The Kraken’s Queen (Grym Hollow #3)

45. Erin

T he glass feels cool against my body as Allarick presses me against the window. My nipples pebble at the cold sensation, and I let out a breathy moan. Not for the first time, I’m thankful for the fact that we can see out, but no one can see in.

Because they would be seeing a lot.

Allarick presses his body against me. His hard cock pushes against my ass, allowing me to feel every glorious inch of my husband. One of his tentacles is wrapped around my neck, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp in need. Another tentacle is deep inside of me, moving at an agonizingly slow pace. The sucker is positioned just right to tease my clit.

It’s torture that has been going on for hours.

I can’t feel my legs anymore, and my body is spent, but Allarick wants to coax out every last orgasm I can muster. Has anyone ever died from an orgasm overdose? Because I think I’m going to be the first one.

This has been my life every day since we closed the gate on the Leviathan’s prison a week ago, thus saving Tetria. Allarick promised to show me his gratitude, and I naively thought that meant flowers and a nice dinner, but clearly he had other things in mind.

I’ll admit, his idea is much better. He did manage to retrieve my harp, which I’m thankful for.

“Look at our kingdom, my queen,” he purrs in a low, seductive voice. I have a hard time focusing on anything other than the giant kraken tentacle buried in my pussy.

“Look at the vibrancy. The abundance of joy and feeling of security you helped save,” he continues and increases his speed. I moan, desperately trying to grasp for something, but my hands ball into fists on the glass.

“Allarick,” I moan, my breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. I twist my naked body, trying to speed up my pleasure.

My husband just chuckles at my expense. “Needy girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” There’s no need to deny it. My body is wound so tight, begging for one last orgasm before I shoo him away and hide my thoroughly used vagina from him.

“What is it you want?”

He knows damn well what I want. I can’t see his face, but I imagine he’s smirking. Pure male satisfaction. The sucker on my clit presses down harder, and I cry out.

“Baby, make me come all over your tentacle. I can’t hold back anymore. I need it. I need you . Please!” My words are barely coherent and sound like a desperate woman. I certainly feel like one.

“That’s my sweet girl,” Allarick hums. Then, faster than my brain can process, his thrusts turn punishing. My body slams harder against the glass, nipples so sensitive from the constant rubbing against the window, it’s almost painful with how good it feels. Allarick yanks my head back, and I moan.

He quickly swallows my sounds of pleasure when his mouth captures mine in a searing kiss. My body—and brain—short-circuit, and I can do nothing but give in to his will. He claims me, pressing his cock between my ass cheeks. I shiver at the intrusion, and even though he’s not inside me there, I know it’s only a matter of time.

“Allarick!” I scream as my orgasm overtakes me. I come for him, and he follows me shortly after. Something hot and sticky splashes my back, and I know he came for me.

“Fuck, Erin. You drive me crazy with need. The power you have over me,” he groans, and I slump against him.

“I’m done,” I pant, shaking my head. “I tap out. All my body holes are closed to you, you sex-crazed kraken.”

Allarick just laughs as he pulls his tentacle out of me. I whimper at the sudden empty feeling, but my pussy also weeps in joy for finally getting a break.

“I just needed you to know how much I love you. I’m also not finished thanking you for your role in imprisoning the Leviathan or apologizing to you,” he says.

“Well, you’re done thanking me for today.” I let my body float. I can’t feel my limbs.

“I’m done because we have a meeting to get to.”

I groan and almost start to cry. Almost. “Meeting? What meeting?” I sound like a whiny child, but I can’t help it.

Allarick captures me before I can float too far away and gently rubs my back. “We’re meeting with my sister and a few other kings to discuss Nephilim activity.”

“Oh, right,” I say, deadpan. Last week, Allarick sent word to his sister, asking for her help in arranging a meeting to discuss Nephilim above the sea. I just forgot about it. If I would have known, I wouldn’t have ever let my husband fuck me for the entire morning.

Probably.

“I promise to give you a massage when we get home. I’m sure your muscles are sore.” He sounds smug, and I shoot him a look, which he returns with a boyish smile.

“Fine,” I groan. “Help me get dressed, will you?”

The meeting is being held in wolf territory. Allarick tells me that is where Rip and Hettie live. I’m excited to see them again, even under these circumstances.

When we arrive, a tall, handsome man by the name of Thorne greets us. “They are in here, right this way.” He leads Allarick and me through the giant house Allarick calls the “packhouse.”

Thorne opens the door, and heads swivel in our direction. Hettie stands up, smiling wide as she comes and greets me. “It’s so good to see you again. And congratulations for kicking ass down under.” She winks, then takes my hand and leads me around the table.

“Let me introduce everyone. You know my husband, Rip. Next to him is his cousin and my best friend, Tallie. Thorne’s her husband. And Rose and her husband.” She points to Rose and the intimidating man next to her. That must be Malix. Last time I saw him, he was in dragon form. He doesn’t look any less intimidating as a human.

“Next to them is Rose’s friend and Malix’s council member, Vivia. And you know Atina.”

She smiles, and I take a seat next to Atina. “It’s good to see you,” I say to her.

“Especially above water.” True to her word, Atina has not returned to below the water again. She was pivotal in closing the gate, and we will forever be thankful for what she did, which is why neither Allarick nor I have pressured her to come for a visit. We’ll happily make the trek to see her above water.

“We may as well get started,” Rip says. “The oceans are once again safe, meaning the Nephilim are grounded to land.”

“And if any of those bastards try to use the sea, my crew will take care of them,” Atina says. “Those bastards won’t make it far in my waters.”

“I think I have a girl crush on her,” Hettie whispers loudly to Rip’s cousin, Tallie. Both women laugh as Rip glares at his wife. Atina only smirks.

“Lycan Forest and Dragon’s Keep have both been free of Nephilim,” Rip continues. “But we’ve heard reports that a great number are headed toward the Demon’s Clan and Pixie Cove.”

“Gadreel is not amongst them,” Malix says, his voice deep and foreboding.

“Who is Gadreel?” I ask, not having heard the name before.

“He is the leader of the Nephilim. Arguably the most dangerous,” Allarick explains.

“We believe he is sending his people out to keep us distracted so we don’t attempt to locate him,” Malix says. “I have sent word to the demon king, Oziel, to inform him of the invasion of his territory.”

“Did he heed your warning?” Allarick asks.

Malix shrugs. “I don’t know. Oziel is notorious for his lack of communication to outside kingdoms. He doesn’t exactly play well with others.”

“Neither do you, my love.” Rose chuckles. Malix smiles down at his pregnant wife, so much love and adoration in his expression.

“What is needed from the merpeople?” Allarick asks the table.

“Stay vigilant. The war is far from over. And hope The Guardian can provide assistance once again,” Malix says, tearing his eyes away from Rose.

Rip scoffs. “Yeah, he has his work cut out for him with Oziel. He’s one cunning bastard and an asshole to boot.”

“Uhm, you were the biggest asshole when we first met. You told me I smelled like a dog.” Hettie narrows her eyes at Rip. “If The Guardian can find someone to love you, then I’m certain he can find someone for the demon king.”

“He said you smelled like a dog?” I ask incredulously, unable to stifle my laugh.

Luckily Hettie isn’t offended. She just smiles and nods. “Yup. Isn’t that romantic?”

“You’re going to have to tell me all about it.” I smile, desperately wanting to know more about the lives of the two human queens from Grym Hollow.

“You know, unless we are needed for more of this meeting, I think it would be nice if the ladies have lunch together in the dining room while the menfolk grunt and glare at each other,” Hettie says.

“We do not grunt and glare,” Rip grunts while glaring.

“Sure you don’t, babe.” Hettie rolls her eyes.

“I think that’s a lovely idea. I could use some girl time,” Rose says. “What about you, Erin? Want to join us for lunch?”

Before I answer, I turn to my husband. He’s smiling at me and leans down to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “Go, sweet girl. Have fun. I’ll be here when you’re ready to leave.”

“It won’t be for a while because we are going to get wasted.” Hettie scoots her chair back and stands up, grabbing Tallie’s hand.

“Not all of us are,” Rose says, standing up with a hand over her belly. “But Erin will drink for me, won’t you?”

“I don’t drink,” I admit, trying not to bring down the mood .

“Honestly, I don’t either,” Hettie says, “But we will get wasted with dessert.”

“Oh, that I can get behind.” I laugh and stand. Allarick lets go of my hand, and I wave goodbye to him. “Love you,” I whisper.

“Love you, my queen.” He winks at me.

Rose then hooks her arm through mine and leads me toward the door. “I have so much to ask you about living under the water. I can’t even imagine.”

True joy blooms in my chest. For the first time in my life, I have the ability to make true friendships. The three of us are bonded by our choice to leave Grym Hollow. For me, it was the best choice I’ve ever made for myself because I found purpose and the love of a man I didn’t know I deserved. Along the way, I found myself again.

And I couldn’t be happier.