Free Bared to Him by Jan Springer

with a couple of Octo females when he’d been
younger but it had just been sex. He’d slept with a handful of
human women too, but they didn’t like it when he disappeared at
night, and he’d never been trustworthy of them to explain why, so
those relationships didn’t last too long.
    Miranda was different. She was the one . She was his mate and suddenly he
didn’t care if Jack approved or not. But he was still going to tell
her father his intentions. He owed that much to Jack, despite
Miranda’s anger and disapproval on the subject.
    “ I’m so surprised we didn’t lose the yacht,” she said as she
stepped barefoot onto the deck. She laughed and twirled happily and
Gray’s cock hardened as he watched her.
    Man, did
she not understand how he reacted whenever she was in naked form?
An uncontrollable savage need to fuck her again rocked through him.
It was unbelievably difficult to stand here and watch her as she
began to dance happily while naked on the deck.
    He did a
quick survey of their surroundings, noted the yacht wasn’t moving.
He’d check the anchor situation later. He saw no other vessels out
on the water, nor any sign of houses or people along the shoreline.
They were safe from prying eyes.
    Suddenly
she turned and caught him watching her. Her demeanour immediately
changed. Her blue eyes darkened with a wild sexual look and a
powerful desire to fuck her burned through him. He was about to
step toward her, when a sensual smile tilted her lips. Her smile
made his heart catch fire. He dared not breathe for it was the most
pleasant sensation he’d ever experienced.
    Slowly,
she shook her head as if to indicate he shouldn’t move. He watched
her as she closed her eyes. She raised her arms and ran her hands
through the slick wet strands of her hair. She began to sway her
hips in a sensual rhythm, dancing to a tune of music only she could
hear.
    His mind
shattered as he watched her dance. His legs melted as his hungry
gaze wandered over her beautiful human curves.
    Last
night, his Octo form had mated her to him. Now, his human side
craved to fuck her and make her know she belonged to him. Her scent
was like a sweet, delicate perfume that seduced his senses and
trapped his body. She was like a scorching flame and he, the
captured moth drawn to her.
    His cock
and balls ached so much he could barely walk across the deck to
her. His hand shook as he reached up to touch her left nipple. She
whimpered as he pinched it and then rubbed it between his thumb and
forefinger. Immediately the rose-coloured bud hardened.
    “ I feel so alive. I’ve never felt so alive,” she whispered
softly.
    She kept
dancing in front of him. Her eyelashes fluttered. Her eyelids
drooped and then her eyes closed. She swayed her hips and her
fingers sifted through the strands of her hair.
    He knew
exactly what she was talking about. He felt the same way. It was as
if he’d been asleep forever and then he’d awakened and had been
brought into a world of tremendous desire.
    He lifted
his other hand, and then cupped both her breasts. A soft keening
sound drifted between her slightly parted lips. A siren’s sound.
Sweet and alluring and irresistible. He continued to hold her
breasts in his palms and then lowered his head. He sucked her left
nipple in between his lips. Her nipple beaded and hardened against
his mouth.
    She
gasped sweetly and shuddered. Her breathing grew hard and fast. He
wished he could calm her, make this last, but the aching hardness
between his legs was extraordinarily insistent. His cock begged him
to bury it deep inside her tight channel. Pleaded to claim her
human form just as frantically as he’d claimed her Octo
form.
    He sucked
on one nipple, and then moved to the other. He loved the way she
whimpered as he laved his tongue around her areole and nipped her
sensitive flesh. Finally, her arms descended onto his
shoulders.
    “ Fuck me,” she whispered. Her voice was tight and barely
restrained.
    He let go
of her