Chapter 4

Chapter

Four

JAY

I break the kiss, but I can’t bring myself to let her go. My tentacles stay wrapped around Zora, holding her close, savoring the feel of her curves against me. Her scent is intoxicating, a mix of her jasmine and omega musk mixed with the heady smell of her arousal. It’s driving me wild.

I watch her face, seeing the conflict in her big brown eyes. Part of me - the rational, human part - knows I should back off. Give her space. But the kraken in me, the alpha, won’t let go. Can’t let go.

“Alpha,” she breathes, and the word sends a surge of triumph through me.

A growl of satisfaction rumbles through my chest. “Good little omega,” I growl, feeling her shiver at the praise. My tentacles tighten reflexively, suckers pulsing against her skin.

She’s so light, so delicate in my hold, I could break her. The thought makes me even more possessive.

I carry her to the bed, laying her down gently. She looks up at me, eyes wide, pupils dilated. Her scent hits me like a tidal wave. It’s so strong I can almost taste it on my tongue.

“Jay,” she whispers, reaching for me. Her voice is husky, trembling with need. “I… we shouldn’t…”

I silence her with another kiss, softer this time, but no less intense. It’s deep and wet. Like I’m fucking her with my tongue. “Shh,” I murmur against her lips, tasting the sweetness of her breath. “Let me take care of you, mate.”

My tentacles get to work, sliding under her uniform. The moment they touch her soft, bare skin, it’s like electricity coursing through me. She’s so lush, so warm. I can feel her pulse racing through my suckers, each one a sensitive receptor sending waves of information to my brain. Her skin is like silk, but I can feel the goosebumps rising from my touch.

I use my hands to unbutton her blouse, revealing more of that deep brown skin I’m already addicted to. The contrast of my bronze hands against her darker tone is mesmerizing.

“So fucking beautiful,” I breathe, trailing kisses down her neck. I inhale deeply at her pulse point, where her scent is strongest. The pheromones here are intoxicating, making my head spin. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

She arches into me, a soft moan escaping her abused lips. I watch in fascination as her body responds to my touch. Her nipples harden under my gaze, visible through the thin fabric of her lacy bra.

“Show me,” she begs. Those chocolate irises, nearly swallowed by her dilated pupils, showing me how much she craves me.

Oh, my little omega’s got fire.

I grin, letting my sharp teeth show. “With pleasure.”

I take my time undressing her, savoring each new patch of skin revealed. My tentacles and hands work in tandem, stroking, caressing, learning every dip and curve of her luscious body. I use my suckers to taste her, groaning at the delicious flavor. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced - sweet and strong, with an underlying touch that screams ‘mate’ to every part of me.

“You taste like heaven,” I tell her, watching her squirm. “I could feast on you for fucking days.”

As I explore her amazing body, I’m hyper-aware of her every reaction. The way her breath hitches when I brush a sensitive spot. The flutter of her eyelashes when sensations overwhelm her. The tiny whimpers she tries to hold back.

She explores my chest, my arms, my back. Her delicate fingers tracing the swirling patterns of my tattoos. I feel them shift and move under her touch, responding to her. When she tentatively touches one of my tentacles, I hiss in pleasure. The feeling is intense, like every cell is firing.

“Sensitive?” she asks.

In answer, I wrap that tentacle around her wrist, using a sucker to stimulate the sensitive skin there. She gasps, eyes rolling back. I watch in fascination as her pulse jumps under my touch, feeling it echo through my tentacle.

“Very,” I growl. “You’re driving me fucking wild, baby.”

I use my tentacles to pleasure her in ways no human could. Playing her body like an instrument, finding every spot that makes her gasp and moan. Each sound she makes, each shiver and twitch, is catalogued and treasured. I’m learning her, mapping her pleasure, determined to know her body better than she knows it herself.

I trail kisses down her body, loving how she arches into me. Her skin’s on fire against my cool touch. When I get to her juicy tits, I pause, looking up. Damn, the sight of her - eyes half-mast, full lips parted, breathing heavy - she’s fucking perfect.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I growl, before sucking a nipple into my mouth. The taste explodes on my tongue, and I can’t hold the rumble that ripples through my chest. Zora cries out, her hands flying to my hair, holding tight.

My tentacles keep exploring, wrapping around her thick thighs, her incurved waist, her round ass. I use them to pin her down while I work on her tits, switching between soft sucks and little bites.

“Jay,” she moans, sounding desperate. “Please…”

I breathe against her skin. “Please what, baby? Tell me what you need.”

Her scent spikes. “I… I need…”

One of my tentacles slides between her legs, finding her slick and ready. The taste that hits my suckers nearly makes me lose it. “This what you need, mega?” I tease, using the tentacle to stroke her wet, swollen folds.

Zora answers with a cry, her hips bucking. I watch, mesmerized, as pleasure takes over her face. I can feel her tight, hot cunt squeezing my tentacle, and fuck if that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

“That’s it, mate,” I encourage, my voice rough as fuck. “Let go for me, Zora. Show me how good it feels.”

I turn up the heat, using what I’ve learned about her body to push her higher. My free tentacles roam her skin, leaving cool trails that warm up quick. I can tell she’s close - her scent’s changing, getting even more maddening.

And when she comes, it’s like watching a fucking tsunami hit. Her back arches, muscles tightening, a raw cry ripping from her throat. I feel her come through my tentacle, taste it in the air, watch it all over her gorgeous face.

As she comes down, shaking and gasping, I can’t wait another second. I line myself up, the painfully swollen tip of my cock right at her entrance.

“Look at me,” I command, my voice low. When her eyes meet mine, I see them go wide. “I’m claiming you now, Zora. You’re mine.”

Without waiting, I push in. Holy fuck, the feeling - she’s soaked, hot and tight as fuck. Fucking perfect, squeezing me as I fill her. I have to stop, gritting my teeth so I don’t lose it right there.

“Mine,” I growl, biting at her neck. My tentacles wrap around her tight, holding her close. “Say it, Zora. Tell me you’re mine.”

She looks up at me, eyes hazy but still aware. “Yours,” she moans, and damn, that word makes me harder. “I’m yours, Jay.”

That’s it. That’s all I needed to hear. I start thrusting, setting a hard and fast pace. My tentacles keep her right where I want her as I drive into her cunt over and over, each stroke pulling amazing sounds from my mate.

It’s wild, intense, animal. But there’s something else too. Something I’ve never felt before. This isn’t just a fuck. It’s a claiming. A fucking mating.

As we come together, my world shrinks down to just this - Zora around me, the taste of her, our cries mixing. I mark her, teeth sinking in the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, sealing our bond.

Zora is mine. My mate. My omega.

And there’s no way in hell I’m ever letting her go.

I wake up with a face full of Zora’s hair and the biggest shit-eating grin on my face. My tentacles are wrapped all around her, keeping her close even in sleep. She fits perfectly against me, like she was made fucking made to be there.

I take a deep breath, inhaling her scent. It’s changed a bit - now there’s a hint of me mixed in. My inner alpha purrs at that. She’s mine now.

My mate stirs, making this cute little noise as she wakes up. I loosen my tentacles a bit, letting her turn to face me.

“Morning, beautiful,” I rumble, voice still rough from sleep.

She blinks those big brown eyes at me, looking a bit dazed. “Jay? Oh God, did we really…?”

I can’t help but chuckle. “Oh yeah, we did. Many times…” I wiggle my eyebrows at her, loving the shyness in her beautiful eyes.

“I am so fired,” she groans, burying her face in my chest.

I frown at that, tightening my hold on her. “I won’t let that happen,” I growl fiercely.

She looks up at me, skeptical. “Jay, I had sex with a guest. On property. That’s like, the number one rule not to break.”

I shrug. “So quit. Come with me.”

Her eyes go wide. “What?”

“You heard me. Quit your job. Come with me when I leave.”

I can see the panic starting to set in, so I quickly cup her face with one hand and maybe a tentacle or two. “Hey, hey. Breathe, baby. I know it’s a lot. But I got you. Everything will be alright.”

Zora nods slowly, her scent a mix of fear and… hope? “But we barely know each other. And you’re rich, famous. I’m just… me.”

I growl at that, rolling us so I’m on top of her. “Don’t. You’re fucking amazing, baby. You’re strong, smart, sexy as fuck, and you’re fucking mine.”

I start kissing down her neck, paying special attention to the mark I left last night. Zora gasps, arching into me.

“Jay,” she moans, “we should talk about this.”

“Mm, later,” I mumble against her skin. My tentacles, already exploring, relearning every curve of her body. “Right now, I think I need to remind you just how perfect you are.”

She laughs, the sound turning into a moan as one of my tentacles finds a particularly sensitive spot. “You’re insatiable.”

I grin up at her. “Damn right. Get used to it, baby.”

We spend the next hour ‘talking’ with our bodies instead of words. By the time we’re done, we’re both sweaty, satisfied, and in desperate need of a shower.

As we stand under the spray, my tentacles helping to soap her up and revel in her delicious curves, I can’t help but think about the future. I want this - fucking need her - every day for the rest of my life.

“Move in with me,” I blurt out.

Zora nearly slips in shock, but I catch her easily. “What?”

“Move in with me,” I repeat. “I’ve got a place by the beach. Lots of room. Private pool. You’d love it.”

She stares at me for a long moment, water dripping down her face. Then, to my surprise, she starts laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I ask, frowning.

“Us,” Zora gasps between giggles. “This whole thing. Yesterday, I was just a hotel employee, and now I’m being asked to move in with a fucking Olympian. It’s crazy.”

When my frown doesn’t let go, she cups my cheek. “Hey, I didn’t say no. It’s just… can we maybe start with a date first? A real one, not just mind-blowing sex?”

I grin. “That, I can do.” I pull her close, loving how she fits against me.

“Thank you, alpha” she murmurs, stretching up for a kiss.

As I lose myself in her again, I can’t help but think: yeah, this is it. This is what I’ve been waiting for all my life.

Zora’s my mate, my match, my everything.

And I’m gonna spend every day making sure she knows it.