Chapter 13 #3
Releasing a growl, Jax closed his eyes and delved into her, licking, nipping, sucking; drinking in her essence. She writhed beneath him, hips undulating against his mouth. He held her fast, allowing her no escape. The air was redolent with her scent and filled with her throaty whispers and moans.
He’d never heard such sounds from female kraken; his kind mated in the water. Macy’s passionate cries urged him on and aroused him so much it hurt, but he couldn’t stop.
Jax latched onto the small nub and sucked.
Macy screamed, quivering, and lurched up to wrap her arms around his neck. Her blunt fingernails grazed his skin as nectar flowed from her sex. He drank greedily, not relenting until he’d lapped up every drop, until her arms fell away and her trembling subsided.
He guided her legs off his shoulders and kissed the patch of hair on her pelvis, kissed over stomach, her breasts, easing her down as he worked his way up. Bringing more of his tentacles forward, he latched onto the island and pulled himself up. Macy cupped his face.
Jax braced himself with a hand to either side of her and stared down, sliding his hips up until his shaft pressed against her folds.
Her heat flowed into him; he gritted his teeth, suppressing a shudder of pleasure.
He didn’t know how long he’d last. Before he’d seen her naked body, before he’d known if they could mate, he’d dreamt of this. Of her.
He held her gaze; they both knew that nothing would be same after this moment. Whatever relationship they’d formed would be forever altered. She’d chosen him. She was claiming him as her own.
Macy raised her knees, opening to him. She smiled.
Inhaling her scent, Jax closed his eyes. Her body was soft, awaiting his touch, welcoming their joining. And he couldn’t wait any longer.
He pulled back and grasped his cock in one hand, guiding its head to her sex.
His secretion combined with hers and eased his entrance as he slid into the tight heat of her channel.
She tensed. Her inner muscles gripped him, and her hands fell to his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. He stilled.
“Keep going,” Macy wrapped her legs around his waist.
The pressure was almost too much, and it took everything to keep from spilling in those first few moments.
She was stretching to accommodate him, to draw more of him in, but could he hold out long enough for it to matter?
His entire body tingled with the feel of her; he smelled nothing but her; Macy was the very air he breathed.
Steeling himself, he withdrew slightly — unable to suppress a groan — and thrust in, burying himself until their pelvises came together and the feelers at the base of his shaft caressed her sex. Macy let out a choked cry.
Incredible heat surrounded him, squeezed him, consumed him. Excruciating need surged within him.
Jax gazed down at her and knew that he was lost.
Macy was on fire. Every bit of her skin burned with the longing to be touched, kissed, caressed. The pain of his entrance had been fleeting, swept aside by the feel of him filling her. Her inner walls pulsed deliciously around his shaft. She tightened her legs, pulling him even deeper.
Jax bared his teeth in a growl and closed his eyes, his face a mask of agony and pleasure. He ground his hips against hers. Macy moaned as one of the tendrils flicked over her clit. They moved constantly, brushing the sensitive folds of her sex.
“Jax,” she breathed. Her body strained against him, and she whimpered as the sensations built within. Her nipples grazed his chest as she arched her back. “Please.”
He groaned and pumped his pelvis back and forward, intensifying the friction, forcing her pleasure to new, impossible heights. Each thrust was deeper, harder, and faster than the one before.
A tentacle trailed along her leg, starting at her toes and sliding up to her knee before moving down again.
It started with a spark. When it ignited, it roared through her in a flash of light.
Macy came with a series of cries, clenching Jax as she convulsed, and her consciousness shattered.
Waves of pleasure crashed through her, powerful and potent, and she was lost in their depths, left with nothing but pure sensation.
She writhed beneath him. She was no longer Macy; a wild, fiery thing had replaced her, bucking and clawing, fueled by pleasure and torn apart by it, its hunger insatiable.
Jax’s growl reverberated through Macy, heightening her climax as a new heat — his heat — flooded her. He pistoned his hips, slamming into her with fierce, desperate speed. A tentacle grasped each of her thighs, pulling her against him with more force.
Another orgasm ravaged her, more forceful than the last, and she screamed in rapture. Her sex quivered and clenched. She clung to Jax, drawing their bodies somehow closer as she rode it out.
Finally, they stilled, breath ragged and raw. Macy released him and eased onto the ground. She stared into his alien eyes, and her heart leapt.
He wore a faint smile, but the depth of emotion in his eyes was immense. They were filled with satisfaction, joy, possessiveness…and something more. He leaned down and kissed her.
Macy returned the kiss, brushing her fingers over his siphons and down his neck to settle on his shoulders.
She’d accepted Jax into her body, and she had no regrets.