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Just being able to mention his name without fear of repercussions is like having a stream of light break through the cracks so there’s one corner of the world where his ghost can’t touch me.
Ordus is nothing like the Gallaghers, who all hide their faces. Ordus sometimes wears his heart on his sleeve, and maybe I might have thought it was manipulative before, or a mask, but it’s clear this is just who he is. There’s nothing hiding in the closet. He’s just…sad.
“He was my husband,” I whisper, unsure whether I want Ordus to hear. I wince when I move my elbow to get more comfortable. Ordus freezes and snatches his hand away, like he’s worried he’s the issue. “It’s a…an old injury,” I assure him. “I’ve had it for years.”
The muscles in his jaw pulse. He touches the scar on his ribs, and a flicker of rage crosses his face. My heart sinks. It really is like holding up a mirror. When you survive certain things, you develop a knack for recognizing other survivors.
“Does it still hurt?” I ask, nodding at his rib.
He drops his hand, lips set in a grim line. “Only when I remember.” His throat bobs as he fixes attention back on my scar. “One day, I hope I can help you forget.”
My chest swells with that dangerous feeling.
I hope you can forget too.
“One day,” I agree.
It’s a dream. Hope is as deadly as a gun, but one will hurt far more.
Soft snoring filters through the cave as Ordus’ chest rises and falls beneath my hand. Suckers pulse against the skin of my arms like a heated massage. Fingers are threaded in my hair, at the nape of my neck. Tentacles are wrapped around my legs and my waist. The moisture from his breath kisses my forehead as he dreams of—do krakens dream? They probably do.
Lord knows where Vasz is. Probably harassing a poor, innocent fruit.
Ordus has been asleep for an hour already, I think. He’s been falling asleep well before I do since I’ve voluntarily returned to the island. Ever since we had our talk a few days ago, things have been…tense. Not tense tense, but more like there’s a strange rift between us that almost feels forced. It feels like I’ve done something wrong, except all he’s done is give me space to explore and do things at my own pace—except sleep.
Hell would freeze over before Ordus imposes a cuddle-free sleep routine.
Slowly, with the precision and finesse of someone defusing a bomb, I try to extract myself from the gentle giant. Like every other night I’ve tried to escape, it doesn’t matter whether it’s the blue wire or red—it blows up on me.
His soft purrs pour into the small cave, and it’s like a switch that instantly changes the chemicals in my brain to turn me into mush. Suckers glide over my skin, warm and nice. Very nice. Too nice. Sliding up my leg, close to my core—too close.
Molten heat spreads from my stomach, out to the tips of my fingers and my toes. My lungs constrict as his thick appendage parts my legs in its pursuit to climb higher, closing in on the apex of?—
I gasp, snapping my eyes to his sleepy face to check if he’s aware of what he’s doing. His solid limb grinds against my pussy over the thin cotton fabric of my sleep shorts, sneaking higher to wrap around my hips, holding me firmly in place as his suckers pucker over my clit.
Pure, raw desire shoots up my spine, and I clamp my lips together to stop my moans from breaking loose. My hand stiffens over his hard abs, and it’s like his scent has seeped into my bloodstream to make me see double.
The sudden pressure and sensations have my nipples hardening, and I’ve lost the ability to breathe, too scared I might make noises that will wake Ordus.
Goosebumps rain over my flesh. Something momentarily turns off in my brain, and my body develops a mind of its own; back arching, hips bucking up to meet the length of hard muscle. It’s like I’m seeing God.
The forbidden, delicious heat curls through me, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from doing it again as the thick appendage continues to glide over my center. Each sucker is like another nail in the coffin of my undoing, because I woefully fail. My hips shift to grind against him—one more time. The need to be filled is all-consuming. By him. My dildo. I don’t care which.
His tentacle halts its travel up my aching body, but my panties are already saturated. My core is aching with need, and every fiber of my being is begging me to ride the tentacle nestled between my thighs. I breathe hard through the fog in my brain and nuzzle my face against his chest like I can hide from the world.
How does one level up from a tentacle dildo? By graduating to the real deal, of course.
Because completely and undeniably, I have the hots for a kraken. I have no idea how to unpack that with a therapist.
22
Vasz
Day and night, I guard the parameter.
Ninety-eight have passed since I have been tasked with the most important role in existence. I do not rest. I do not squander. My Queen Mate’s life depends on me.
I am her guard shark-doggopus.
My eyes narrow at the wooden plank, daring it to drift closer and disturb my human. It is not easy protecting Cindi. Everything is a threat.
Ordus has granted me permission to bite any foe who dares come near my island. Even once the kraken has returned from hunting, I do not rest.
My trust in him is…fickle. She was sick, and it was I who brought her the coconut.
I brought her back from the brink of death. If she needs another coconut, I will be ready. I cannot rely on Ordus to do right by her.
Also, she likes me more. Cindi has never called Ordus a good kraken. She calls me a good boy whenever I see her, and I make her laugh.
Ordus doesn’t make Cindi laugh.
Whenever I haven’t seen her in a long, long time, I sprint up to her, maybe pee a little—a moment of weakness, on my part—tail wagging as I jump all over her. She smiles at me and tells me she missed me too.
Does she tell Ordus she missed him? No.
Does she sneak Ordus her food when no one is looking? No.
Does she rub his head and call him a good boy? No.
I’m the only good boy around here.
She once called me the bestest of all boys, and my Queen Mate is not a liar.
The waves are strong today. Cindi always comes out into the water to sit and stand on her board whenever it is like this. It makes my job harder, because there are always more threats and greater risks with her out in the open.
The plank floats closer. My warning growl renders it still. I stretch my paws out so it sees my claws. I take my duty very seriously.
It drifts closer once more. I lower to my haunches.
“Leave now. This is your last warning.”
It sways closer.
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