Chapter 15 Darius
Chapter fifteen
Darius
The rest of the day speeds by in a swirl of tinsel, lights, and ornaments. When I originally mentioned decorating my tea shop with Christmas décor, I thought it would be a sweet way to spend time with my mate while we put up a few lights.
I hadn’t anticipated a day of holding hands as we shopped through all of Heart’s Hollow, traveling from shop to shop, finding the ‘perfect pieces.’ Afterward, we spent the night listening to music, chatting, and decorating. Apparently, Kaleb takes decorating for Christmas very seriously.
In all honesty, today felt like a series of dates compressed into one very magical day.
All the while, my kraken cheered and sang, celebrating that our mate wanted to try living with us.
As soon as we make it home, we get Cleo’s food dish and bed set up.
I peer around the living room, trying to picture where the best place would be for a Christmas tree, because after today, I know Kaleb will be thrilled to make our home just as spirited with holiday cheer.
I’m so distracted that when an intense feeling of lust travels down the bond, I almost fall to my knees.
I smirk.
Kaleb still needs to get a handle on sending things through our connection, because I’m not entirely sure he meant to broadcast just how horny he is. Only right as I’m about to open my mouth and tease him, Kaleb sends me an image.
A very sexy image.
Kaleb, on the bed naked, with me towering over him, completely shifted.
Two of my tentacles hold down his ankles, while my hands bind his wrists.
He’s kicking and squirming, trying to get away.
Except I know he doesn’t want to get away at all.
He wants me to hold him down, so he’s trapped and completely at my mercy.
Fuck, talk about a vivid imagination. The image makes my cock hard, and the suckers on my tentacle tattoos expand, desperate to shift.
Movement catches my eye. Kaleb is standing there—shirtless.
He’s leaning against my bedroom doorframe with a heated look on his face.
His wavy blond hair is down, cascading over his shoulders with a few strands caressing his hard nipples.
He’s in a pair of sweats and is already wearing the new fuzzy red Christmas socks we bought earlier today.
The socks would almost make me chuckle if not for the thick erection in his grey sweatpants. The material hangs low on his hips, and I groan. Fuck me. No wonder ‘Sweatpants Season’ is a thing.
Stalking forward, I crowd him against the door. He pulls me into a filthy kiss that has my heart racing in just a few moments. Well, two can play that game. I want him just as desperate and needy as me. “What was that naughty little image you sent my way?” I growl, staring into his pretty eyes.
Kaleb smirks. “It’s what I want.”
“Is that so?” I purr, trailing kisses up his jaw before whispering in his ear. “You want me to shift for you, pretty mate? You want me to hold you down with my tentacles and have my way with you?”
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers, pressing his thick erection against my thigh, seeking friction.
I chuckle low. “All right, love. Get in our room and strip for me.”
His eyes widen with shock. “Our room?”
I smirk. “You heard me. Now, are you going to keep me waiting?”
He fumbles for the door before flipping around and rushing into the bedroom, desperately tugging his sweats off. Internally, I groan as soon as I see his perfectly round ass. Gods, he’s sexy as fuck. I give that perfect ass a little smack.
Kaleb’s breath whooshes out of him as he spins around. His thick cock is so hard it’s almost standing straight up. Damn, to be young. “Look at you,” I rumble. “My pretty little mate, already leaking precum for me.”
I strip as I talk, all the while Kaleb’s eyes practically devour me. Once I’m completely naked, a bout of nerves rolls through me, but it’s that lust in Kaleb’s eyes that encourages me to be brave. Slowly, I begin my transformation.
I let my tentacle tattoos change from their usual black outlines to filling in with color. Royal blue and ruby red. My tattoos travel down my body, squirming and gyrating slowly. I put on a show for my fated, and it’s then that I realize I’m doing a mating dance. I laugh.
Kaleb is too busy absentmindedly stroking his cock and watching my tattoos. “I knew it. They move! And the color. Oh, the color is stunning.”
My inner kraken preens. Calling forward the ocean magic deep within me, I shift. First, the thicker tentacles join my legs, helping my body hold me up with all the extra mass. Then, the smaller, skinnier tentacles emerge.
“Oh, fuck,” Kaleb gasps, stroking his cock faster now.
“Easy, love,” I tease. “We don’t need you coming before I even get started.”
Kaleb whimpers, ignoring my remark. “You are so fucking sexy. Gods, all these tentacles. Those suckers. Merry freaking Christmas to me.”
I laugh. But inside, the insecure side of myself that I keep hidden from the world cracks.
Just a little, shedding away some of that negativity I’ve built around my heart.
Not only am I with my mate, but he also accepts me.
All of me. Even more than that, he’s attracted to me.
It’s more than I ever could have wished for.
For years, I begged for just one person to see me, to not be scared or disgusted, and here’s my caring, beautiful mate, getting aroused just at the sight of me.
“Gods, Kaleb. You fucking wreck me. You’re perfect, love. My other half. My soul’s mate.” It’s the closest I can get to a love confession this early in our relationship.
I must be projecting through the bond, though. Because Kaleb’s eyes briefly change from lust to something more tender. “All right, my mate, enough talk.”
Smirking, I stalk forward, letting my legs and tentacles project forward faster than any mere human should move, even out of water. Two of my tentacles wrap around Kaleb before tossing him onto the soft bed.
“Oh gods, that was hot!”
I chuckle, noticing the way he said gods, already adapting to our paranormal ways.
Using two of my skinnier tentacles, I wrap them around his ankles and tug.
He slides easily down the bed. His cock jerks, dripping more precum.
My mate really does love to be dominated.
Then, reenacting the image he sent me, I lean over the bed and grab his wrists with my hands.
I hold him captive, just like he wants. Instead of fighting, though, he submits to my touch.
My hard cock is already pointing straight at him, and as if sensing my train of thought, he looks down and licks his lips. I can tell he’s already desperate for me, but first I want to have a little fun. I’ve always wanted to tease my partner, to edge them with all my extra appendages.
While maintaining my hold on him, I use my free tentacles to caress his neck, his chest, his nipples.
I employ all my little suckers to drive him wild.
My tentacles are everywhere, teasing his cock, his balls.
Trailing up his neck and sliding between his thighs.
The tip of one of my skinnier tentacles gathers some of his precum and traces his rim.
He sucks in a deep, shuddering breath. “Oh gods, oh gods.” I use the tip to push in slowly. I pause all my other ministrations to give his tight little hole time to adjust.
“Oh gods. Please, Darius. Please.”
I kiss his neck, which only drives him even wilder. “What is it, love? What do you want me to do to you?”
Needy, animalistic sounds tumble from his lips.
I slip my tentacle free and let go of his wrists. “Do you need my cock?”
He shivers when I begin to tease his hole with just the tip. As a mer-kraken, my mating tentacle leaks extra precum, plenty to slick the way. I smear it all over my cock and his rim before lining myself up.
I start to push when he gasps. “No.”
I freeze in place, heart pounding wildly. Quickly, I scan his body, his face. Oh gods. Did I mess this up already?
“I want you to fuck me with your mating tentacle.”
My jaw falls slack with shock. My mating tentacle is thicker. Plus, all the suckers make the appendage extra textured, unlike a smooth cock.
“I’ve never—” I’ve fucked plenty of men and women with my cock, but I’ve never fucked anyone with my mating tentacle. Not that I can get Kaleb pregnant or anything; it’s just a very intimate thing. I’ve been told that it’s the most pleasurable thing a kraken can experience.
“I know,” Kaleb squirms. “I want to be your first.”
“Are you sure?” I ask. My kraken thrashes inside of me, desperate to feel our mate. Almost as if against my will, my mating tentacle uncoils on its own, growing thick with anticipation. More precum leaks from the suckers, getting ready.
“Yes, Dare. I want to feel you inside me.”
I nod eagerly, unable to hold myself back. I’m going to drive my mate absolutely feral. My tentacle finds his tight hole. It begins to push, and keeps pushing, sinking deep inside of him. Kaleb moans a needy, keening sound that almost makes me come right here and now.
Once I’m inside him, I hold still, letting him adjust to the thickness. My cock lies heavy against his, and even that is almost too much. Then, I keep my promise and begin to really drive him crazy.
I use every appendage to caress, tease, and stroke as I start thrusting inside him.
“Oh fuck. So good, so good,” he babbles. “The stretch, the suction. It’s so deep.”
His needy whimpers encourage me to move faster. My tentacles find both of his nipples, switching between flickering and sucking. My other tentacles suck—everywhere. And I mean everywhere. My inner kraken takes charge, marking our mate all over his body until he’s a desperate mess.
“Yes! Harder, Dare. Harder. Oh fuck! Just like that, baby.”
“Fucking hell, Kaleb. I’m going to come,” I pant. “I’m going to claim you now.” With my hand, I grab both of our cocks and pump in time with my erratic, pounding thrusts.
Kaleb’s hole tightens around my tentacle. Gods. He’s strangling me. He tightens even more as he screams. Suddenly, we’re both coming everywhere. Our cocks are painting his chest and abs with ropes of white cum, and my mating tentacle marks him from the inside.
The pleasure is so much, so intense, I can tell the moment we both black out from the shared pleasure coursing through our bond. My mate. I think to myself. My perfect mate. I’m going to cherish this man for the rest of my life.