“Fucking gorgeous,” I growl, before sucking a nipple into my mouth. The taste explodes on my tongue, and I can’t hold the rumble that ripples through my chest. Zora cries out, her hands flying to my hair, holding tight.
My tentacles keep exploring, wrapping around her thick thighs, her incurved waist, her round ass. I use them to pin her down while I work on her tits, switching between soft sucks and little bites.
“Jay,” she moans, sounding desperate. “Please…”
I breathe against her skin. “Please what, baby? Tell me what you need.”
Her scent spikes. “I… I need…”
One of my tentacles slides between her legs, finding her slick and ready. The taste that hits my suckers nearly makes me lose it. “This what you need, mega?” I tease, using the tentacle to stroke her wet, swollen folds.
Zora answers with a cry, her hips bucking. I watch, mesmerized, as pleasure takes over her face. I can feel her tight, hot cunt squeezing my tentacle, and fuck if that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“That’s it, mate,” I encourage, my voice rough as fuck. “Let go for me, Zora. Show me how good it feels.”
I turn up the heat, using what I’ve learned about her body to push her higher. My free tentacles roam her skin, leaving cool trails that warm up quick. I can tell she’s close - her scent’s changing, getting even more maddening.
And when she comes, it’s like watching a fucking tsunami hit. Her back arches, muscles tightening, a raw cry ripping from her throat. I feel her come through my tentacle, taste it in the air, watch it all over her gorgeous face.
As she comes down, shaking and gasping, I can’t wait another second. I line myself up, the painfully swollen tip of my cock right at her entrance.
“Look at me,” I command, my voice low. When her eyes meet mine, I see them go wide. “I’m claiming you now, Zora. You’re mine.”
Without waiting, I push in. Holy fuck, the feeling - she’s soaked, hot and tight as fuck. Fucking perfect, squeezing me as I fill her. I have to stop, gritting my teeth so I don’t lose it right there.
“Mine,” I growl, biting at her neck. My tentacles wrap around her tight, holding her close. “Say it, Zora. Tell me you’re mine.”
She looks up at me, eyes hazy but still aware. “Yours,” she moans, and damn, that word makes me harder. “I’m yours, Jay.”
That’s it. That’s all I needed to hear. I start thrusting, setting a hard and fast pace. My tentacles keep her right where I want her as I drive into her cunt over and over, each stroke pulling amazing sounds from my mate.
It’s wild, intense, animal. But there’s something else too. Something I’ve never felt before. This isn’t just a fuck. It’s a claiming. A fucking mating.
As we come together, my world shrinks down to just this - Zora around me, the taste of her, our cries mixing. I mark her, teeth sinking in the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, sealing our bond.
Zora is mine. My mate. My omega.
And there’s no way in hell I’m ever letting her go.
I wake up with a face full of Zora’s hair and the biggest shit-eating grin on my face. My tentacles are wrapped all around her, keeping her close even in sleep. She fits perfectly against me, like she was made fucking made to be there.
I take a deep breath, inhaling her scent. It’s changed a bit - now there’s a hint of me mixed in. My inner alpha purrs at that. She’s mine now.
My mate stirs, making this cute little noise as she wakes up. I loosen my tentacles a bit, letting her turn to face me.
“Morning, beautiful,” I rumble, voice still rough from sleep.
She blinks those big brown eyes at me, looking a bit dazed. “Jay? Oh God, did we really…?”
I can’t help but chuckle. “Oh yeah, we did. Many times…” I wiggle my eyebrows at her, loving the shyness in her beautiful eyes.
“I am so fired,” she groans, burying her face in my chest.
I frown at that, tightening my hold on her. “I won’t let that happen,” I growl fiercely.
She looks up at me, skeptical. “Jay, I had sex with a guest. On property. That’s like, the number one rule not to break.”
I shrug. “So quit. Come with me.”