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Her breath comes out in a rush. Cindi’s eyes have an awed bewilderment to them that matches the sweet notes of desire and curiosity from her. The heat of her gaze has a low groan rumbling through my chest.
The sound snaps her out of her trance, making her go back to fighting me. “Get that thing away from me,” she says, voice heavy with something other than disgust.
I grit my teeth. Her words are at odds with the way she clearly desires me too. My mate looks at me like I’m a monstrosity, and yet, this is the second time her body has reacted in such a way.
It’s likely fate forcing Cindi’s hand, her physical form responding to our connection.
She doesn’t actually want me.
My anger rises at the realization—a muted thought somewhere beneath the cloud of lust.
She suddenly stiffens and lowers her gaze in an act of submission. I force myself to relax, wanting to shower her with my devotion to prove that though my fury runs deep, she will always be safe with me.
My breeding arm bobs against her, seed dripping onto her smooth skin. I open my mouth without thinking. “Yes, that’s what I was trying to say. Do you have problems with your hearing—” I clear my throat. This is my mate, not another kraken.
My tentacles have locked up around her, refusing to release Cindi or put space between us so I can deal with the agonizing distraction. No matter how hard I try, my repeated attempts at softening my sex or lowering it back down isn’t working. I’m going to keep saying the wrong thing.
“Show me your feet,” I try softly. Focusing my attention back on her injury might make my limbs compliant again.
Her jaw drops, and her earlier show of placation vanishes. “While your cock is staring at me? I think the fuck not. You’ve got the wrong girl for that, buddy. Why are you?—“
Cock.
A shudder works down my spine from hearing that word on Cindi’s lips.
It’s a new word I’ve been hearing humans use more and more. I never found it very appealing until my mate said it.
My bulb hardens until it’s excruciating. I clamp my mouth shut to suppress my pained groans, stars flashing behind my eyes.
My hand wraps around the knot, imagining it’s Cindi’s instead, and I stroke, trying to lessen the tension enough for my limbs to settle so I can think clearly. The pressure sends stars shooting behind my eyes as more of my seed drips onto my tentacle before pooling on her smooth skin.
“You’re getting your cum on me!” I grunt when her nails sink into my arms. It thickens my cock, undoing any progress I’ve made. “Stop it. Stop it right now, kraken.”
“Ordus,” I rumble, breathing in her desire fogging the air. “My name is Ordus.”
This was not how I wanted to spill my seed for the first time, with ashen notes of my mate’s fear tainting her lust. It feels like a waste not to coat my mate’s sex in it. I doubt any such suggestion would be forthcoming.
“Fine,” she pants, darkened eyes still firmly on my breeding arm as the pretty red blush colors her chest. “Stop jerking off like a fucking barbarian, Ordus.”
I chuckle, cock leaking all on its own at hearing her say my name. “Mate, you are not helping the situation.”
She gives the angry, swollen tentacle a pointed look since her arms are still trapped. “I’m telling you to let go of your dick! How is that not helping?”
“Your voice, little mate.” I blow out a breath, shivering when I move my fist up and down, picturing it’s her wet sex wrapped around me. “If you want me to stop, I suggest you stay quiet, or else the sound of your voice will make me harden more. I cannot make it—I did not—I’m trying—” I clear my throat and drop my head in shame. “I apologize.”
I feel Cindi’s eyes searching me. I’m not sure what she’s looking for or what she finds. All she offers is a resounding, whispered, “Okay,” before falling silent. Eyes locked on me as I massage the bulb, squeezing and shifting, grunting and swallowing groans, spraying my seed onto my tentacles and her skin, wishing to the Goddess that my mate will offer to relieve the tightness so I can do right by her.
My own body hates me, an uncontrollable monster deserving of all the scorn I’ve received my entire life.
I wish I could tell what she’s thinking. Her scent isn’t as sour as it was the other times I’ve touched her, but she’s as rigid as a board.
When I’ve softened enough for the organ to deflate, I revert my attention back to what matters: caring for my mate’s injuries. The unease hangs heavy between us. I keep my head down, letting my wet hair fall to hide my embarrassment.
Ribbons of cloying tension tangle around my throat, suffocating me with her silence. Cindi hardly moves as I carefully dab at the wounds on her feet and shin. She allows me to dress them and wrap them with the seaweed without interference.
No words are shared. No glances. Nothing is needed for me to know I’ve multiplied her hatred toward me.
The feeling is mutual.
“You can’t keep me here.” Her whispered words slice through the silence.
I know I shouldn’t subject her to endure my Curse, but I am a selfish, awful mate. I do not want to keep living in solitude.
“I need food, water,” she continues.
Pointing at the pool, I say, “Water.” I pull the bag from around my body to show her the fish flopping around. “Food.” I puff my chest out, just a little, but I know it will mean nothing. “I hunted the fish myself.” It’s foolish to think such an admission will change anything.
She shakes her head. “I can’t consume either of those things. I need human food.”
Her response flays me open. My mate would lie to me?
Humans have been hunting in our seas for centuries, depriving us of our sole source of food. They catch more than they can eat when they have game on land.
“I understand,” is all I say. Because I do.
It is not the first time someone has refused to eat what I have caught. One of Yannig’s friends spit it back out, claiming I poisoned it when everyone knew its only flaw was that I had touched it.
I throw the fish into the water so it can remain fresh for a while longer in case she changes her mind.
“Come,” I say, lifting her up and cradling her to my chest, even though I’m carrying the knowledge she will forever refuse to be here. “You must be tired.”
“Ordus, please.” The rawness in those two words tears me in half. She struggles weakly in my hold. “Take me back.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, relying on my limbs to safely get us to the alcove where I sleep. “No,” I grit out. “We will rest now.”
Perhaps the Goddess will pity me and open my mate’s eyes. Our union could be good. She might see me as a friend. But I know it won’t happen. It probably never will.
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Cindi
Ordus’ dick looks like one of my dildos.
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