TWENTY SIX
Mia
We’re up before the sun and stuffing our overnight things back into bags. I text Tegan and tell her what I’m doing, since I can’t even tell from the quiet in the apartment if she made it home at all last night.
I’m too nervous to eat breakfast, so I just brush my teeth, throw my toothbrush in my bag, and we head to the apartment I used to call home. I’m dreading a confrontation if Oliver is there, but to my profound relief, when I unlock the door to let us in, there’s no sign of him.
I breathe out a long sigh, and Luke’s warm palm rubs the small of my back. “You good, babe? ”
“Yeah.” When I look back, he’s looking past me, taking in the apartment. I can’t blame him. In his position, I’d be doing the same. When I lead him through into the bedroom to pack, I can’t help seeing it with fresh eyes, too.
I’ve always hated the pale blinds that let in too much of the morning light, and the king-sized bed that feels too big. All things Oliver insisted were must haves.
I pull clothes from the closet, hastily stuffing them into the two large suitcases I have, mentally listing the things I should take with me now, and what I can return for another time. I’d like to take everything with me, so there’s no need to come back at all, but that’s not practical. We have to be in Kraken Cove as soon as we can so we can track down Margaret.
Luke wanders in, eyes still on the walls. “Want me to help?”
I shake my head. “I’m still not sure what I want. Can you check the pantry and see if there’s any food we should take?”
He leaves the bedroom while I’m still packing. I move onto my shoes and jewellery, which doesn’t take me long.
Luke comes back through the door, just as I’m trying to drag one full and heavy bag out to the living room. Of course, he stops me. He takes the bag, but instead of carrying it out, he sets it aside. “Mia, there’s none of your art on the walls.”
I blink up at him. “Oh, I guess there’s not. I never really painted anything good enough.”
He plants his hands on his hips and frowns down at me. “Good enough according to you, or according to him ?”
I look down at my feet and shrug. “Both.” It’s true. I never felt good enough about anything I painted to hang on our walls, but was that because of me or because of his reaction ?
Luke shakes his head sadly. “This place. It’s all wrong. It’s not you. Where do you paint?”
I shrug. “I haven’t for ages. But when I used to, I’d set up in the window in the living room.”
Another shake of his head. My gaze drops to where his hand is fisted at his side. Then back to where his jaw is tight and his shoulders tense.
“What’s wrong?” I take a step closer. “I can be quicker if you just want to get going?”
Suddenly, he pulls me against him and kisses me fiercely. I’m surprised, but it only takes me a moment to melt into it.
When Luke pulls back, his breathing has quickened. “Did he ever really see you at all? I hope one day he realises how much he fucking stifled you.”
I stare up at him, stunned by how much anger and need fills his tone.
“It’s done now.” It’s the only thing I can think of to say.
He breathes out heavily. “It’s not, though, is it? Not until I rectify every way he underestimated you. Until I give you every fucking thing he didn’t.”
I gasp when he drops to his knees and pushes up the hem of the navy jumper dress I’m wearing until it reaches my panties.
“Starting here.” He hooks his thumbs into the panties and tugs them slowly down my legs.
My pussy floods instantly with awareness. I watch speechless as he draws my panties down my legs until I can step out of them.
When his gaze returns to mine, so much heat and possessiveness fills his expression I’m in danger of moisture actually trickling down my thigh. God, the raw need in his eyes! His rough fingertips light up every nerve as he runs his hands back up my naked legs.
“Be honest. How many times did he make you cum on this bed, in this room?”
I have to think carefully. Oliver and I haven’t had sex in a while, and towards the end, I have to admit I faked it a few times.
I’m trying to recall more than a handful of times he actually made me cum, but my memories are hazy. “Maybe three or four.”
“Which is it, babe?” Green eyes search mine.
“Four. Probably.” I’m about to ask him why he’s so determined to know, when Luke curses.
“Fuck. Fuck ! Ask me how many times I’ll make you cum every time you need me.”
My legs start to tremble when his thumbs trace tiny circles on my inner thighs. “How many?”
“Until you tell me to stop.” His words are punctuated with a low growl. He drops his head and makes slow kisses on my leg. Each one moves a bit closer to my aching, wet pussy. When his mouth hovers above my mound, his breath fans over my heated skin. “You gonna tell me to stop, Mia?”
I shake my head. “Never.”
He groans as he lifts my leg onto his shoulder. Then again when he takes his first taste of me. He runs his tongue along one flushed fold until he brushes my clit and I moan.
I thread my fingers into his hair and cling on while he teases up the other side. I practically melt into a puddle of arousal when he finally flicks his tongue right across my clit while his hands on my bum pull me closer .
My hips roll. My fingers tense in his hair. Luke doesn’t stop. He finds the spot I need him and he gives me just what I need until the pleasure feels like it could burst at any moment.
When he pulls back I whimper with need.
“On the bed, baby. I don’t want you falling over.”
I obey him quickly, crawling onto the bed and lifting on my elbows to watch him move into place between my thighs. Instead of moving onto the mattress, he slips his hands under me and hauls me forward, bringing my pussy back to his hungry mouth.
There’s no way I can do anything after that but flop backwards while his mouth and tongue send me soaring. He pushes two fingers inside me, curling them until I really do explode. A gush of moisture and a rush of pleasure and I look up to see his tan skin transform into the aqua blue of his shifted shape. Next second it’s more than hands roaming all over my skin and teasing at my sensitive places. Suckers pull gently at my pussy lips. I whimper as he coils two tentacles around my breasts to squeeze them softly. Another creeps to my mouth and I open on instinct. The erotic feeling of him probing at that entrance as the tip of another teases at my butt makes me shudder with pleasure.
I cry out when he drives me over the edge of one orgasm into the next, each one chasing close on the heels of the first while my pussy flutters with aftershocks.
My belly clenches when he slips a tentacle inside my pussy and uses his suckers on my inner walls until I’m gasping.
He looks up at me, mouth still on my pussy and I nearly cum again from the heat in his eyes and the hungry way he continues to devour me .
This time, I want more. I want all of him. This time I don’t want anything between us but the powerful emotion I’m feeling and have been feeling for a while now.
“I want you.”
Luke’s tongue swipes over my clit again, and I moan. “Luke, I want your cock. I want you to feel good too.”
He pauses, lifting his mouth from me momentarily to frown. “Baby, I don’t have a condom. Let me make you cum again like this.” He lowers his head and I know he’ll keep going. Hasn’t he just said as much?
I shake my head. “I’m on the pill. We don’t need one. Not if you don’t mind. I just want to feel you, to share that with you.”
His growl makes my toes curl. In an instant, he’s risen up, holding his swollen cock right at my soaking entrance. Veins bulge along the shaft and his foreskin is drawn back, revealing the blushing, glistening pink head. I guess he must have taken off his jeans before he shifted. Probably a good thing, since they would be ruined otherwise.
Notching himself at my opening, he pauses for a moment to look down at me. I whimper again. The tantalising feel of him there promises everything I want. “You sure, Mia?”
I nod and roll my hips, desperate for his invasion.
Luke lifts my right foot to his mouth and kisses my toes tenderly, before slicking his cock up and down through my wetness.
I moan. “Luke! Come on, you’re killing me.”
He closes his eyes for a moment and I see the strain in the tight tendons on his neck and the raw, raspy sound of his voice, when he speaks. “I’m going to give you so much, Mia. So much. Everything you deserve. Starting with all of me. Every single fucking inch.” With that he thrusts into me in one slow movement. Each inch is a deliberate message of possession and desire. Of claiming and giving.
When I think he’s fully in, he pushes my legs up and buries his cock even deeper inside me. I am completely filled.
I groan; it feels so good. I groan again when he starts to move and my pussy clenches around the sweet bliss of his cock sliding in and out, hitting me just right.
“That’s it, baby. Now you’re going to cum around my cock before I paint you with me.”
I nod. “Yes. Please!”
He spreads my legs wider. My body shakes from the force of his fucking. Making love to a kraken is like having a harem of guys at my disposal, all focused on me. He holds me with at least six limbs at once, tentacles wrapped around my legs and arms to give him better leverage as he fucks me. The tip of one flicks over my clit and he still has his arms free to support him as he leans down over me to kiss me tenderly.
He plunges deep, spearing me over and over as I stare into his eyes. My pussy clenches, my legs spasm. My jaw drops open and I’m swimming somewhere in the warm waters on a starlit beach for a moment, reliving the very first moment he made me feel this good.
When I catch my breath, he slows, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs. “Good, baby?”
I nod. “So good.”
He pulls out and I only mourn the loss for a moment. Then Luke fists his cock and strokes it for me. Rough, jerky motions like he’s close to cumming too. “God, you look so good like that. So pretty. You look so perfect when you cum for me. ”
“Are you going to do what you promised?”
He nods. “Always.”
He grunts as his hand speeds up. His mouth opens and he pumps his cock firmly until warm liquid spills onto my belly and over my pussy.
When droplets scatter over my skin and he’s pumped the last of his cum, giving it to me, I smile. Gathering it in my hand, I rub it into my skin. The color is bright like his skin and it glows even in daylight. Luke’s cock gives a final jerk and he sucks in a breath. “Mmm, that’s better. You’ll wear that for the rest of the day. You walk out of here knowing how it’s going to be from now on.”
I sit and pull him into a hug that drags him down on top of me on the bed. “From now on. I promise. And whatever happens, we’ll get through it together, because I love you.”
He lifts up to stare down at me, and I see him swallow before he speaks. “You do?”
I nod. “I do. I know it’s soon and I don’t care. I love you. You don’t have to say it back, if you’re not ready.”
“Are you kidding me?” He drops his head for a moment to drink me in with a passionate kiss. “I love you, Mia. I know I said it before, or I tried to. That night on the beach ten years ago. You were it for me. I’ve never felt that way about another girl. And I never will.”
I hold him close, wrapping my arms and legs around him to squeeze him tight. “And you’re it for me, Lukvenar. So we’d better find a way for me to stay in Kraken Cove.”
We don’t even change the sheets. I’m not sure if Oliver is coming back to the apartment, or if he’s staying with friends or family. I don’t care. All I know is I’m so sure of what I’m doing for the first time in ages. I’m no longer second guessing my decisions.