The Kraken’s Queen (Grym Hollow #3)

26. Erin

Chapter 26

Erin

I ’m a goner.

I come apart at the seams by a sweet gesture that means more to me than any other gift I’ve ever received. A beautiful harp picked specifically for me. It’s not the harp I care for, though it is a beautiful instrument. It’s the man who went out of his way to learn my fears and desires. To look at all the broken parts of me and not be scared away. To learn what I like and truly listen when I speak.

Allarick has taken an interest in me from the beginning. He’s been nothing but sweet and patient with me while I try to figure out these conflicting feelings. Slowly, I’m unwinding myself from James’s web and falling hard for my sweet kraken.

There’s no mistaking this feeling. All-consuming and powerful. Love is patient, and our love is quiet. Perhaps it’s not even acknowledged, but it’s there for the taking if I want it. It blooms more and more with each passing day .

I may not know what our future holds, but I do know one thing. I want my husband. No…I need my husband. Need to feel the last bit of James scrubbed away from me for good. I don’t want him to be the last man I’ve had sex with. The faked orgasms I acted out just to get the drunken man off me. I want to know what it means to be truly appreciated by someone.

When the song finishes, I still have more to stay. My body acts of its own accord, and I close the space between us, launching myself into his arms. But only my actions can speak for me now. I waste no time in finding his lips. Those beautiful, full lips I want to feel all over my body. Would he draw out my orgasm until I’m begging him to let me come? Or would he get me to completion as fast and as many times as possible?

I’m not sure which one is more appealing.

Part of me knows there’s no turning back. I’m certain I don’t want to. My only doubts are if Allarick wants me in the way I need him. But those are smothered as soon as Allarick wraps himself around me, his tentacles pulling me flush against his body. He kisses me like a starving man, and I’m his last meal. He kisses me like I hold the secrets to the universe, and he’s determined to discover every single one of them.

Allarick bites my lower lip and sucks it into his mouth. I let out a needy moan I might be embarrassed about later. He pulls back with a pop, but I don’t let him get too far away from me. I fear I’ll lose my nerve if we stop now.

“Is this your way of thanking me, sweet girl? Because if it is, expect many presents.” He chuckles, trying to lighten the intensity brewing between us. He’s not as unaffected as he seems though. His body is rigid, and his gaze is heated. Tentacles tighten around me, one stroking up and down my hip.

“Allarick…” Nerves threaten to overtake me, but then visions of rough hands and drunken thrusts plague my mind. Of nights of pain and drunken sex. Of saying no and wanting to stop.

That’s not good enough for me anymore.

It never was.

I deserve better.

Newfound confidence fuels me, and I lock him in with my stare. “Allarick, Husband, I want you.”

He doesn’t appear shocked or disgusted by my bold proclamation. “Is this what you truly want, Wife? Because, if I have you once, I’ll want you again. My resolve around you is crumbling, but I won’t take from you something you aren’t prepared to give.”

I appreciate him checking in with me and letting me make my own decision. But my mind is made up. I want this. I want him . He is what I choose.

“A husband should make sure his wife is satisfied on their wedding night,” I say.

Allarick drops his gaze to my lips before his darkened stare meets mine again. My heart pounds rapidly against my chest, threatening to burst free if he doesn’t touch me and soon. I’m surprised he can’t hear it. “We can’t have that, sweet girl, can we? Let’s go back to our room, and I’ll change?—”

“No,” I say with too much ferocity. “I don’t want you as a man, Allarick. ”

Realization dawns, and his lips twitch up into a predatory smile. Warmth rushes to my core just as it does every time he looks at me like that.

“Not a man,” he repeats. “My wife wants her kraken husband, then? To feel my hands and tentacles all over this pretty body?”

“Yes. Allarick, please.”

His tentacles caress my side. It’s too slow. All too slow. I want him to unleash on me.

My wishes are granted in the next second.

Allarick brings me to his chest, his lips leaving a trail of kisses from my lips down to my neck. I tilt my head to the side, giving him full access to my neck. His teeth brush against my skin before he gently bites down. Goosebumps form on my arms, and my nipples harden to painful points.

His finger glides down my back to the ties of my corset. The instant exhale when he loosens it has my whole body relaxing. “Damn, Iris really knows how to tie these things.” My boobs, which were pushed up nearly to my chin, settle back to their natural position.

“She’s efficient,” he says as more of the ties loosen until I can finally breathe properly. Allarick wastes no time unclasping the front. When he’s got half of them unclasped, he runs his big hand up my stomach. He spreads his fingers wide, nearly encompassing my entire stomach before moving up. His touch burns me, sending molten heat straight to my core.

“Are you?—”

“If you ask me if I’m sure one more time, Allarick, I won’t ever show you my boobs.” It’s a threat I’m not prepared to see through, but at this moment, I will do anything to make my kraken drop his gentleman persona and his need to treat me like I’m a porcelain doll. “If I want to stop, I’ll tell you.”

I need him to see me as his wife.

A woman he desires.

Faster than my eyes can track, the last few clasps of my corset open, and my breasts spill out. The corset floats to the floor, and I think about picking up the beautiful garment so it doesn’t get damaged.

But then Allarick’s mouth is on mine again.

And his hands cup my heavy breasts, kneading them.

Everything else is forgotten.

I moan, arching my back. It’s not close enough though. I want nothing between us. I want to feel his body flush against mine. I want to find his cock, because, admittedly, I have no idea where a kraken cock is located or what it even looks like. I’ve seen plenty of krakens, and I think I would have noticed if they were swimming around with their cocks out.

Probably.

Allarick snakes one of his eight tentacles around my hips and pulls. I spin in his arms. My back hits his chest, and I feel his hot breath against my neck before his lips sear my skin. He leaves a trail of kisses in his wake. I press my legs together, desperate for some friction. Desperate for Allarick. Need like I’ve never felt courses through my body, begging for more.

“Where do you want to be touched, sweet girl?” he asks. “Here?” He brings his tentacle up to my chest, teasing my nipple by swirling his tip around it. And, oh god, it feels good. Like really fucking good.

I’ve never considered myself particularly kinky. Or more accurately, I never got to explore that sexual side of myself. James was a missionary guy, which was…fine, but the moment he passed out, I would take the vibrator I kept hidden in the bedside table and finish the job. Sex was never enjoyable, but orgasming was. James was a no toy kind of man, so the fact I even hid a vibrator from him was amazing.

I’ve seen tentacle dildos before on the rare occasion I would wander into Richard’s, the only sex shop in Grym Hollow. I had always been too scared to make any purchases, but it didn’t stop me from window shopping. I always gravitated toward the…nonhuman penises. I knew my interests were different the time I overheard two women making judgy comments about the nonhuman dildos. So, it only remained a fantasy.

Until now.

“Or maybe you want to be touched here?” Allarick moves between my legs, my skirts bunching up and creating a barrier between his tentacle and my pussy. My clit begs to be touched; it’s almost painful. Almost too much.

“You’re teasing me,” I manage to pant.

Allarick laughs deep in his throat, sending shivers through my body. “I am. I plan on taking my time with you, Wife.”

“Well, Husband ,” I say, though it comes out as a sneer, which I don’t intend, “your wife needs more. Now.” This woman who demands things is not one I’m familiar with, but I can’t help but like this part of me that voices what she wants. I’ve missed her.

Allarick must like it too, because I feel a quick tug on my skirts before he pulls them away from my body. I only wear the barely-there panties Iris made me put on. Allarick hums in pleasure, fingering—tentacle-ing?—the tops of my panties.

Allarick makes quick work of removing the garments, and for the first time, I’m naked in front of him. I wait for the embarrassment or shyness to settle in, but it never does. Not with Allarick, at least. His hand travels down the curve of my breast all the way down to my hip bone. “You are exquisite, Wife.”

If he keeps saying things like that, I’m going to fall in love with him. I’m already more than halfway there. This could also be the horniness talking.

“I’m going to make you feel good, Erin,” Allarick purrs in my ear. “But you say stop, and this will end. It’s as simple as that. Say you understand.”

“I understand,” I say immediately.

“Good.” The hand on my hip slides lower until he cups my mound. I groan softly while his capable finger traces my seam. “Are you wet for me?”

I could be a brat and say I’m wet because I’m in the damn water, but I’m incapable of lying. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he says, and I fucking melt. I always wondered if I had a praise kink, and now I have my answer. I most definitely do.

Allarick uses two fingers and makes a V, spreading my lips. I expect him to press his finger inside of me. But he doesn’t. Instead, one red tentacle snakes between my legs, tip nudging at my entrance. We both groan as he nudges himself slowly inside of me. The tip of his tentacle isn’t wide, but I still feel a little stretch. But the more he gently presses in, the more my pussy stretches around his girth. He works me slowly, taking his time so I can adjust to his size.

His tentacle is so damn big and— oh! Something slides over my clit and suctions over it. I writhe in Allarick’s arms, moaning. What the hell is that? Whatever it is, it feels so fucking good.

“My tentacles have suckers. How does it feel?” he answers my unasked question. His voice is smug because he knows exactly how it feels.

I don’t answer him quickly enough, and another large tentacle wraps across my chest, his suckers making my already sensitive nipples almost painful. It’s too much. But it’s also perfect. Everything about this kraken is perfect.

The need to orgasm for him is strong. Like a greedy, wanton thing, I grind down on his tentacle. He’s ruined me for any other man.

“Baby, please,” I groan, the pet name leaving my lips unknowingly.

Allarick growls, leaning down and kissing my neck. “Do you want to come, sweet girl?”

“Yes. Please. I need it.”

Part of me wonders if he’s going to tease me, prolonging my orgasm for as long as he wants. I’d be unable to do anything other than let it happen. I’m his willing captive, desperate for release.

Thankfully, Allarick takes pity on me and fucks me faster with his tentacle. Moving in and out at just the right speed. Not too fast, but not a teasing pace either. The suction of his suckers on my clit feels like his mouth is on me, pleasuring me with his tongue. The sensation coupled with the added pleasure from my nipples sends deep pulses through me and has me crashing hard.

I scream—honest-to-god scream—as my orgasm takes over me. I’ve never come that hard and that quickly before. Honestly, I didn’t know another person could make me feel like that. Allarick has proven he knows his way around my body better than my boyfriend of multiple years. Except Allarick cares about my pleasure. Cares that I feel good and satisfied.

I’m utterly and completely ruined.