Kelvin #5: MM Fated Mates (Tangled Tentacles), page 3
A dazed looking Magnus blinked slowly, his gaze dropping to Kelvin’s feet. “Huh? Shoes?”
A chuckle rumbled up from Kelvin’s chest. “My kraken was about to tear off my shoes. He’s already ripped my clothes to shreds.”
The owlish blinking was so damn adorable. “You’re naked.”
Before Kelvin could answer or figure out what Magnus was going to do, he was collected in Magnus’s arms. His biceps bulged but he held Kelvin with ease as he walked down the hallway. His cheek slowly rubbing against Kelvin’s. “Bedroom, we need a bed for what I want.”
Shivering at the husky voice, that to Kelvin’s knowledge had never sounded so sexy, he couldn’t see anything wrong with Magnus’s idea. They toppled onto a feather soft mattress and the long hours of sitting in the car were forgotten in the heaven that was Magnus’s bed.
Magnus let him go, a sexy smirk aimed at Kelvin. “Do you think your animal would let go so I can acquaint myself with your body.
Kelvin sweated as he fought with his kraken, finally winning so the tentacles became limbs.
Magnus got up and kneeled next to him, his dark eyes traveling the length of Kelvin’s aroused body. He sucked in a breath as Magnus silently reached to remove Kelvin’s shoes and socks. His expression left Kelvin’s hands curling into the bedcover beneath him to stop his kraken unleashing tentacles and stopping what the man appeared intent on doing ─ touching Kelvin. Something he could get on board with after how long it had been.
“You’re beautiful, what are you?” As Magnus spoke, he slowly bent over Kelvin and rubbed his cheek over his foot, his nose wrinkling as he inhaled deeply before the released breath tickled Kelvin’s overheated skin.
Never one to think his feet being touched would be sexy, Kelvin released a low breathy moan, changing his mind.
Magnus repeated the move with Kelvin’s other foot and stopped Kelvin’s brain from being able to fathom what he was supposed to be answering.
Hot breath touched his calf as Magnus rubbed himself against Kelvin much like a cat would. Was he some form of cat shifter?
A dark head butted against Kelvin’s leg making his arousal pulse and drip over his abdomen as he inhaled the pheromones that scented the air.
“What are you?” Magnus murmured against the inside of Kelvin’s thigh, his nose nuzzling into his groin.
“What… me… kraken,” he gasped, a needy moan of complaint followed when Magnus eased back. “Don’t stop,” he begged shamelessly.
“A kraken, holy fuck I thought you were a myth like Bigfoot.”
Kelvin’s laughter was full of bemusement. “Research suggests the Bigfoot phenomenon is based on fact. The first sightings reported a Bigfoot, or Sasquatch depending on what you want to call him, were in 1811 in Alberta, Canada, near what is now the town of Jasper. If you look at the descriptions in many Native American legends, the creature is described as a towering, hairy beast. Think about it, it could easily be a shifter who has chosen to live off the grid, could it not?”
The twinkle of what appeared to be amusement in Magnus’s dark eyes was matched to the twitching lips, suggesting Kelvin’s inner geek had made too much of an appearance. He often forgot others, except for Todd, weren’t interested in history the same as him.
“You’ve got some brain in there. Maybe I need to rethink taking the job of looking for Bigfoot.”
There wasn’t a chance to ask what he meant as Magnus continued rubbing his head against Kelvin’s smooth skin. Especially when it was his cock getting the treatment.
By the time Magnus reached his upper chest, Kelvin couldn’t decide if he was melting into a pool of wax or if he was so charged he thought he’d combust thanks to how hard his cock was. It stood proud from his body, begging for more attention.
Dark, glittering eyes met his when a hand cupped his balls. “I’d ask you to turn over, but you might poke a hole in my mattress.” Laughter laced the words as the free hand gripped his cock at the base and stroked up, squeezing the head. Glistening with pre-cum Magnus lowered his head, wet heat surrounded the head of his cock then he sucked until his cheeks hollowed.
Kelvin’s eyes slammed shut when the feeling ignited in his balls until they throbbed with need. The hand holding his sac let go and fingers teased their way down his taint until it reached his hole. It circled feather light over the puckered flesh. A groan ripped from Kelvin’s throat as his legs parted and he thrust up wanting more, wanting everything at once.
The teasing tongue licked at the head of his cock as lips released him. Spit slid down his cock dribbling over his balls. “Lube, we need lube,” Kelvin rasped out, his mouth as dry as his lips as he panted.
The hand between his legs disappeared and seconds later there was the drizzle of cool liquid over the base of his cock. It spilled over his balls and down his taint. It tickled his hole as fingers followed the path. The finger teased, the pressure hardly more than that of a feather.
“More, fuck, I need more,” he growled in frustration. His hips bucked up and the finger sank in past the tight rim of muscle. The groan got trapped in his chest as Magnus took no time to find his sweet spot. He rubbed his slick finger over it as he lapped at the head of Kelvin’s cock. “Oh, to the gods, I’m gonna come!” he cried out, his body rippling over the cover with the desire taking hold.
“No, I want to be inside you.”
Magnus’s husky demand worked against Kelvin and his hips juddered. Magnus clasped the base of his cock hard enough to cause a dull ache and make his need to come recede. “Fuck,” he gasped, “that was close.”
The finger in his ass continued to move in slow rhythmic movements, in, out, in, out, in, out. Add a second finger, in, out, in, out, then the fucker was back to one, repeating those slow glides in and out of his body driving the desire back to fever pitch, only for there to be no reward with Magnus’s fingers cinching the base of his cock stopping him from coming - again.
Cursing, shuddering, moaning, and humping the fingers in his ass, Kelvin had never felt so out of control in his life. “I’m ready, fuck stop teasing me.”
Eyes glazed with desire, Kelvin groaned in relief when Magnus coated his thick, veiny cock with lube, then crawled up his body to lay between Kelvin’s legs. “My leopard has claimed you, I hope you’re ready for us.” His mouth claimed Kelvin’s.
Lips were soft yet demanding as the head of his cock pushed against the rim of tight muscle guarding Kelvin’s ass. He groaned into Magnus’s mouth as he breached his body, the stretch unbelievable as he pushed into Kelvin.
“Fuck you’re tight,” he moaned against Kelvin’s parted lips.
“I could argue that it’s more you’re fucking huge. What do you have between your legs, a tree trunk?” he fired back.
The groan was low and needy, full of pleasure as Magnus’s body shook and sank deeper into him. “You say the nicest things,” he murmured.
Fuzzy white spots formed in front of Kelvin’s eyes before his vision snapped into bold colors. His channel convulsed around the cock that was unmoving in his ass. His hands released the cover and tentacles formed. They stroked over Magnus’s back and down to his ass, stopping on the way to find the lube.
Kelvin squeezed his ass muscles, his gaze meeting the hot intensity of Magnus’s. “I’m ready for you and I hope you’re ready for me.” With that, tentacles parted Magnus’s ass cheeks while another slid over his hole.
The groan matched Kelvin’s as the tentacle breached Magnus, he thrust deeper into Kelvin, just as he wanted. “Fuck, that feels good.”
The grin that Kelvin gave Magnus was pure devilment, one his brothers would have been shocked at. “You ain’t felt nothing yet.”
Chapter Five
Kelvin
The sounds Magnus made as he started to slowly grind against Kelvin were pure filth and made it hard for Kelvin to concentrate. He timed his thrusts into Magnus’s tight sheath, matching them to the roll of Magnus’s hips.
Time slipped away along with the outside world, all there was, were two mates lost in each other. Lost in the precious moment of claiming each other in the only way the Fate’s demanded. The longing in Kelvin surged in a wild tidal wave. Tentacles formed on his chin and stroked at Magnus’s face much like the man had done to him when he’d worshipped his body.
Bodies slid against each other as they worshipped one another without words. The sounds of labored breathing were the only noise until Kelvin’s kraken started to sing.
Magnus groaned his gaze locking with Kelvin. “Singing, I can hear singing.”
How can he hear you?
His leopard has marked us with his scent. We are already his.
Wow.
Overwhelmed with emotions, Kelvin whispered, “It’s my kraken.” Awed at Magnus hearing what was in his head, when none of his brothers had mentioned that it was possibility at this stage.
“How wonderful, like a concerto.” The reverence of his touch as he caressed over Kelvin’s jaw brought tears to his eyes.
He blinked them back as Magnus gentled his thrusts into smooth strokes. “I could listen to it forever.” He nuzzled at Kelvin’s lips, the urgency for the moment held at bay. “I don’t want this to end.”
“Me either,” Kelvin admitted his heart thundering. The bond between them was developing faster than he’d ever anticipated after watching his brothers.
The moment between them lengthened, then Magnus surged forward, his lips once more demanding. Tentacles and hands touched everywhere. Skin slick with sweat, combined with lube caused friction on Kelvin’s cock with each thrust against Magnus’s taut abdomen. His balls ached to the point of pain while the base of his spine tingled with extreme pleasure.
Magnus’s lips released, sharp incisors dropped, and Kelvin’s kraken surged as teeth sank into his neck biting hard. The pain tugged at his balls and ribbons of come coated his and Magnus’s skin. The cock in his ass pulsed as his muscles squeezed the hard flesh.
Kelvin’s mouth widened and he bit into the exposed left side of Magnus’s neck. Blood pooled on his tongue as Magnus groaned, his hip thrusts growing erratic as they sped up.
What felt like a minute later, Magnus’s teeth released, and he lapped at Kelvin’s bite mark. As Kelvin did the same, Magnus threw his head back and Kelvin’s ass was flooded with come. The roar was deafening and as distinct as Kelvin’s singing kraken, who was preening at the sound their mate was making.
Listen to him.
Kelvin had a moment to hope that there was no prey in the area near the house before his vision wavered and a hot surge of electricity ran up and then down his spine. Magnus’s mouth once more laid claim to Kelvin’s.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The voice was loud and clear in Kelvin’s mind and his lips curved against his mates. Yes, I am.
He pulled back, his eyes gleamed in the light coming through the window. And then Kelvin saw it, the mark of his kraken covering the right side of his mate’s chest. What language is that and what does it say?
He squinted at the writing, عشق بدون پایان.
A language Magnus’s leopard will know as he is a Persian leopard. It translates to love with no end.
Magnus’s eyes glowed as he leaned on one arm and touched the mark. “My leopard likes your kraken’s sentiment.” He ran the tip of a finger over the mark on Kelvin’s neck. “I’m sorry I don’t have the ability to mark you in that way.”
His spent cock twitched at the truth and the light touch to his mating mark. “You have,” Kelvin held his gaze, “you just can’t see it.” He reached for Magnus’s hand and pressed it to his chest, saying no more, letting his thoughts speak for him.
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Magnus
The sun was well over the yard arm and heading towards the horizon again when Magnus slipped out of bed, leaving a sleeping Kelvin under the covers. Stumbling his way through to the bathroom, he used the facilities, washed his hands, and then stopped as he caught his reflection in the mirror.
Some things he saw any morning he cared to notice. His dark curls could do with a cut, his scruff needed trimming, his eyes were still shot with red denoting his lack of sleep. But it was his eyes where the first difference was notable. Magnus had lived his last two years driven beyond measure trying to find out what happened to his sister. But now, in the warm light of the afternoon after being claimed, those same eyes also shone with purpose, excitement, dare he say affection?
Shaking his head at his own ridiculousness, Magnus traced his fingers over the love token a kraken… his kraken had left emblazoned on his skin. Love with no end. Just the day before, Magnus would’ve scoffed if anyone had mentioned those words in his hearing. His world had been full of the nastiness beings inflicted on each other, and his heart had a permanent hole where his sister used to be.
Love was for idiots, dreamers, people who had no idea what pure evil lurked underneath the belly of their clean swept streets with small designer dogs and picket fences. Magnus had believed, right up until Kelvin drove up his driveway, that love was an illusion used to fuel commercial expenditure and infuse false hope in insipid beings who didn’t have the strength to face the harshness of life’s truths.
The letters tingled under his fingers, sending shivers right through his body. His usually over-alert cat was calm, languid – Magnus could picture him in his mind’s eye, flicking his tail, a large kraken tentacle stroking over his fur. Closing his eyes for a moment, Magnus sensed he could feel that tentacle too – supportive, strong – Love with no end.
Coffee. Rubbing his face vigorously, Magnus double blinked and eased out of the bathroom, swiping a pair of sweatpants as he made his way to the kitchen where he put them on. A part of him wanted to linger, to take in the man who was sprawled across his mattress. But lingering would lead to touching, and Magnus still had a twinge in his back end. Besides, he was filled with the desire to care for his new mate and that meant food and beverages.
No mooning over the man who drove through the night to see you and then spent hours loving on you. He needs food. In the kitchen Magnus went through what he had. A quick glance at the clock on the stove showed it was after two, so Magnus considered a late lunch and then something that could slow cook for dinner, or maybe they could go out.
He had picked up some groceries on his way home from putting in his leave, but those foods were for one man who really didn’t care what he shoved in his mouth so long as it kept his strength up. Now with a mate to care for, he was going to have to do better. He really wasn’t sure what a kraken might eat.
Kraken. That one word had Magnus pause in his raid of the fridge, salad greens in one hand, a packet of bacon in the other. Kelvin was a kraken, which meant the Thalassa brothers he’d already met would be kraken too. No wonder they were snobby – they had every reason to be. Magnus grabbed the egg carton before closing the fridge, setting his items on the countertop and hunting for a chopping board. In no time, bacon was sizzling in the pan along with tomatoes, mushrooms, and hashbrowns and Magnus continued to let his thoughts roam as he chopped up herbs and spices and made a light oil dressing for the salad.
Back in Magnus’s old life when he was on the beach every day, loving the scents and sounds of the ocean, trying to prove himself as a cool-dude surfer before the FBI had called to him, Magnus had dreamed of what lived under the sea. But he’d been honest when he’d said Kelvin was as mystical as Bigfoot. Krakens were mythological creatures – stemmed from times of old when wooden sailing ships ruled the sea, and hunky men with names like Hercules showed off their muscles rescuing damsels in distress in diaphanous gowns.
And now there’s one sleeping in my bed! Magnus knew he was smiling. He honestly couldn’t help it. If Scanlon could see me now, he’d think I’d been replaced by aliens, because Magnus was never known for smiling. Not since his sister… No. This time is for my mate. I owe him that much. Elsa would never have begrudged him the time to stop and savor a happy moment, or to wallow in unusually sappy feelings after being claimed by a mate.
My mate. Yep, the smile was still there, and it widened as Kelvin shuffled into the kitchen wearing sweatpants Magnus recognized. They were too short for his sexy mate, but they highlighted his ass beautifully. “I promise I didn’t go snooping.” Kelvin yawned as he came over, draping his arms over Magnus’s shoulder. “The smell of bacon woke me, and after using the bathroom, I remembered my kraken destroyed my clothes. Hmm.” He sniffed Magnus’s neck. “You smell amazing. Better than bacon.”
“So do you.” Magnus’s smile didn’t leave. But he pointed a knife handle at Kelvin’s stomach which rumbled as if on cue. “Food. Drink. Talk.”
“All those plus touches, kisses, smiles, and affection.” Kelvin agreed, his lips brushing against Magnus’s shoulder. “I’m sure we’re both capable enough to multi-task.”
“I’d give anything a try if it was with you.” Then Magnus blushed, because sweet talk was not a strength of his. “How about you grab the plates from the cabinet by the table, and I’ll dish this up. We may have to go grocery shopping if we’re going to be here for a few days. I haven’t forgotten you did come to me with a request, and somewhere in the beauty of our mating I recall talk about Bigfoot, so how about we refuel and see how we can help each other? Probably an improvement on me being rude, bossy, and overbearing, don’t you think?”
Chapter Six
Magnus
Caught, with his hands around plates and cutlery, Kelvin’s eyes were like rabbit’s eyes frozen in headlights. “How did you…? I mean, I never…” Then he groaned. “Please tell me I didn’t actually say anything like that when you could hear me.”
“I can’t lie to my mate.” With the mark on his skin, Magnus could smile about it now, even tease his mate a little. At the time it happened, not so much. “I’d asked you for more information on the kidnapping franchises,” he explained, coming around the counter, bringing a platter with fried goods, and the salad. Putting them on the table, he went back to the kitchen for rolls he was sure he had in the bread bin, which he did, and a small tray of spreads from the countertop.
