Alien Kraken’s Prize (Starlight Brides)

Chapter 11

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

brIDGET

Six months later

I can’t wait to see Aileen. We’ve commed nearly every other day since I was first able to make contact with her, which, it turns out, took far longer than I expected after we got settled in space.

Borumor and I were so far out of the Starlight Lottery Hub range that speaking to them about finding Aileen and what happened to my original ship took ages. A month, to be more exact.

Borumor did exactly as he promised, though.

He got to know me.

And I got to know him, as well.

Perched on his lap, I don’t need a harness or a chair of my own, because his tentacles are doing the hard work of keeping me safe as we make landfall on the planet Aileen’s on… with her husband, no less.

I still can’t get over the bait and switch Starlight Lottery did with her, assigning her a husband instead of a new job, but…

“She seems happy as a clam,” I finish the thought out loud.

“You know how strange that expression is. Clams are by far the crankiest of all creatures in the seas,” Borumor tells me for the hundredth time.

And for the hundredth time, I break out into a gigantic grin. “Yes, but it makes me laugh every time you correct me.”

It’s been a long six months of space travel, and while we’ve had a few tense arguments stemming from cultural weirdness… Borumor is more than a perfect match for me.

“You know,” I tell him, tracing the pocket where I know all too well his cock hangs out most of the time. “I think maybe… I’m ready for more.”

“More food?” he asks, half-absorbed with ensuring all the gauges and controls still have us on track for a smooth landing.

I bite my cheeks. I haven’t seen his cock once—not once—the entire trip. He hasn’t marked me again, either, and the glitter is hardly visible now.

I catch him looking at me all the time, though, a hungry glint to his eyes, and I know I’m not the only one thinking about what it would be like.

He’s waited for me. For six months, he’s held me while I slept, taken care of me, called me his precious sea star and used the ship’s atomizer to create anything I could ever want to wear or eat.

I trace the faint outline of his bulge with my fingertip, waggling my eyebrows as he finally sucks in a breath and stares at me with hope in his eyes.

It makes me laugh, that expression, and I twist in his lap, his tentacles writhing to better settle me against him.

“You are playing a dangerous game,” he says slowly.

“I want to play it. I want to win it.” I move my eyebrows even more ridiculously, until he’s grinning at me too.

When I start to coax his cock out, though, he stiffens, groaning as I wrap my fingers around it and begin to shuttle it back and forth in my hands.

Zero to sixty. That’s me.

I’ve been teasing him for weeks now in earnest, but suddenly, I don’t want to wait for whatever random event I thought was going to signify I was completely ready to take the next step in our relationship.

I’m ready right now.

“This isn’t how I imagined our first time,” he says thickly.

His tentacles are working over my body, and I glance at where Harry’s swimming around in the water hatch, paying us no attention at all.

“How did you imagine it?” I ask, amused and aroused all at once.

His tentacles circle my breasts, his suckers clamping down on my nipples at the same time, making me cry out.

“Like this,” he says roughly, then suspends me in the air, peeling the sheer dress off my body with ease, thanks to having two hands and eight tentacles at his disposal.

Soon, I’m flushed and naked, a tentacle around my waist, one running up my back and supporting my weight, and another nudging at my entrance as my kraken takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

Another tentacle nudges at my pussy, and I keen as he lifts me up further, completely at his mercy… and his inspection, it turns out.

“I’ve been watching vids from your planet,” he muses, a tentacle circling my clit with delicious, light suction. He spreads my legs further apart.

“You have?” I ask, laughing breathlessly. “Why?”

“Because I want to please you from the first time until forever, sea star,” he says.

I can’t answer, because he begins doing exactly that, in earnest.

It’s a smorgasbord of sensation, each more intense and delicious than the last, every possible erogenous zone being suckled by his tentacles.

He’s fucking me without even touching me with his cock, and it’s better than I ever imagined sex could be. My whole body is clenching around him, demanding more, even though I’m afraid more might just kill me.

“Tell me,” he growls, teeth nipping my ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cock,” I tell him desperately. “I want you to feel good too.”

“Every sound you make makes me feel good. Every smile you give me is a gift. Every breath you draw makes me feel lucky to be alive at the same moment as you,” he tells me, the words so fierce that I shiver, climbing closer to release.

“I still want it,” I manage, and he laughs, still working me, my body making sloppy sounds against him.

“I’m afraid it will be too big for you. I need to open you up.”

“Hit me with the sexy secretions,” I gasp, clenching around him, trying to move to find my release but unable to.

“Don’t say something you don’t mean,” he tells me, a bite to the words that wasn’t there before.

A sheen of sweat breaks out on my forehead, and I’m so close to orgasm it’s almost too much. “That’s what I want too, Borumor. I want you to be mine. Now give me your cock,” I demand.

It comes out whiney and we both laugh for a small moment, his forehead pressed against mine.

I moan as his tentacle leaves my pussy, and he kisses me gently on the lips.

Heat begins racing through my veins nearly immediately after, and I feel something massive move against my pussy, teasing my clit as he strokes it along my flesh.

“I didn’t even ask if you were sure. That is what you are getting in a mate, Bridget. A selfish male who will take what he wants.”

“If you don’t stick that thing in me right now,” I threaten, driven wild by the secretions he’s pumping into me. I gasp as my kraken alien thrusts deep inside me, filling me completely. The suckers on his cock are… indescribable, working my body in ways I didn’t even know were possible.

I don’t know how long it lasts.

I lose track of time. I lose track of myself, of everything.

I come hard, again and again, until I’m limp and tired and so blissed out I can hardly move.

“I love you, my little sea star,” he whispers in my ear. “And don’t worry. I told Aileen we may be late for the dinner she planned.”

I open one eye, only to see glitter covering every last surface of the ship.

“Tell her we’ll see her tomorrow,” I murmur, curling my hand through the hair on the back of my kraken’s neck. “I’m busy now.”

“And to think,” he says, a tentacle already tapping out the message on the comms pad as he kisses my nose, my cheeks, my eyes. “We could have been doing this for six months.”

“Greedy kraken,” I tell him.

“Perfect sea star,” he says, smiling wide at me.

I shrug. “If the nickname fits.”

He raises one eyebrow. “Oh, do you want to see what else fits?”

I laugh and he pulls me close again, more of that liquid heat searing through my skin and into my bloodstream.

We don’t make it to dinner the next night either.