Chapter 13 #2
Her hips jerked, and she gasped into his mouth. She tilted her head back, and he grazed her throat with lips and teeth. Delight rushed along every nerve in her body.
“Jax,” Macy said with a throaty sigh.
He growled her name; it rumbled from his chest and into her, stronger and more provocative than the music.
He tensed, kneading her flesh, and Macy heard the clack of his closing teeth near her ear.
Something hard and slick jutted out beneath her, nestling against the crevice between her ass cheeks.
It felt like no other part of his body. She knew enough about males to guess what it was.
She raised her head. His features were drawn, his lips pressed tight.
“Jax? What’s wrong?”
He held her gaze for a few moments, and then she felt him pulling away, hand falling from her hair to shoulder, attempting to put space between them.
“Don’t,” she said.
Jax stilled. Macy cupped his jaw and brushed her thumb over his cheek.
“Don’t,” she repeated gently.
“This is not what you want,” he rasped.
“Isn’t it?”
His brow furrowed, and his pupils expanded as he searched her face.
The music thumped, distant and forgotten, overpowered by the heavy, quick beat of Macy’s heart. She wanted Jax more than she could express. Perhaps it was wrong, or unnatural, and part of her was scared…but she didn’t care about that.
She’d told him she was his; now she wanted to be his.
And she wanted Jax to be hers, too.
Without releasing her hold on him, she leaned to the side. Jax slipped his other hand to her ass, supporting her, as she turned off the music. The familiar roar of the waterfall returned to prominence, backed by the quieter cries of the sea from outside. It was music that suited Jax far better.
She righted herself and looked at him. The urgency of her lust had waned, but its strength was undiminished. With her skin overly sensitive, her breasts heavier, and her sex wet with need, Macy felt like a stranger in her own body.
That lent a new sense of excitement to the experience.
Jax tipped his head down, pressing his forehead to hers, and inhaled. He slid a tentacle up each of her legs. They coiled lightly around her calves and brushed her inner thighs.
Macy gasped at the sensation.
“Your scent is maddening, Macy.” His shaft throbbed against her backside.
She flushed; knowing he could smell her was unsettling and arousing at once. Closing her eyes, she moved her hand from his face to the back of his head.
“I’ve never done this,” Macy said. “I’m…not sure what to do, but I’m not…I’m not uncertain of you, Jax.”
His clawed hands flexed. “I don’t want to frighten you. We are…different. I am not like the man your suit showed you.”
“I know, and I don’t care.” Macy laughed softly and shook her head. “Maybe I should, but I don’t. I…I want to see. To know you. To…explore you.” She brushed her lips against his. “I want you.”
Jax’s shaft slid along her thighs and stomach as he lowered her, and he shuddered. When she was on her feet, he moved back.
Macy watched his face, noting the vulnerability in his eyes.
She understood his concern — that she’d find him repulsive, that she’d truly think him a monster — just as she knew it was unfounded.
She lowered her eyes to his broad shoulders and their markings, along his torso, over ridges of muscle draped in velvety-soft skin.
Catching her lower lip between her teeth, she forced her gaze lower, past the darkened skin, stopping on his jutting shaft. Her eyes widened, and she exhaled in a rush. It was long, thick, and glistening with a sheen of moisture, its color lightening toward its rimmed tip.
But she wasn’t shocked by his lack of a scrotum, or that he secreted his own lubrication; no, it was the thin, two-centimeter-long feelers around the base of his shaft that caught her off guard. She knew exactly where those would touch.
“Macy…”
She looked up. The vulnerability in his eyes now warred with the tension in his posture. His hands were fisted at his sides, shoulders squared, chin angled down. Macy stepped closer.
Jax held his ground, nostrils and siphons flaring.
Dropping her gaze again, she reached for him. His erection twitched as she held her hand over it until she finally wrapped her fingers around his girth. It was warm and hard, his soft skin made slick by its coating.
A tremor coursed through Jax, and he released a shuddering breath.
Encouraged by his reaction, she slid her fist to the base of his shaft, where the small tendrils moved over her hand with surprising strength. She stroked one with her finger.
Jax groaned. The feeler ran along Macy’s finger with an almost rhythmic, undulating flutter.
Exhaling, Macy squeezed her thighs together. No, she didn’t feel repulsion toward him. There was only pure, undeniable desire; she saw him, felt him, wanted him.
He wrapped a tentacle around her wrist and withdrew her hand from his shaft, guiding it to his chest and releasing it. Before she could react, his hands fell onto her thighs and slid up, hooking the hem of her dress.
Macy caught his wrists. He paused, meeting her gaze, and resumed the upward motion of his hands. She didn’t resist. A tentacle followed in the wake of each of his palms, suction cups brushing lightly over her outer thighs before curling around to trace the curve of her backside.
She shivered when his touch flowed over her hips and along her sides, the air cool against her heated skin as more of it was gradually exposed.
The tip of a tentacle crossed the flat of her stomach and caressed the underside of her breasts.
She raised her arms as his hands moved up their lengths, pushing the dress up and off, and her hair fell around her naked shoulders.
Instinct demanded she cover herself, but Jax held her arms apart, keeping her bared to his hungry, gleaming gaze.
Jax settled his gaze on Macy’s face and followed the lines of her jaw, down over her chin and along the column of her neck. He lingered at the hollow of her throat, nearing the edge of the familiar; her dress had hidden most everything below this point. The unknown, as ever, called to him.
He lowered his eyes and took in the swell of her breasts; they were more defined than those of female kraken, which were less pronounced when not nursing young. The erect buds of her nipples were deeper pink than the rest of her skin.
Lower still; his gaze slipped over her stomach, past the slight dip of her belly button and the flared curves of her hips. He paused his attention briefly on the triangular patch of golden hair between her legs, which coaxed his eye downward a little farther.
Coiling his tentacles more firmly around her thighs, he spread them wider, allowing him a glimpse of the pink flesh of her slit.
How had he resisted for so long? How had he touched her, been touched by her, and not yet given in to the consuming fire of his needs?
“You are beautiful.” His voice was husky, nearly a growl. He looked up and met her half-lidded eyes.
“Jax…”
He slid his hands up her arms and over her shoulders, then back down to cover her breasts. Her smooth, firm flesh yielded to his touch, and Macy closed her eyes and arched into his palms. He kneaded gently before he took her nipples between the pads of his fingers and stroked them.
Macy grasped his biceps and moaned.
Jax moved his tentacle down from her stomach, over the patch of hair, and ran the tip slowly along her folds.
She gasped, opening her eyes wide. Her legs jerked, squeezing against his hold.
Her arousal coated his tentacle with moisture; its sweetness on his suction cups was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. His mouth watered with the desire to taste her on his tongue.
Panting, Macy tightened her grip on his arms and subtly tilted her hips into his touch. Jax moved his tentacle again. Her entire body reacted, and she whimpered his name.
He dropped his hands to her backside and lifted her, drawing her legs against his sides with his tentacles. She undulated her hips against his abdomen as he carried her to the edge of the island.
“Where are we going?” Her confusion didn’t seem to affect her desire.
When he reached the end of the land, he turned and slipped into the water, sitting her on the edge.
He sank down until his face was level with her pelvis.
She propped herself on her elbows and watched as he placed his hands on her knees, spreading them wide, and guided her legs over his shoulders.
It granted him a full view of her glistening sex.
“Oh,” she breathed.
He glanced up, and Macy averted her eyes. Her face was red, and she caught her lip between her flat, white teeth.
“Macy…”
Despite her hesitance, her gaze was bright with need. “I’ve… I don’t know what to…”
“You do not have to do anything.” Jax raised his front tentacles out of the water, running them up her legs and around her waist to cradle the small of her back. He moved a hand to her sex and slid the back of a finger along her folds.
She shivered and made a soft sound, lifting her hips.
With a second finger, he parted her sex, revealing the hidden petals within. Lured by her scent, he leaned closer, extended his tongue, and licked.
Macy bucked, digging her heels into his back, and put a hand on his head. “Jax!”
Her taste swept through his mouth and overwhelmed his senses; he needed more. His cock throbbed with aching need, his hearts pounded, and he longed to sink into her heat, but the discomfort was a small price for another taste of her.
He pressed his lips to her sex and kissed, flicking his tongue along her soft, smooth flesh and over the small nub at the top of her cleft. Macy dropped her head back with a cry, and her entire body jolted.
Curious, he did it again; the moment he brushed the nub, she came to life, pulling him closer with her legs as she sagged onto the ground. She withdrew her hand from his head, grasping handfuls of her hair.