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Cindi’s forehead pinches in confusion when I cup her cheek and tuck her hair behind her curved, human ears.
She needs only say the words, and I will mark her in return.
“Thank you,” I rasp, blood soaring with elation. “I would have preferred my chest or throat, so it is more obvious, but I suppose this will suffice. I will still wear it with pride. All will know I belong to you.”
I pull the knife out with my free tentacle and offer it to her. The blade digs into my limb so she does not accidentally hurt herself, but the pain isn’t noticeable beyond the excitement of having her mark me as hers for the rest of eternity.
Her jaw drops. I like this Cindi much better—when she’s not fighting me and her scent is only tainted by her underlying anger. And…she looks rather intrigued by me.
But my mate’s bewildered expression? I can’t place the reason for it.
“You want me to stab you again
?”
“Only if you’re offering.” I try to hide my hope. Cindi could engrave her name on my chest if she wanted.
“What the fuck?” She gasps.
“I will not force you to do it, but it would be my greatest honor if you did.” I dip my head.
I try not to notice my blood pouring onto her skin—I’m unsure whether she is the type who dislikes such things. Still, it drives me wild knowing I am marking her in my own way, covering her with my scent so every creature knows this treasure is mine.
My sex travels over her body, leaking and spilling my seed all over her supple flesh.
Cautiously, her soft fingers curl around the handle as she timidly takes the knife from me. She seems to be more settled when she has the weapon. I will find her more if that’s what brings her comfort.
I release her face, lowering my hands to her back and waist. Then, I tip my head to the side to expose my neck and chest. Even if she wishes to mark my cheek, I will be the happiest kraken in existence. My Cindi can do no wrong to me.
Instead, the joy of having my mate in my arms is severed when she slowly says, “Put me down and take me back home.”
Her steady confidence makes my chest swell with pride. Then, her words settle in.
My forehead wrinkles, and my tentacles clutch her tighter, refusing to let go. My sucker puckers hard around her nipple, and she jolts, perfuming the air with her sweet arousal, but her expression is tense and unhappy. Why did she mark me if she wanted me to take her home? Humans make no sense.
“I cannot do both. To return you, I must hold you.”
Cindi makes this thrilling squeaking sound when my tentacle latches onto her other nub. I can still taste her lust on my tongue, but her skin is dampening with fear. It lessons as I release more of my venom, making her body relax further like I wanted to in the water, to treat her injured arm.
“Fine. Then do it.” Her voice is just above a rough whisper through her gritted teeth. “We’ll go back tonight.”
I dip my head once. “No, thank you.”
Manners are a human value, are they not?
See, I do not need Yannig to tell me how to speak to my mate.
Like a gentle kraken, I keep my suckers exactly where they are, even though it is the greatest torture. My suffering means nothing as long as it brings her pleasure.
Cindi tries to wriggle away, but my suckers refuse to let go, inadvertently pulling at her breasts. I relish in the way her lips part on a silent gasp. My sex winds around her leg, rubbing my seed over her skin. It takes all my strength not to inch closer toward her heat.
My tentacles move with her as she lunges forward and presses the blade against my throat. Her fearsomeness almost makes me smile.
I say a silent prayer to the Goddess that she breaks skin and leaves a scar. My mate would never kill me.
I hope.
“I won’t let you take me to your fucking spaceship,” she hisses, her injured hand resting limp yet stiff on one of my limbs.
My brows knit together. I did not see any fresh cuts on it. Is my venom not helping? Is it a bone issue? Maybe healing it will be one of my first acts as her mate.
“My…” What is a spaceship? Oh, I believe I understand. “My boat is small and would leave you exposed to the elements. I mostly leave it by the hut.”
She blinks. “You mean to tell me aliens have no fancy technology?”
I am…confused. An alien? How does finding me unfamiliar impact technology?
“I have magic.” Is that what she’s referring to?
Cindi’s eyes dart around the den. “Like crystals and sage and stuff?”
I point to the wall. “I believe it is pronounced rock and algae.” Maybe I’m getting my English wrong.
“No, that’s not what I—” Cindi tightens her grip on the knife as she returns her glare on me. She wavers, slumping forward lightly, like the energy has suddenly been sucked out of her. Is she sick? What’s wrong? Do I need to find the healer tonight?
“Tell me what is wrong with your arm,” I demand.
In a matter of seconds, she rights herself, crackling with the same fire like she didn’t have a moment of weakness.
“What are you then?” she presses, disregarding my question.
I study her carefully for signs of the Waste. Her eyes are slightly sunken, but her skin doesn’t have the green tinge, and the whites of her eyes are clear. It would be far too soon for the water to make her sick. It would take months to years for it to affect her.
Is it a human sickness, then? Her skin isn’t hot to the touch. What else should I look out for?
“Kraken,” I answer.
“Like an octopus-squid thing?” She scrunches her nose, seemingly fine.
I frown, attempting not to take offense at her insinuation I’m dimwitted. “No, like a kraken.”
“You know what? Never mind.” She shakes her head, pushing the serrated edge of the knife harder against my throat. “I don’t care. Just take me back.” My mate’s tone sharpens.
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