Page 76 of Not Your Ordinary Shifter

Jay’s answering grin is triumphant and a bit feral. “Good girl,” he purrs, and the praise makes my pussy spasm. “Now, let’s see about taking care of that heat.”

As he lifts me effortlessly, tentacles supporting my weight, I have just enough presence of mind to think: Ms. Johnson is gonna kill me.

But with Jay’s scent surrounding me and his tentacles exploring my curves, I can’t bring myself to care.

Chapter

Four

JAY

Ibreak the kiss, but I can’t bring myself to let her go. My tentacles stay wrapped around Zora, holding her close, savoring the feel of her curves against me. Her scent is intoxicating, a mix of her jasmine and omega musk mixed with the heady smell of her arousal. It’s driving me wild.

I watch her face, seeing the conflict in her big brown eyes. Part of me - the rational, human part - knows I should back off. Give her space. But the kraken in me, the alpha, won’t let go. Can’t let go.

“Alpha,” she breathes, and the word sends a surge of triumph through me.

A growl of satisfaction rumbles through my chest. “Good little omega,” I growl, feeling her shiver at the praise. My tentacles tighten reflexively, suckers pulsing against her skin.

She’s so light, so delicate in my hold, I could break her. The thought makes me even more possessive.

I carry her to the bed, laying her down gently. She looks up at me, eyes wide, pupils dilated. Her scent hits me like a tidal wave. It’s so strong I can almost taste it on my tongue.

“Jay,” she whispers, reaching for me. Her voice is husky, trembling with need. “I… we shouldn’t…”

I silence her with another kiss, softer this time, but no less intense. It’s deep and wet. Like I’m fucking her with my tongue. “Shh,” I murmur against her lips, tasting the sweetness of her breath. “Let me take care of you, mate.”

My tentacles get to work, sliding under her uniform. The moment they touch her soft, bare skin, it’s like electricity coursing through me. She’s so lush, so warm. I can feel her pulse racing through my suckers, each one a sensitive receptor sending waves of information to my brain. Her skin is like silk, but I can feel the goosebumps rising from my touch.

I use my hands to unbutton her blouse, revealing more of that deep brown skin I’m already addicted to. The contrast of my bronze hands against her darker tone is mesmerizing.

“So fucking beautiful,” I breathe, trailing kisses down her neck. I inhale deeply at her pulse point, where her scent is strongest. The pheromones here are intoxicating, making my head spin. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

She arches into me, a soft moan escaping her abused lips. I watch in fascination as her body responds to my touch. Her nipples harden under my gaze, visible through the thin fabric of her lacy bra.

“Show me,” she begs. Those chocolate irises, nearly swallowed by her dilated pupils, showing me how much she craves me.

Oh, my little omega’s got fire.

I grin, letting my sharp teeth show. “With pleasure.”

I take my time undressing her, savoring each new patch of skin revealed. My tentacles and hands work in tandem, stroking, caressing, learning every dip and curve of her luscious body. I use my suckers to taste her, groaning at the delicious flavor. It’slike nothing I’ve ever experienced - sweet and strong, with an underlying touch that screams ‘mate’ to every part of me.

“You taste like heaven,” I tell her, watching her squirm. “I could feast on you for fucking days.”

As I explore her amazing body, I’m hyper-aware of her every reaction. The way her breath hitches when I brush a sensitive spot. The flutter of her eyelashes when sensations overwhelm her. The tiny whimpers she tries to hold back.

She explores my chest, my arms, my back. Her delicate fingers tracing the swirling patterns of my tattoos. I feel them shift and move under her touch, responding to her. When she tentatively touches one of my tentacles, I hiss in pleasure. The feeling is intense, like every cell is firing.

“Sensitive?” she asks.

In answer, I wrap that tentacle around her wrist, using a sucker to stimulate the sensitive skin there. She gasps, eyes rolling back. I watch in fascination as her pulse jumps under my touch, feeling it echo through my tentacle.

“Very,” I growl. “You’re driving me fucking wild, baby.”

I use my tentacles to pleasure her in ways no human could. Playing her body like an instrument, finding every spot that makes her gasp and moan. Each sound she makes, each shiver and twitch, is catalogued and treasured. I’m learning her, mapping her pleasure, determined to know her body better than she knows it herself.

I trail kisses down her body, loving how she arches into me. Her skin’s on fire against my cool touch. When I get to her juicy tits, I pause, looking up. Damn, the sight of her - eyes half-mast, full lips parted, breathing heavy - she’s fucking perfect.

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