Bared to Him (5 page)

She
reached up and placed her hands where his had just been. She
wrapped her fingers around his hot thickness. To her surprise, he
thrust his fingers through her hair. He held tight to some strands
until sparks of pleasure pain ripped across her scalp.

His
breathing grew faster and rougher. He slid his cock back into her
mouth and she slurped on his pulsing flesh. She tasted more
pre-come. She liked the taste.

He began
a slow thrust. She struggled to keep up, caressing his hot flesh
with her tongue and using her teeth to feel the power as he slid in
and out. His thrusts grew faster and she bobbed her head, accepting
him. His fingers tightened even more in her hair and she winced at
the pleasure pain. But she liked the way he pulled her hair. It
felt good.

He gasped
harshly as he pistoned his hips against her and plunged his cock in
and out of her mouth. Faster and faster. She loved how his flesh
filled her mouth. Enjoyed the heat, the strength, and the stinging
way his searing flesh bruised her lips.

He moaned
and called out her name. Her pussy clenched at the desperate
hoarseness echoing around her. His cock tensed and tightened. It
jerked and thickened even more. He thrust harder. Once, twice,
three times.

Thick
jets of semen pulsed into her mouth and she quickly swallowed. She
sucked harder and drew more from his shaft. Instinctively, she
grabbed his scrotum, and kneaded his swollen balls. He groaned and
his body quivered as he shot another load into her
mouth.

When she
could draw no more semen, he withdrew his cock.

She
blinked up at him as he looked down at her with a glassy-eyed look.
His chest heaved with his every breath.

“
I need to get more work done before I Turn,” he
whispered.

She
nodded numbly as disappointment rocked her.

His eyes
spoke of a need to fuck her. She wanted to tell him to take her
right here. Right now. But, he’d already left.

She blew
out a tense breath and licked her tingling lips.

Damn, she had no idea Gray could make her lose her control so
quickly. She really
had
to stay far away from him. However, even as she thought it,
she knew she was lying to herself. She needed to feel his cock not
only pulsing inside her mouth again, but pounding into her pussy
too.

She
realized it was only a matter of time before both of them lost full
control.

* * * *
*

Gray
managed to avoid her for the rest of the evening and finally
slipped into the cool waters to await the Change.

What had
happened earlier on the deck with Miranda’s mouth wrapped so
intensely around his shaft and then what had almost happened after
that…

Shit! His cock had been on fire and already at half-mast ready
to take her fully and completely. His legs had been shaky and so
weak when he had walked away from her. It had taken every single
ounce of his strength to turn his back on the look of
disappointment on her face, when all he’d wanted to do was to take
her into his arms. He’d wanted to kiss those sweet lips forever and
thrust his cock deep into her pussy and claim her as
his
.

It had
been too close for comfort. Guilt made him feel terrible. Miranda’s
father would be devastated if Gray betrayed his trust and mated
with Miranda. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Jack. The
human had given him a job and a place to stay after most of the
male members of Gray’s consortium had been wiped out, and most of
the females kidnapped by a renegade group of
Octoposeidon.

Ten years
ago, Gray had been eighteen in human years at the time of the
attack. He’d almost died had it not been for three of his surviving
sisters and a brother. They’d been swimming far away from the
consortium that night and when they’d returned to their home in
Maine, they’d found Gray washed up on the shoreline of their
secluded property, a bullet in his back. His sisters had cared for
him until he’d been well. His brother, unfortunately, had gone off
looking for the missing females.

Gray had
never seen or heard from him again. For all he knew his brother was
dead. His three Octoposeidon sisters, however, had decided to live
quietly among the humans pretending they were humans. They had
split up, taking residences in secluded areas along the coastlines
of the United States.

Both his
parents had died in the attack. Due to Jack’s late wife being from
their consortium and Jack, being one of the very few humans trusted
by the Octo, Gray had gone to Jack looking for a job. The older man
had taken him in, given him a partnership in his boat building
business, and taught him everything he knew.

Gray owed
him big time. The last thing he should be doing was to be lusting
after his daughter the way he’d been doing.

But a
primal part of Gray, craved to mate with Miranda. With every
passing day, that craving grew stronger. He knew he would need to
make a gut wrenching decision. Claim Miranda or totally walk away
from the two people who’d become his family.

He grit
his teeth as his arms and legs began to throb with the need to
Turn. He kept his head above water and swam slowly around the
yacht. The air was thickening. It was getting harder to breathe. He
could feel the area behind his ears begin to prickle as they slowly
transformed into the apparatus that would allow him to breathe
under water.

In
seconds, his legs turned into tentacles, his arms quickly followed.
His swimming quickened and his breathing became labored. He turned
and took one more look at the yacht. It bobbed in the waters, its
white hull bright against the backdrop of the full moon. He hoped
Miranda would step out onto the deck so he could catch a glimpse of
her. She didn’t. He cursed softly and a horrible loneliness
clutched at his heart and sank deep into his very soul.

He
slipped beneath the water.

* * * *
*

From the
darkness of the wheelhouse, Miranda watched Gray’s head disappear
beneath the wavy ocean surface. An odd loneliness speared into her
heart. She ached for him. For the first time in her life, she
prayed to Turn so she could jump into the water and be with
Gray.

And for
the first time in her life, she actually doubted her sanity. Why
was she lusting after an Octo male, who until recently had
irritated the crap out of her? Was it merely lust flowing through
her body? Or was it something more?

She
pushed the button and listened as the chain rattled and the anchor
lifted. A few minutes later, she pushed the ignition. The state of
the art engine rumbled to life. As she angled the yacht toward open
sea, she quickly closed all the windows ensuring that her scent
didn’t give away her location to other Octoposeidon males who might
want to claim her.

She knew
all about the dangers of being a female Octo.

When
she’d turned eighteen in human years, their friend, Calder, had
dropped by for a visit. He’d slipped her a piece of paper. On it,
he’d written a top-secret domain with a password that would get her
into the Octoposeidon website.

He’d told
her to check it out for just in case she Turned. And he’d made her
promise that she would memorize both the name and the password and
then destroy the paper and never reveal the existence of the
website to anyone, not even her father. She had kept her
promise.

Upon
visiting the website, she’d been stunned to discover that male and
female Octo’s could stay human all the way into their thirties
before they Changed while others Changed right at birth. The
average for the Change was in the mid-twenties.

Dangers
lurked for Octoposideons. One of dangers was how far a female’s
scent could carry in the air and in the water. The scent was
strongest before a female’s first Change and then every night and
every morning when she Changed forms. The rest of the time, her
scent was not as strong.

She knew
that because of the intense way she was reacting to Gray, she was
now putting both of them in danger. Fear for his safety made her
pray that he would be safe tonight. Suddenly, she couldn’t wait
until morning. Couldn’t wait until she saw him again and made sure
he was safe.

Her hands
tightened on the helm.

And then
what?

She
worried her bottom lip and shook her head as she studied the
rippling waters ahead. She hoped an answer would come to her by
then.

* * * *
*

Over the
next two days and two nights, they made great time continuing along
the coastline off British Columbia, past the state of Washington
and into Oregon’s waters. They managed to avoid each other like the
plague. In a small town near the Oregon-Washington border, Gray
picked up the required furniture. He’d added the extra cabinets,
and worked as quietly as possible putting the shower stall into the
new bathroom. Miranda stayed in her cabin until he Turned at
night.

She was
changing. She realized her senses were heightened. At night, when
Gray was in the ocean, she could even smell his raw scent whenever
he neared the yacht. It was an eerie discovery and pretty cool too.
It was as if she had radar where he was concerned.

Sometimes, she thought she could even see him swimming in the
dark waters. His tentacles stretched out in front of him, as he
swiftly propelled himself along the currents to keep up to the
yacht.

Her need
for having sex with him…was driving her crazy. It had reached the
point to where she was masturbating several times during what
should have been her sleep time. She was surprised Gray hadn’t
smelled her, broken down her cabin door, and fucked her properly.
The bastard had left her aroused and disappointed after she’d
orally made love to him on the deck and she wanted him more now
than ever.

She
glanced at the clock and noted dawn would be approaching in a
little over an hour. She was tired after hours of operating the
yacht. Tired of trying to fight the visions of Gray, naked and
lusting for her.

Just
thinking of him had her breath backing up in her lungs and her body
heating up with fire. A touch of claustrophobia suddenly struck
her. An intense need to get out of the wheelhouse and catch some
fresh air overwhelmed her. She shut off the engine, angled the
yacht into the wind, and let it drift along the stiff
breeze.

Outside,
she stood at the bow railing and gazed out over the dark ocean. It
was mild and cloudy and there had been no moon through the night.
Whirls of white mist danced off the choppy water and she caught
Gray’s scent. She inhaled it deeply into her lungs and loved the
way her body reacted. Tremors coursed through her, her pussy
clenched and her need for sex overwhelmed her.

Suddenly
she didn’t care if Gray was out there watching her. That thought
turned her on. Somehow, he had discovered that she was fantasizing
about him. He’d said it shortly before she’d taken his solid
erection into her mouth. Obviously, that knowledge aroused
him.

She
kicked off her running shoes and socks and slipped off her flannel
shirt and T-shirt. She tossed both onto the deck. The warm breeze
and the cool mist gently caressed her breasts. It felt nice.
Reaching up, she ran her hands over her mounds. They felt smooth
and swollen beneath her touch.

Her rosy
nipples hardened as she tweaked and pinched them. Pleasure pain
zipped through them as she pulled. Her breaths quickened and she
could no longer ignore the instant throbbing deep inside her pussy.
She needed relief. Now.

She
dropped her hands from her breasts, and slipped her fingers beneath
the waistband of her track pants and panties and then removed both,
allowing them to puddle on the deck.

She was
nude. Totally and completely naked as she stood at the bow of the
yacht. Being in her birthday suit out here on the ocean was a
freedom she’d never experienced before and she enjoyed
it.

Stepping
forward, she bent over at her waist and rubbed her nipples against
the cool railing. The pressure of the smooth metal was just what
she needed to keep her nipples stimulated. She caught another whiff
of Gray’s sensual scent. It was powerful and
intoxicating.

Instinctively she knew he was out there watching her. She
could
feel
his eyes
studying her. Could
feel
his need for her zipping through the misty
air.

Her pussy
spasmed and heat rushed through her. She creamed warmly, sensing
that he craved her as badly as she desired him.

Spreading
her feet, she then slipped a hand between her thighs. Pleasure
coursed through her the instant she touched the swollen bud of her
engorged clitoris. She slipped a couple of fingers between her
slick labia folds, dipping past the wet entrance and into her hot
vagina. She withdrew and using the cream drenching her fingers as
lubricant, she massaged up and down and around her sensitive
clit.

She
moaned softly and breathed harshly as she rubbed her nipples harder
against the railing. Using her free hand, she plumped first one
breast and then the other, increasing the friction. She rocked her
hips and plunged her fingers deep into the tight satiny confines of
her vagina. She withdrew her fingers and then kneaded them over her
clit again.