The Kraken’s Sacrifice (A Deal With a Demon #2) Read Online Katee Robert

Categories Genre: Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: A Deal With a Demon Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
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His brows draw in, and then he shifts his arm around me so that a single arm holds me, his bicep to my back, his big hand gripping my thigh closest to him. Later, I’ll marvel that our size difference is enough for him to do this. I don’t have time right now, not when he grips my upper thigh with his free hand, so high up that his knuckles brush my bare pussy.

The shock of the touch freezes me. My gaze flies to his face, only to find him looking at me in question. Just like that, I remember my irreverent comment before we descended.

It’s nothing a good fucking can’t fix.

Apparently he’s decided finger fucking will be good enough for this purpose. There are a thousand reasons not to do this, but I’m not thinking of any of them right now as I stare into his inky eyes. In fact, I’m not thinking of the dangers of open water either. I hadn’t been 100 percent serious before, but right now I think I might die if he doesn’t keep going.

I nod jerkily. It’s all the consent he needs to palm my pussy. His hands are so big that he’s essentially palming my entire nether regions. I jolt as Thane starts to swim again, but I can’t focus on our changing surroundings. Not when he’s gently sliding his fingers through my folds.

It’s not like it was before when he held me splayed out with his tentacles. That was easier to process. I challenged him, and he put me in my place with orgasms. A simple equation.

This . . . isn’t.

This feels like more than conquering. It feels like care. Normally that would be enough to freak me the fuck out, but there’s too much going on in this moment to freak out about. Being touched like this by Thane hardly ranks.

The pressure increases as we slowly descend to coast along the surface of the coral reef. Movement out of the corner of my eye makes me tense and start to whip around, but Thane chooses that moment to press a single large finger into me. He tests me for a moment, and then a second finger joins the first.

Oh fuck, that feels amazing.

The tentacles were good, but the hardness of his fingers, the roughness of his slow strokes, hits an entirely different kind of good. He shifts me in his arm and spreads my legs a little more, giving him better access.

And yet I can’t fully give myself over to the feeling. We’re moving too fast—laterally, so there’s no worry about the bends—and I keep seeing things that make my mind scream in fear, sure that we’re about to be eaten.

Thane shifts me higher on his chest, and then his mouth is at the corner of my jaw. His lips move against my skin, and everything goes black as one of his hair tentacles covers my eyes. I freeze, fear rising hard enough to make my head spin, but he keeps up that thorough fucking with his fingers.

My fear recedes one heartbeat at a time. Without any visual input, I only have the rhythmic movement of Thane’s body as he swims, the pleasure he deals out in steady waves. Even the tentacle around my eyes is a comfort after a few moments, its weight steady and reassuring.

Thane builds my desire slowly. Distantly I’m aware that he’s drawing it out to ensure I’m distracted through the entire trip, but I don’t give a damn. I’m shivering and shaking, but with need instead of terror.

Then he adds his thumb to the mix, sliding it against my clit with each slow stroke. I try to writhe, to get him to pick up his speed, to focus there, but he ignores me.

Somehow that’s even better.

Pleasure builds and builds, drawn in tighter and tighter by his touch. I can’t focus on anything but his hand between my thighs. I barely register that we’re rising slowly and the pressure in my head is receding incrementally. I’m surprised when my head breaches the surface and the tentacle eases from my eyes.

I blink up at Thane. “Don’t you dare leave me like this.” I’m so close to cumming, I’m shaking.

He doesn’t answer with words. His face is even more forbidding than normal as he lifts me onto the rock ledge. I get the impression I’m in a cave, and then he pushes me onto my back and unceremoniously shoves my thighs wide. This time, three fingers spear me. I cry out, my fingers scrambling over the rock as I search for something to hold on to.

Then his mouth finds my clit.

I think I forget to breathe. Surely this isn’t happening. Thane doesn’t like me. He was only finger fucking me to keep me from panicking and being a pain in his ass. Surely he’s not licking my clit right now and making a humming noise that vibrates through my entire body.


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