Chapter 15

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

KRIS

The second we got into my truck, Levi threw off his borrowed jacket. My eyes immediately fell to his tattoos—that I now knew were so much more than that—and farther to the distracting bulge behind his zipper. My mouth watered. This time I wanted to taste him.

And so, so much more.

Like it was a magnet drawn to iron, Levi’s hand found its way to my thigh, his fingers tracing along the inner seam of my jeans as his hand stroked up and down my leg in a hypnotic rhythm that was making it difficult to focus on the road.

I wanted to touch Levi, to tease him like he was teasing me, but snow was still falling in a heavy curtain, and I didn’t want to chance taking a hand off the steering wheel, even if my fingers were itching to do it.

“You’re driving me crazy.”

“Who? Me?”

Levi’s smirk was evident in his voice, but I took my eyes off the road for a split second to see it for myself. He was just so goddamn gorgeous. His hazel eyes crinkled at the corners and were full of molten amber heat.

“Yes, you. Obviously.”

“No. If I wanted to drive you crazy, I’d do something like this.” His fingers danced over my zipper before his palm rubbed over my cock.

My answering moan echoed in the cab of the truck.

I could see Levi’s shop as I turned onto Main Street, and as we approached, Levi picked up the pace palming my dick through the denim of my jeans until I was ready to stop the car in the middle of the street and maul him.

“You’re a menace.”

“I’ve been called worse.”

I slid into a spot at the curb right in front of his shop and killed the engine. He was out in a flash, racing to the door and shoving his key into the lock while I tried to get my brain to think about literally anything other than what was about to happen.

Levi was a kraken.

With tentacles.

That I wanted to feel wrapped around me.

Inside me.

A shudder rolled through my body, and my dick jumped.

“Are you coming?” Levi was smirking again while he held the door open, waiting for me to remind my legs how to move.

Pulling myself out of my fantasies, since I was about to get the real thing, I followed Levi upstairs to his apartment. Every step reminded me of being there after Thanksgiving, and my heart hammered against my ribs in anticipation of what was to come.

The second we were through the door and it had slammed shut behind us, we were on each other, lips and bodies colliding in a fierce kiss.

Since his big reveal, there was something different in Levi’s kisses. He was no longer holding back. He kissed me like he was trying to consume me, and I had to admit the fact that he’d chosen me, that he’d trusted me with his secret, made my head spin, my heart swoop, and my dick throb.

Our lips met over and over as our tongues tangled. The need we both felt fueled every movement. My hands wandered over Levi’s body as he shoved my coat to the floor and wrapped his arms around my back, his hands finding my ass and pulling me flush to his body until our cocks rubbed together through our pants. I was still hard after all Levi’s teasing in my truck on the way here, and the friction felt too good.

I knew when I felt an insistent tugging in my hair that at least one of Levi’s tentacles had come out to play, but it wasn’t enough for me. This time, I wanted to see everything, and since Levi was no longer hiding, I could have exactly what I wanted, so I pulled back so I could see him.

He’d turned on the light this time, and I took him in from head to toe. Both of the tentacles that usually rested against his arms were writhing in the air between us, and as I watched, one traced over my flannel, snaking through the gap between buttons to rub over my chest. Without thinking, I reached out a hand and stroked over the purple-blue flesh, relishing Levi’s answering shudder.

But it still wasn’t enough. I wanted to see everything.

Following the tentacle all the way to Levi’s chest, I let my fingers skate over his torso and down to the waistband of his pants. My hands slid under his T-shirt, pushing the material up to expose his chest.

“Take this off.”

Levi took half a step back and whipped the shirt off over his head, tossing it behind him. “Better?”

“Not even close.” I grabbed the waistband of his pants and pulled him closer to me, our mouths crashing together again. I couldn’t get enough of the feel of his lips on mine. I popped the button on his pants, then traced my hands over his torso, noting every change in the texture of his skin.

One of his tentacles slid under my shirt to stroke over my bare skin, and I lost myself in the sensation of soft textured flesh exploring my chest. Until one of his tentacles found my nipple, the sucker working against it like a tiny mouth. Pleasure spiraled out from my core at the feeling of having Levi’s lips against mine while his tentacles—because a second had joined the party—played with my nipples until I knew my cock was leaking.

It was too much and not even close to enough.

“Fuck, Levi. I need to feel you.” Panting, I pulled away and undid just enough of the buttons on my flannel to be able to tug it off over my head. My undershirt followed until we were both bare-chested in Levi’s living room.

I kicked off my boots, toed off my socks, and popped the button on my pants. Levi did the same, both of us suddenly in a rush.

“Bedroom?” He held out his hand, and I took it. His tentacle slid down his forearm and wrapped around our joined hands, and I shivered as he led me down a short hall.

Levi flicked on a lamp on the bedside table, then turned and shoved me back onto his bed. His tentacles snaked up my chest, making me squirm a little not because it didn’t feel good but because it tickled, until they once again found my nipples. I pushed up on my elbows and looked down at the undulating blue and purple flesh as the suckers pulsed over my skin. My head fell back as the suckers found a rhythm that made my dick throb to the same beat, and it took me a second to realize Levi had pulled my pants off.

Warm heat moved down my torso, and I opened my eyes to see Levi kissing down my chest while his tentacles continued to torture my nipples in the best way. More of his tentacles were on my body, wrapped around my arms and running through my hair. One smoothed over my beard, coming dangerously close to my mouth, and on impulse, I leaned up enough to draw the tip into my mouth, my tongue sliding over the suckers on the underside.

“Fuck.” Levi’s moan went straight to my balls as more of his tentacle pushed into my mouth. His skin tasted like the sea with the slightest sweet undertone that I thought might be unique to Levi.

I worked my tongue over the tentacle like I would work Levi’s cock. I had no clue if it was the right move or not, but his wrecked moans every time I traced the tip of my tongue around one of the suckers told me I was on the right track.

The tentacle was tapered, and the part in my mouth wasn’t as thick as a cock, but where a cock generally stayed still except for the occasional pulse and twitch, Levi’s tentacle moved, trying to get my tongue exactly where it would feel the best, and I did my best to oblige.

Levi continued tracing a path down my chest with his hot mouth, and my hips shot off the bed when his lips closed over the head of my cock. One of his tentacles wrapped around the base, and the texture of the suckers moving around my shaft made me scream, the tentacle I’d been sucking falling from my lips.

“Fuck, Levi. Holy shit.” I was already on the edge, about to tip over, and it had been less than sixty seconds.

The tentacle unwound a little, and Levi pulled off my tip with a loud pop, wearing a sexy-as-fuck smirk.

“I totally called it.” He rested his chin on my thigh as his smirk morphed into a shit-eating grin.

“Called. What?” I forced the words out around gasping breaths because while the pressure Levi’s tentacle was putting on my shaft had let up, the suckers were working the length like a hundred tiny mouths hell-bent on making me come in two point two seconds.

“You, Kristopher Kringle, are a tentacle slut.” Like he was proving his point, his tentacle coiled tighter, the suction from each sucker intensifying, and a whimper of pleasure shimmied up my throat.

“Fuck, that’s so good.”

“Ah, baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

His mouth closed over the head of my cock again, his tentacle squeezed, and I didn’t even care that I was moaning and pushing my hips up, trying to get more, to make him take me deeper.

But I should have known better. I was completely at Levi’s mercy. One of his tentacles had twisted itself around my wrists and was holding them in place over my head. Two other tentacles were wrapped around my thighs, holding my legs open as Levi worked my dick with his mouth.

Levi flicked the spot under the head of my cock that made me see stars. At the same time, I felt something slippery circle my hole.

“Oh, god. Is that… Are you… Fuck.”

The tip of another of Levi’s tentacles slid inside me, and my body couldn’t decide if it wanted to chase Levi’s mouth or the new fullness in my ass. Ultimately, Levi decided for me, the tentacles holding me tightening until I had to lie still and take everything he gave me.

Nonsense words fell from my lips, and I felt Levi smile around my cock before he pulled off again. I felt him move and opened my eyes. I had no idea when I’d closed them, but as I looked down at myself, wrapped up in Levi’s tentacles, I almost came. I’d never seen anything so fucking hot.

The gorgeous kraken watched my face as he slid his tentacle deeper into my ass until the tip fluttered against my prostate, and my cock jumped, a pearl of precum beading at the tip and sliding down the head.

“Mm, that’s mine.” Levi bent and licked it away as his tentacle slid out and then back in, making sure I felt every ridge on the way.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God. Levi!”

He laughed and pressed kisses to my hip bones as his tentacle fucked in and out of me, going deeper and deeper until my rim was stretched wide, and I could feel whatever magical lube Levi was using dripping from my body. A tentacle was still wrapped around my cock, but instead of staying coiled around the base, it was sliding over my shaft, more magic lube slicking away any friction. I’d lost track of the two tentacles rubbing over my nipples, but they banded tighter around my chest, mixing pleasure with the tiniest hint of pain. Levi’s body was working over every single one of my erogenous zones, and I felt like I was on fire, burning alive from the inside out.

And what a fucking amazing way to go.

It was too much, and I was at the edge again, trying to hold back because I really didn’t want to come without Levi’s cock buried inside me.

“Levi. Oh, shit. I’m close. Fuck.”

He pulled his mouth away, and all at once, his tentacles released. The sudden change from too much sensation to nothing made my head spin.

“You think you’re ready for me, baby?”

“God, yes. Please.”

He pressed one more kiss to my hip bone and stood. The tentacles around my legs lifted them, and two previously uninvolved tentacles wriggled under my body to wrap around me and slide me toward the edge of the bed until my ass was almost hanging off.

“Lube?” Even though I knew he didn’t need it, I still asked because some small part of my brain wanted to hear him say what I’d already deduced.

One of his tentacles pushed a pillow under my hips, and another slid one under my head so I could lie back but still see what was going on. Levi stood between my legs, his cock on display.

His glistening, purple-blue cock.

I’d felt his length against mine before, so I knew he was big, but as I stared at him, I couldn’t help but realize that he must have been holding back. His dick was huge, and I wondered if taking his tentacle had stretched me out enough for the main event.

“Some kraken tentacles are self-lubing. You might have noticed.” He winked, and my heart turned over in my chest, loving this kind of cocky version of Levi.

I swallowed hard and nodded as Levi positioned himself against my rim and slowly started to push in.

Inch by inch, he filled me until I swore I could feel him all the way up in my chest. I’d never felt so full, and it was heady and addictive in the best way. My head was thrown back, almost hanging off the pillow he’d stuffed under me, and he gave me a minute to adjust waiting until I started to shift, looking for more.

“God, fuck me, Levi. Please.”

As he started to thrust, his tentacles came back into play, teasing my nipples and loosely sliding over my cock. He was still holding me more or less immobile, and I loved it. Most of the time, I was the one in the more dominant role during sex, and being held open and worshiped like this was a rush unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

Levi was totally right. I was a slut for him and his tentacles.

“You’re so damn tight.” His words made my eyes fly open, and our gazes connected. For a second, I couldn’t breathe. Levi’s eyes were glowing gold, and not in the fucked-out sex way, but like literally glowing as in backlit, as in if it were completely dark, I’d be able to see them.

“Your eyes! Levi, your eyes are glowing!”

His hips stuttered, but something about the knowledge that his eyes were glowing like pieces of prehistoric amber under light made him feral. His hips moved faster, and his tentacles squeezed me tighter until all I could feel was him. From what I could see of myself, I looked good wrapped up in him. The deep bluish purple of his tentacles stood out against the paleness of my skin. I looked like some otherworldly captive tied up and ready to be used by my captor, and I fucking loved it. Until that night, I had no idea I had a bondage kink, but if I was being tied up in tentacles, it was a yes for me.

A very enthusiastic yes.

Especially when one of Levi’s self-lubing tentacles started tracing my rim where I was stretched around Levi’s cock.

“Oh, fuck, fuck. Fuck!” My orgasm came out of nowhere, and my cum landed all over Levi’s chest and the tentacle that had been working my cock. The contrast of the pearly white cum on the indigo of the tentacle made my cock twitch. I had no idea how hot that would be.

Levi’s hands held my hips as he pistoned into me at a punishing pace, his eyes glowing brighter and brighter with every thrust, until he let out a growl that shook the walls and emptied himself inside me, his fingers no doubt leaving bruises where they’d dug deep into my skin.

“Holy shit. That was… Fuck.” He lowered himself on the bed beside me. The grip his tentacles had on me changed from holding me in place to holding me close and stroking over my body as we came down from the epic high.

Well, all except one tentacle that had found its way to my abused hole and started to slide inside.

“Levi!”

“Sorry.” He closed his eyes, and the tentacle stilled, barely breaching me. “If it’s too much, I won’t, but… I like the idea of keeping my cum inside you.”

Why was that so hot?

Oh, right, because we’d fucked once, and I never wanted to have sex again unless tentacles were involved.

“Fuck. Do it.”

Levi sighed, but the tentacle didn’t need to be told twice and once it was all the way inside so I felt full but not stretched, it relaxed, just hanging out and keeping Levi’s cum deep inside me.

Which made me think something absolutely bananas.

“Uh, Levi?”

“Hmm?” His eyes fluttered open, and they were back to their normal amber-flecked hazel again, the glow gone.

“I realize this is totally off the wall and probably something we should have discussed before you fucked my brain straight out of my head, but you can’t, like, knock me up, can you?”

His answering snort unknotted some of the tension that had started to coil in my chest.

“I’m a kraken, Kris, not an alien.”

“You’re sure?”

He held a hand to his heart. “I promise. Kraken reproduction isn’t even really all that sexual.” He thought about that for a moment. “I mean, it can be, but mostly, it’s reproduction via magic.”

My fingers itched for a pen and paper again, and I prayed my fucked-out brain would remember at least some of what Levi told me so I could write it down later. “Explain.”

“This gets a little weird.”

“I just had tentacle sex with a kraken. I think I’m good with out-there shit.”

“Fine, but remember you asked for it.”

“I will.”

He took a big breath. “So there are cells inside my body that hold magic. I can feel them, and if I focus, I can isolate them, but since I’m pretty young in kraken years and not really at a reproductive age, it’s not easy. At any rate, if or when I’m ready to spawn, I just need to join some of my magic cells with another magic source, and voila, baby kraken.”

“What kind of other magic source?”

“Well, when a mommy kraken and a daddy kraken love each other very much?—”

I slapped his chest. Kind of. I was still draped in tentacles, so it was more like a flick of my wrist that barely connected with Levi’s pec. “Be serious.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking me if we could have babies?”

Heat rose in my cheeks because I hadn’t been thinking that, but now I was. “No…”

He shook his head and kissed my forehead. “As far as I know, humans don’t have enough magic for kraken-level reproduction. I’d need to either join my cells with another kraken’s cells or with the ley line orb itself.”

“Ley line orb?”

“I didn’t tell you about this?”

“Uh, no. I’d remember you talking about a magic orb.”

He sighed again and explained that the ley line orb indicated the health of the town’s magic and that the one in Lifeboat wasn’t behaving the way it should.

“So what are you going to do about it?”

Levi’s eyes narrowed. “Why does everyone keep asking me that?”

“Because you’re supposed to be the one leading and protecting the town, right?”

He nodded.

“Then we need a plan.”

“We?”

I shimmied closer to him and pressed my lips to his. “Yes, Levi. In case you haven’t figured it out, we’re in this together.”

His eyes twinkled, the glow from earlier flickering in the hazel depths, and his tentacle twitched inside me before he tugged me on top of him, and his tentacles started moving over me again.

“Round two first, then we can create a plan.”

A tentacle wrapped around my cock while the one still buried in my ass pressed against my prostate, and I let out a breathy, “Deal.”