The Kraken's Sacrifice (A Deal With a Demon #2)(13)

He wraps a tentacle around my waist and lifts me before moving us both toward the bed. Once again, he keeps a careful distance between us, standing at the edge of the bed as his tentacles slide over my body. They circle my wrists and tug them over my head to pin me against the mattress. Two more tentacles wrap around my thighs and press them wide.

Gentle. He’s so damned gentle with me. It doesn’t matter. I pull on his hold, and I might as well try to fight against iron for all I can move.

Desire surges, so strong that it takes my breath away. “That’s a start.”

His brow furrows. “You talk too much.”

I ignore the sting of the statement. Mostly. “That’s only because you’re not doing your job properly. Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to talk at all.” I take a breath to keep going but moan when the tips of two tentacles prod at my pussy.

He parts me, and as exposed as I feel right now, I can’t stop looking at his face as he stares at the apex of my thighs. Thane looks . . . tormented.

That’s new. Normally when I take partners to bed, they’re enthusiastic or withdrawn, but I’ve never been looked at like I’m the source of every irritation in their lives and yet they can’t stop themselves from touching me. It’s a heady thing, even as it hurts a little.

Thane chose me for the bargain. He turned down Azazel’s offer to change me out. He took the barest invitation from me and ripped off my clothes and spread me out like his own personal buffet.

I don’t know why he’s acting like he doesn’t want this.

There’s no opportunity to ask, though. Not with him pressing one tentacle into me. It doesn’t feel like anything I’ve experienced before. It’s not hard like a cock or fingers or a dildo. It’s certainly not warm and wet like a mouth, though a tongue is the closest comparison I can find. Even if the texture isn’t quite right. His tentacle is cool and almost fluid as he explores the inside of me.

God, that feels good. Really good.

I try to keep my eyes open to watch his expression, to drink in the utter concentration on his face. It doesn’t matter if he seems conflicted. He’s doing what I asked and making me feel good. And he’s doing it well too.

The tentacle inside me twists, and I cry out. Thane freezes. “Good?”

“Good,” I gasp. “Keep doing that.”

After a beat, he resumes the movement. Twisting and twisting. I distantly register that he’s feeding me more of his tentacle, filling me almost uncomfortably, but I can’t think past the pleasure pounding through me in time with the beat of my heart. Is he using suckers down there? Is that what the steady pulsing is inside me? It’s so good, and yet, even as it builds, I’m not certain I can get there. “My clit. I need you to touch my clit.”

He hesitates. I have the hysterical thought that I’m going to have to teach this kraken what a clitoris is, but Thane doesn’t give me a chance to. Another tentacle slithers around my waist and down my stomach to my clit. He gives me an almost-tentative stroke, and then his expression goes hard. “Beg for it.”

I almost do. Almost. But I am who I am, and I’ve never submitted easily once in my life. “Make me.”

The tentacle reverses course. I cry out in protest, and he takes that opportunity to shove a different tentacle into my mouth. It doesn’t penetrate far. It certainly doesn’t hurt, but it shocks me all the same. He’s faintly salty on my tongue, his tentacles covered in the same vaguely rubbery skin as his torso. One of the small suckers pulls at my tongue, and I moan.

“It will feel even better on your clit.” The rough edge to his cold voice is the only indication that he’s affected by what he’s doing to me. He gives my tongue one last suck and eases his tentacle from my mouth.

I’ll fight him later. I need this too much right now. Words bubble up and escape so fast that they tumble over each other as they leave my lips. “Please. My clit. Do that to my clit. Make me cum. Please.”

He watches me for several beats even as he continues fucking me with one tentacle. I open my mouth to keep begging, but it ends up not being necessary. The tentacle he had in my mouth courses down my body. This time, there’s no hesitation as it slides against my heated flesh. I register that it slides better now that it’s wet with my spit and almost cum on the spot. “Thane!”

“Give it to me,” he snaps.

My brain wants to deny him for the sake of denying him. My body has other ideas. He twists one last time inside me and presses one of his suckers to my clit. It feels like a bomb goes off inside me. I scream, and my back bows as the entire room devolves into static. I’ve orgasmed before, of course. I’ve orgasmed a lot.

None of those past ones compare to this.

I think I actually black out a little. I’m vaguely aware of him easing out of me and pulling back the covers on the bed so he can tuck me in. All without touching me with his hands. I actually reach for him before I remember myself and let my hand drop to the bed.

“Consider us even, Catalina.” His voice still has that extra rasp of desire.

I watch him cross the room, but he bypasses the door. It’s only then that I realize there’s a pool in the corner of the room. Thane slips into it and disappears beneath the water. He doesn’t look back once.

All I want to do is sleep, but I struggle out of the comfortable bed and stumble to the edge of the pool. It’s an irregular shape that makes me wonder if it was carved out of the floor or if it’s a natural occurrence. I go to one knee and touch the water. It’s not freezing, but it’s definitely not a hot spring. The water is the same vaguely balmy temperature that I registered before Thane surfaced. It’s also clear. I peer down into it. There are several divots that might be for sitting or lounging, but the part that catches and holds my attention is the hole in the center descending into darkness.