Claimed by the Cthulhu (Monstrous Meet Cutes #2)

by Wendi Guff

Chaos' chest rumbles underneath my ear as he laughs. “Listen, mikrasa, no one's ever made me come so hard in my entire life.”

“Marea, you nearly brought me to my knees. You are all I can think about. You consume my thoughts—even when I'm at work. I want to know every inch of your body, of your heart, of your brain. Own all of you.”

“Then own me.”

His eyes blaze as his mouth swoops down to claim mine, and I surrender myself to him completely while silently praying.

Please don’t let this be ...

Any plans for tide pooling fly out the window when Marea offers herself up to me.

Fuck, she demanded that I own her.

Eventually, I run a sharp nail up the seam of her crotch, popping the seams that stitch it together. She gasps, and I whisper that I’ll buy her a new one. Marea just moans, and thrusts her sex into the palm of my hand, grinding down.

“Good girl,” I groan, and a gush of arousal coats my fingers.

My intended mate quakes, and I marvel at the feel of her pussy squeezing around me like a vice. How will it be when she’s wrapped around my kotilo?

“No buts. You told me to own you. Tonight, this pussy is mine, and I’ll do whatever I want with it, including making you come again.”

“I want your come coating my hand so I can lick it off.” “Oh, fuck…ok.” “Good girl.”

“You’re safe with me, mikrasa. I just want to make you feel...

I smirk. “We’ve only just begun, mikrasa.”

“How many times are you going to make me come?!” “Until all you crave is my touch.” And once she’s addicted, I’ll make her mine.

“What? You know I'm not looking to settle down. A third date for me really is serious, but any date from you is even bigger. You must really like this guy.”

Just thinking about Chaos has me grinning like a lovesick fool.

“Yeah, but no one can blame you for being unsure, Marea.” “But Chaos doesn't know any of that.” I turn my head away, rubbing a hand over my chest. “It's been almost ten years and I still feel like a terrible person.”

“Marea, you are not a bad person! You listen to me—everyone makes mistakes, and if your biggest crime is trusting someone you thought you loved, then I think you can stop sacrificing yourself at the altar of your guilt.

You did everything that you could, despite the pressure put on you by everyone else. You were only seve...

“I know. I just feel like I let myself down. I didn't stand up for what I wanted…and ...

“I know it hurts, babe. If you ever want to ask your parents about him, you ...

“Scary thing, the past. It's like the poltergeist of our minds that we can't exorcise.”

Multiple orgasms is something I definitely can get behind.

I've learned so much about Cthulhu reproduction, specifically about kotilos and how their brain works, but I still don't know how to make it stop responding to the spawning.

I meant what I said when I told Marea I'd wait forever for her to be my mate, but the thought of going to Dread Island alone this year fills me with despair.

The last time, I gave Tula and Meni my kotilo to use. It was for a noble cause then, but now my heart and cock belong to Marea. I scowled down at my crotch, the source of my agony. Every time I turn around, my cock is giving me fits.

In seconds, a puddle of purple cum splashed on the floor in front of me as I came. I did this three more times before my kotilo went soft, and finally, I fell over.

Too weak to even climb into bed, I prayed to the Great Dread that I didn't perish this way. In my head, I could see the headlines. Deceased Cthulhu found covered in cum.

My Marea.

When I tear the large envelope and pull out a blank box, my confusion grows.

Once I get the box open and tip it, hundreds of wooden puzzle pieces dump out along with a piece of paper that just says, ‘Meet me here at seven’.

I stride over, bending down to sweep a passionate kiss over her lips. “Thank you for the surprise, mikrasa.”

“Mmm, I’m starving.” Mostly for her.

“There’s a national park just across the way. The hiking trails are lovely. It closes pretty soon, but we could go check it out quickly, and…” I grab her chin when she looks away, forcing her gaze back to mine.

“And what?” “You know…” What is she trying— Fuck.

She wants to…fuck. “Mikrasa, I’m not sure that’s...

“No, you don’t. Trust me, Marea, fucking you consumes my thoughts, but you’re it for me—my mate. Sex right now…will muddy everything. I want you to choose me not because of the mind-blowing orgasms I give you.”

“So you promise to give me more of them?” “Absolutely, just not tonight. This date was perfect. Let’s top it off with a kiss and call it an evening.”

Marea nods, but I can tell she’s still put out by my refusal to do anything more. I yank her into my lap, my barbels roping around her deli...

Being a gentleman will be the death of me.

Logically, I get why Chaos doesn't want to rush into anything sexually. He claims that I'm his mate and wants to prove it to me. We both know that sex will confuse everything, including my emotions.

Chaos will never know how much I appreciate him stopping me last night, but on the other hand, I'm frustrated to high hell.

My fingers aren't getting the job done, and my dreams are just getting...

when Callie calls me. The familiar C of her name popping up in the corner of my phone, and I answer while still scrolling. “No, I have not found a tentacle cock yet.”

A growl sounds from the other end. “I thought we established that the only one you should be looking for is mine.”

My whole body freezes, a small squeak escaping my lips. Please, no. P...

“Sorry! I thought you were Callie calling, and I'm not looking for another tentacle cock. I mean, I am, but as...

“Mikrasa, I keep telling you that you can have mine.” “If only it were detachable,” I tease.

Chaos chuckles darkly. “Be careful what you wish for, Marea.” My body melts out of its catatonic state as my heart rate shoots through the roof. “What do—”