Epilogue

Epilogue

ZORA

T he sun kisses my skin, warm and lazy like Jay’s caresses after a long night of lovemaking. I’m sprawled on the deck of his yacht - our yacht now, I guess - the polished teak smooth against my back. The gentle rocking of the boat lulls me into a sleepy state.

A cool, wet touch traces up my leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps. I open an eye to see one of Jay’s tentacles playfully exploring my sun-warmed skin. Even after all this time together, the sight still sends a delicious shiver through me.

Jay is lounging next to me, all bronze skin and rippling muscles. His swirling tattoos seem to dance in the sunlight, hypnotic and ever-shifting.

“See something you like, little omega?” my alpha’s voice rumbles through me, deep and rich like the ocean itself.

I prop myself up on an elbow, drinking in the sight of him. My eyes roam over his powerful form, heat pooling in my belly. “Just admiring the view,” I murmur, my voice husky with desire. “You’re not so bad to look at, you know.”

His eyes darken, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Quick as lightning, a tentacle snakes around my waist, pulling me flush against him. The contrast of sun-warmed skin and the cool, slightly damp texture of his tentacle makes me shiver.

“Not so bad, huh?” he growls playfully, his breath hot against my ear. “I think you need a reminder of just how good I can be.”

Before I can retort, he’s up, carrying me in his arms. The world spins for a moment, and then we’re jumping. I shriek with laughter as we plunge into the crystal-clear water.

The shock of cold only lasts a few seconds, but it’s quickly forgotten as Jay shifts fully. In the blink of an eye, I’m surrounded by his kraken form, all smooth, gleaming skin and powerful tentacles. Underwater, he’s in his element, moving with a grace that still takes my breath away.

One tentacle wraps around my waist, keeping me close as we dive deeper. Schools of fish swim around us, their scales flashing silver in the filtered sunlight.

Jay’s eyes glow with an otherworldly blue light, turning the underwater world into a magical realm. I reach out, trailing my fingers along his skin.

After a couple of minutes, we resurface, and I gulp in air, excited. Jay’s human torso emerges, water running down his chiseled abs in a way that makes my mouth water.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I breathe, the words escaping before I can stop them.

His eyes darken, pupils blown wide with desire. “You’re one to talk,” he growls, pulling me closer. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, omega?”

I grin, grinding against him deliberately. “I have some idea.”

With a groan that’s part amusement, part frustration, part need, Jay captures my lips in a deep kiss. He tastes of salt and sun and something uniquely him - a flavor I’ve become addicted to. His tentacles travel along my body, leaving trails of fire in their passage. Each sucker is like a tiny mouth, igniting nerve endings I never knew I had.

Our tongues tangle, and he explores my mouth, claiming me with each swipe. I cling to him, the solid bulk of his body grounding me.

One tentacle slides between my thighs, the tip nudging the entrance of my pussy. I moan into his mouth, my body responding instantly.

He pulls back, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

The tip of his tentacle is barely inside me, stretching my walls deliciously. He moves agonizingly slowly, teasing me, taking me to the brink of madness.

My body trembles, my legs clenching around his tentacle as he continues his slow torture. Every touch feels amplified, the waves gently lapping at us sending shivers down my spine.

Finally, when I think I can’t take it anymore, the tentacle inside me grows thicker, and I cry out. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel my orgasm building.

He picks up the pace, thrusting in and out, and I can’t hold back any longer. I come with a shout, my nails digging into his back as pleasure washes over me.

Jay isn’t finished with me yet. The tentacle inside me keeps moving, and I can feel another orgasm building. He kisses me again, his tongue dancing with mine as he fucks me.

I’m lost in a sea of sensation, the water lapping at my skin, his tentacles sliding against me, his tongue claiming my mouth. It’s almost too much, and I feel myself falling apart. It’s wild, primal, fucking perfect, just like every time with Jay.

My orgasm hits me like a tsunami, and I’m swept away in the waves of pleasure. Jay holds me tight, keeping me safe as I come undone.

The world comes back into focus slowly. I’m in Jay’s arms, his human form wrapped around me. The gentle rocking of the waves lulls me, and I snuggle into his warmth.

He kisses the top of my head, a gesture so tender that my heart aches. “I love you, omega,” he murmurs.

After, we float lazily in the waves. Jay’s tentacles keeping me safe and warm in his embrace. The late afternoon sun paints the sky in hues of pink and gold.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Jay murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple.

I trace patterns on his chest, watching the tattoos shimmer and shift under my touch. “Just thinking about how crazy this all is. A year ago, you were just another celebrity guest, and now…”

“Now you’re the mate of the most handsome shifter in the seven seas,” Jay finishes with a smirk.

I roll my eyes, but can’t hold my smile. “And clearly the most humble.”

He chuckles before sobering up, his expression turning serious. I know Jay still worries for me sometimes - about the craziness in the media, the challenges of our inter-species relationship, the sacrifices I’ve made to be with him.

I shift in his arms, meeting his gaze squarely. “I love you, tentacle boy. You’re stuck with me.”

I feel his massive body relax against mine. “Good,” he rumbles, “‘cause I’m never letting you go.”

I am owned, claimed, and loved by a kraken.