The Kraken's Sacrifice (A Deal With a Demon #2)(24)

Thane looms over me. I don’t know why it’s so terrifying and sexy that he still seems distant even while holding me down. He crosses his arms over his chest, the very picture of irritation . . . until I look into his eyes. There’s nothing cold or distant there. He’s staring at my body like I’m his favorite dessert and he doesn’t know where he wants to start. “You are a perpetual trial, Catalina.”

Tell me something I haven’t heard before. “Ooooh. Big scary kraken.” I don’t know why I say it, other than the fact I’ve never known when to quit.

“Stop talking or I will gag you.” Both his tone and expression are infuriatingly serious. Too serious to test him.

With a glare, I make a show of pressing my lips together. His lips twist in a smirk, and then two tentacles slither up my spread thighs toward my pussy.

I hold his gaze. This feels like the wildest game of chicken I’ve ever played, but I refuse to fold first. He’ll do what he threatened, or he won’t. Either way, I win. He didn’t send me away again. Not yet. He’s here, and he’s touching me and giving me his full attention.

“What will it take?” He almost sounds like he’s muttering to himself rather than talking to me. “More orgasms? Fucking your ass?”

“Do it,” I gasp. “All of it. Now. Please.”

One tentacle reaches my pussy and presses inside. I whimper in response. I’d convinced myself that I had imagined how good it felt last time, had built it up in my head until it was far too good to be real. It’s soft and yet hard at the same time, and it’s . . . twisting.

I’m so focused on that strange sensation, I almost miss the other tentacle pressing into my ass. It’s just slippery enough to manage it, and he stops before he’s gone too far. I try to keep silent. Truly, I do. But I am who I am. I gasp out a little breathy moan. “Oooh. Kinky.”

“I told you, Catalina.” He shakes his head slowly.

Another tentacle lashes out and winds around my head, covering my mouth. I try to curse, but he uses my open mouth to create a gag, sliding his tentacle between my teeth. He tastes slick and faintly like salt water, just like last time.

He works more and more tentacle into my pussy. The fullness is almost overwhelming—much more than the first time. I try to writhe, but I can’t say if I’m trying to get away or get closer. I hate that he’s surrounding me so effectively but hasn’t put his hands on me.

“This is better,” Thane muses. “You’re so much more pleasant when you’re like this.” His tentacle twists inside of me, the fullness making me feel like I’m about to burst. It’s too much. I make a muffled cry of protest, and he stops stuffing me. He doesn’t retreat, though. Instead, he moves closer . . . or moves me closer to him, his tentacles shifting my body.

Pleasure beats through my blood as he looks down at me. This went sideways so quickly, and I still can’t pretend I’d do anything differently. I’m sure as fuck not bored at the moment, even if I feel a bit like Thane’s fuck doll. The distance between us, though less now, kills me.

“Touch me.” The words are garbled behind the gag.

“I am touching you.” He tilts me back, lifting my lower half so he can get an unobstructed view of where he’s filling me. “Yes, I like you like this.” His tentacle in my pussy starts pulsing in time with my racing heart. It’s the tiniest of movements, but it has me bowing my back and moaning around the tentacle in my mouth. I’m so close. If he just keeps that up . . .

“Mouthy little brat.” He still has that distant tone that drives me wild, but his voice is a little rougher than normal. “You can’t provoke me into fucking you. You’ve made this a contest of wills.” He tsks. “You’ll get my cock when you earn it.”

I whimper. There isn’t a thought in my head beyond more, please give me more. I’m so close, it hurts, teetering on the edge of a truly devastating orgasm. And still he watches me like I’m an interesting specimen he could take or leave. I hate it. I love it.

I start struggling. I don’t know how to do anything else. It makes him pulse harder inside me, makes his tentacles wrap tighter around my limbs to keep me splayed open.

Finally, Thane presses a hand to my lower stomach. “Enough.”

I freeze.

He twists his hand so his thumb can brush my clit. “Prove you can be a good girl, Catalina.” His touch is so soft, I don’t know if I’d be able to feel it if I weren’t one giant nerve ending of anticipation right now. I think I might be sobbing. I can’t be certain.

“How?”

I don’t know how he understands me. Maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he’s simply waiting for me to lose control entirely. Thane’s lips quirk in a way that’s almost cruel. “Be a good girl and cum for me. Now.”

I don’t want to. I suddenly don’t want to give Thane a single damned thing, if only to wipe the satisfied smirk off his face. Unfortunately my body has other ideas.

I orgasm. The wave rises and rises before cresting and then cresting again. When it rises the third time, I cry out in protest. Too much. It’s too fucking much. It hits with the force of a tsunami, crashing into me and taking me under.

Sometime later, I surface to the sensation of being carried in humanoid arms, not tentacles. The temptation to open my eyes is nearly overwhelming, but I’m suddenly afraid if Thane realizes I’m awake, he’ll put me down and disappear again. Instead, I cuddle against his broad chest. He tightens his arms around me in response.