heartbeat, his hands fall to my waist, and he lifts me off the table long enough to have my shorts ripped off me and down my legs. My eyes flip open, a starved sound in my throat.

He leans in closer, setting me back down as he licks my lips, then he breaks so his tentacles can wrench my tank top up and over my head.

And there I am, naked, shivering with uncontrollable need, my legs spread, granting him full access.

His stare undoes me. His tongue pushes out, dragging across his lips as his gaze dips down my body.

"This is how I love to see you, how I've dreamed of this moment. It's what my beast has been torturing me for… to make you ours."

"Please, Kaden, give me what I need, then." I swallow the thickness in my throat, barely able to stand the arousal deepening in my gut at how the smallest breeze across my pussy has me shuddering.

He's wearing that smile again as he leans in, his mouth on my neck, whispering, "I never rush a meal."

He covers me in kisses across my collarbone, then lowers himself to my breasts and gently bites down on my nipple, making me cry out. His hand finds my other breast, squeezing it, pinching my tip. He takes the nipple into his mouth, sucking down hard, his breath over my skin. I can tell he's enjoying himself, the grunting sounds of someone struggling to contain himself.

But he has more control than me, taking his time.

An inferno washes over me, my head back, and I'm trembling with need. The urgency to have him touch me is excruciating.

"Lie on your back, my beautiful little mermaid. Let me worship you."

I quiver, every inch of me hyperaware of his fingers tracing the insides of my thighs, of the tips of his tentacles brushing around my ankles, making me an offering to him. I lie back, knowing I've gone too far to stop myself now, but that doesn't mean I won't remind him he's not the only one in charge.

He lifts my legs gently, knees bent, his tentacles holding them up and apart, essentially tying them up.

"Fuck, Sasha." His hand falls between us, fingers tenderly running over heated lips, over the silky arousal, and the sensation is tantalizing.

Moaning, I arch my back off the table while his tentacles hold me open for him. Quickening breaths have me cranking up my neck to find him getting to his knees before me, his gaze fixed on me. He pushes a finger into me, smiling at his action, while the tension thunders through me like a volcanic eruption. I'm so far gone already, so needy.

"Your tight pussy is mine. All of you is mine."

My body trembles as I'm clenching around his pumping finger sliding in and out of me as if he's made for me.

I'm rocking my hips, my clit pulsing at the sensitive skin. His face is so close that I feel his breath as he takes a deep inhale.

"So fucking beautiful. Your slick is dripping. I love seeing you like this, your delicious cunt bared for me."

"Stop teasing me… you know what I need," I say breathlessly, squirming with unrest, with agitation at him taking his time.

He laughs at me, which has me narrowing my gaze. Grabbing my ass, his fingers dig into my flesh, lifting my hips slightly as if he's about to dive into his meal—me.

I gasp for air as his exhale dances across my sensitive folds.

That mouth, the savagery in his eyes

A whimper strokes my throat.

His gaze lifts to mine as he moves in closer, his tongue finding my pussy. He traces me all the way from my entrance up to my clit.

He unleashes the growl of a protective animal, guarding his food, while I moan out loud, the world drifting away from me. I'm falling headfirst, driven mad by his mouth.

Sinking in closer, he holds me, his fingers pulling my cheeks apart as the flat of his tongue teases me, over and over, licking harshly as if he's sampling me. When he pushes it into me, I cry out, my back flat against the stone table. Its coldness barely keeps the blaze inside me at bay.

Then he dives in, devouring me like a beast possessed, fingers burrowing into my flesh, his tongue fucking me. Two tentacles snake up my body and circle my breasts, their tips curling around my hard nipples and squeezing just firmly enough to leave me screaming from the arousal about to ruin me.

Grasping the sides of the table, I shamelessly grind myself against his face as whimpers tumble from my throat.

He plunges his tongue back into me just as one of his fingers pushes into my ass, sinking in deeper.

Nipples tugged and my pussy devoured, I stand no chance as tiny electrical pulses fire through my body. And that heaviness building up deep in my gut busts, crashing through me.

I scream, tilting my head back, body arching, my legs shaking as an orgasm claims me. Any attempt to pull my legs together, to clench them, fails miserably as he holds them apart, refusing to release me. But I'm too busy quivering and coming all over his mouth to fight him.

Crying out, the room around me blinks in stars like I might pass out… that's how incredibly hard I erupted, and it doesn't end but continues as Kaden remains between my legs, lapping me up.

My pussy trembles under the ferocity of his tongue. Then he's sucking my swollen clit, tugging on it, his teeth lightly grazing it. Just when I think I might be floating back down, unstoppable desire rises through me once more.

"Kaden," I call out as part of another scream as my body thrashes.

He releases me, and I collapse, my breaths racing, his tentacles falling away from my breasts.

"No one's ever made me feel that insanely wonderful before," I whisper.

"Then you've been with the wrong men who don't know how to cherish a body like yours." He gets to his feet, his lips, nose, and chin glistening with my slick.

He glances back down at me, grinning that spectacular smile that's put a spell on me.

"You taste of honey and sex, and I'm already starving for more. But I'm hungry for something stronger." He rips his towel off, dropping it on the floor.

Of course, I push myself up on my elbows for a real look, doing what I've craved since seeing him emerge from the water.

My eyes widen at the sight, my pussy quivering at what he's packing. His cock is erect, thick, and damn long, but it's not just the size that intimidates me. It's that he has built-in speed bumps running up both sides of the shaft. He's ribbed, and I'm not sure what to make of them.

He chuckles when I glance up to meet his gaze.

"They're for your pleasure, my little mermaid, for when I stretch your tight little pussy. You're going to be screaming my name, begging for more."

My mouth parts as I stare at that huge cock once more. I must be delusionally drunk on arousal because I grin.

"Then show me, my kraken lover, what your magical cock can do to me."

He chuckles loudly, the sound booming against the stone walls.

"That's my beautiful mermaid." He palms himself, moving in closer to where I'm dripping.

I feel the lust controlling me, craving him.

"You make me so wet I can barely stand it," I admit.

He brushes the tip of his dick against my pussy.

"I plan to never let you go. With your scent in my head, your taste in my mouth, there's no turning back."

That darkness he wears so well returns in his voice, in his obsessive stare.

"Maybe stop talking and show me."

He doesn't waste a second, pressing the head of his cock into me.

I flinch at the strong push into my cunt, at his impatience, at the devious grin spreading his lips.

"So tight… so fucking tight," he growls as his hands grip my thighs, dragging me closer to him.

I quiver as he slides deeper into me, unsure how in the world it's even fitting. Each exhale rasps from my lungs from the overstimulation of those ridges he sports and being stretched to the point of shock. I grip the table with my life.

"You take me so well," he crows. "I'm going to fuck you in front of a mirror one day so you can see how wide I've got you spread."

"Oh, I know," I breathe out. "I'm feeling it."

He gives a final thrust, shoving himself all the way into me, not really taking his time to ease that massive trunk where it belongs. Yet my pussy's shivering with desire, dripping, starved to be fucked ragged.

Powerful hands grasping my hips, Kaden takes no pause, fucking me in and out like a maniac. I thrash on the table, my body shuddering at the friction he ignites with each plunge. He holds me firmly, his gaze glancing down at himself going into me, spreading me.

His growls are music to my ears, the elation on his face doing something to me. To see a man as dominant as Kaden falling under my control does something to my ego. It's empowering, telling me he loves everything he's seeing and feeling.

"Fuck," he snarls, his eyes rolling back as he hammers to me.

I'm rocking back and forth, cries raw in my throat to be fucked to where I'm so full that I feel every inch of him pushing me wider.

He's going at a speed I've never experienced, and I might be floating, darkness dotting the edges of my vision. The energy, the sexual power he radiates, is making it impossible to think straight. My heart's charging in my chest, pounding in my ears, as are his growls and my moans.

Those dark blue eyes of his lock on to mine, and I swear I feel the power he wields running over my body. It's electrifying, overwhelming.

"This is how it's meant to be," he assures me. "You and me as one, fucking, together, forever."

The heaviness of his words and the way he stares at me make me feel both cherished and possessed. His admiration is intoxicating. It's a losing battle inside of me with the desperation to give in, to let him take control.

Then something in his words reminds me of his comment from the other day about intending to breed me. And here he is, going insane, me wriggling, my own lust pushing me to the edge of a second orgasm. I'm tingling all over, and each time he slaps into me, the sound resonating around us, I shiver harder.

Beneath it all, panic starts to swell, and my voice spills past my lips.

"Kaden," I breathe heavily, barely able to get the words out. "Are… tell me you're not thinking of breeding me."

He grins, a predatory smile that makes my stomach flip. He's pounding into me almost quicker, his grip tightening, holding me tighter. The thing is, I feel trapped, yet part of me yearns for more.

"You bastard," I call out, followed by a delicious cry as his fingers rub my clit in small circles. He's unrelenting. The hard part is that I want everything he offers, but the battle inside me is serious.

Breeding… gods, no. This is too fast. I need to have a say in it.

At that moment of being torn between euphoria and freaking out, I remember the weapon I spotted earlier under the sacrificial table. I slowly shimmy closer to the left side of the table. He doesn't seem to notice, and I move just enough for my arm to dip down over the side. My hand pats the air, searching blindly.

His eyes widen, spotting my action. Just as he leans over me, reaching for my arm, snarling, "Gorgeous little mermaid, don't make me chase you," my fingers graze the metal hilt.

I snatch it, wrapping my fingers around it firmly. I whip the blade up and out as he's practically lying on top of me, and I press the length of the knife to his throat.

His eyes enlarge in surprise, a flicker of something dangerous crossing his face.

"Good girl," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "I needed something to tame my beast."

His words leave me partially confused, but I keep the blade pressed to his throat.

"Don't think about breeding me. I'm not ready, and you don't get to decide everything for me."

For a moment, he pauses fucking me and stares down at me. I honestly have no idea how he'll react, but I'm not lowering my blade. Then he releases a slow, measured exhale, his gaze never leaving me.

"You keep the blade to my throat while I fuck you, and I won't fill you with my seed."

I blink, trying to figure him out and if this is some kind of fetish or if he seriously meant what he said about his beast, his kraken side, driving him to breed me.

I nod. "Now, don't you dare stop what you're doing because I'm so close. Gods, Kaden, that cock of yours is the world's gift to women."

He laughs, dark and playful. "My cock is only for one woman… you. And I had no intention of letting you go until I fucked you into loving me."

"Wait, what?"

But he's already thrusting back into me, distracting me, his hands on the table on either side of me, a growl in his chest.

I hold the blade to his throat, but he's not bothered that we're both moving about as he slams into me, as I cry out from having him completely dominating my pussy.

He moves faster now, and it's as if a switch flicks on inside me as the tsunami of explosive orgasms rattles me from the core. It tears through me with lightning speed.

I notice a few red droplets rolling down his chest, dripping onto me from the knife. I barely have time to register that as the euphoria wreaks havoc on me, and I'm screaming my pleasure.

Lowering the blade to the table beside me, not trusting myself to not slice his throat in my excitement, he suddenly pulls off me.

In a swift movement, he draws out of me and flops that massive cock, soaked in my juices on my stomach. Instantly, the warmth pours over my stomach, spraying over my breasts and my neck. Some of it reaches my face.

He roars like a damn lion, seeming rather proud of himself, pumping his cock with his hand to get it all out. White ribbons of cum spew out, coming fast and hard.

It's warm against my skin, his manly scent intoxicating. I can't stop myself from licking the two drops that hit the corner of my mouth, tasting his salty, masculine elixir. Delicious.

Still buzzing from my own climax, I'm taken by the elation on his face, where there's no anger, no domination, just the most beautiful man I've ever seen floating on a high, still consuming both of us.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. Tonight has taken me to places I never expected. As I lie sprawled on the sacrificial table, covered in kraken cum, I can't help but let out a dry, sarcastic laugh.

"Well, I guess this table's finally getting some use."