I gasp as he drags me down until our bodies are pressed together, one hand tilting my head back to look at him. Those stormy eyes lock on me as he leans in, his lips almost touching mine as he speaks. “You could never be like them. Yes, for a moment, when I saw you, all I saw was the people who had hurt me, but then you smiled at me. You spoke to me, and you became you. You became Cora. You became mymeasma. You could never be like them, and you’re not. You are not human anymore, you are ours. You are part of the Dead Lands.” He licks my lips, making my eyes widen. “Which makes you part monster in my eyes, and all mine right now.”
“Zetros—”
“Say my name again,” he murmurs, closing his eyes as he uses my hips to drag me back and forth across his hard cock, which I can feel pressing against my already awake and needy pussy. He has me throbbing and groaning as I press my hands to his chest, desperate for more but almost afraid to take it. Shaking my head, I try to push back the desire, not wanting to rush this with him. He needs time for him to be sure.
“Zetros,” I say again, about to stop this, but it seems hearing his name on my lips is what unleashes the beast. One second, I’m astride him, and the next, I’m on my back in our cell with him hovering above me, his lips twisted in a snarl. He might look like a man right now, but when he presses his nose to my neck and inhales, he’s just a beast. A groan vibrates through his body, and I feel it in my core, making me shiver below him.
“We made a deal to taste your magic,measma,” he rumbles as I swallow. “And I plan to claim my price right now.”
“But—”
I don’t get time to finish. He cuts me off by slamming his lips to mine. I gasp in surprise, and he sweeps his tongue inside, tangling it with mine, tasting every inch of my surrender. That’s what this is—I surrender to him. I stop trying to make his decision for him and just trust that this ancient kraken knows what he wants.
And it seems to be me.
He tastes like the wild, deep sea, like a storm brewing on the horizon as it moves closer, preparing to violently topple trees and flood whole cities. Zetros is all chaotic waves and violent riptides. Everything inside of me wants to be caught in his current and pulled beneath the waves of his consciousness, and if there’s one thing I know, it’s that I would happily let him pull me under.
Blood pumps through my body, awakening every inch of me. That same call I felt to the water pulls me now, forcing my heart into overdrive, every sensation tripled as I whimper. The ocean consumes me, swallows me whole.
When he pulls back, I have to force my eyes open, seeing a satisfied smirk pulling at his lips. “Thank the waves you’ve stopped trying to be good.” Leaning back down, he licks my lips before dragging his lips to my ear. “I much prefer you bad. Now lie back and let me taste the magic like you promised.”
“By all means, don’t let me stop you,” I mumble, reaching out to stroke his shoulders and down his back. He groans, his eyes sliding shut, and shivers under my touch. It’s heady to watch such a powerful man be weak for me, so I lean up and nip his chin, making his eyes fly wide. “Better hurry, kraken. Who knows when the orcs will be back.”
He wastes no more time. Spurred on by my teasing, he licks and nips down my neck, making me moan as I drag my nails up the corded muscle of his neck and through his hair, holding onto the wavy strands as he tastes every inch of me like he will die if he doesn’t.
For a moment, I worry about the others watching, I worry about Grim’s reaction, but when I turn my head and meet his eyes through the bars of the cell, he just smirks and doesn’t look away. Even as Zetros pulls down my pants, licking down my legs and back up, Grim’s desire continues to flicker in his eyes.
Zetros pulls my eyes back to him when he nips my thigh. “Eyes on me,measma, always on me.”
I want to make a pun about him being used to wet environments, but all thoughts flee my mind when his mouth seals over my pussy and he starts to eat me like a starving man—er, beast. My back arches off the floor, and my eyes slam shut, especially when he drags his tongue from my clit to my ass and back, tasting every inch of me.
“Delicious, just like I knew you would be. Sweet. Soft and so pretty.” He groans, settling his big shoulders between my thighs and rolling his eyes up to mine. “I can almost taste the magic.” He drops his mouth back to my pussy, licking and sucking me like it’s his last meal. He flicks my clit before plunging his tongue inside me and fucking me with it, and I’m helpless.
I reach down and tangle my hands in his hair, pulling him closer as I throw my legs over his shoulders and grind into his tongue, needing more, needing everything. He doesn’t go easy on me. He pulls his tongue free and thrusts two fingers inside me, curling them and stroking them inside me with expert movements. At the same time, his lips wrap around my clit and suck, and all the pleasure, all the need, explodes through me in an orgasm I didn’t even feel coming. It rips through me, and he seals his mouth to my hole, sucking and drinking in my release and the magic that pulses from me like a physical wave.
He doesn’t stop licking me until I push him away, oversensitive and breathing so heavily, it’s embarrassing. Flopping to my back, I force my eyes open as he crawls up my body and kisses me softly, letting me taste myself on his lips.
Sweet and wild, just like he said.
He starts to pull away, and I frown, lifting my legs and wrapping them around his waist. “Where the hell do you think you’re going, kraken?” I demand.
“I got my taste—that was our deal,” he murmurs, glancing away.
I grab his face and jerk his gaze back to mine. “Then we make a new deal or no deal at all. I don’t care, but fuck me already,” I tell him and then hold my breath, wondering if I’ve pushed him too far, but the smile that blooms on his face is like the sun breaking through the darkness that exists for everyone in the Dead Lands.
“No deal. We don’t need it anymore between us. Just desire.” He leans down and kisses me hard, stealing all my words before lifting up. “You saw my cock, Cora,” he purrs, licking my lips. “But did you know what my stilma are for?”
I’m having a really hard time following the conservation, but I shake my head.
“Stilma?” I reply raggedly.
“Tentacles, I believe you called them.” He nips my lips as I rock my hips against his hard length, needing it inside me more than I need my next breath. “Well, they bring pleasure too. Shall I show you?”
“I—Fuck, yes,” I mutter, eyes wide as he sits back on his knees and quickly strips so he’s naked above me. He’s so achingly beautiful, he looks like a god coming to steal my innocence. Even the small tentacles around his hard cock have me aching for him, because those differences just make him…him.
My kraken.
My Zetros.
