Page 21 of Bombshell

“Everyone else seems to,” I whispered, my heart hammering in my chest.

Dallan’s lips twitched up as he lifted our entwined hands up to his jaw, letting one of the tentacles there wrap around them. “Do you mind the way my tentacles feel?”

I shook my head with a frown. “No, not at all.”

Dallan’s lips pulled up into a smile. Then he brought our hands down to where his cock tented inside of his boxers. He pulled my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his ribbed length. “Then do you mind how different my member is from a more humanistic man?”

I shook my head again, tightening my fingers and watched as he stiffened. “But it’s different for me.”

Dallan leaned down to rest his forehead against mine. “I don’t deny that, Lass, but I’ve also had my fair share of rejection because of what I look like—even from the supernaturalcommunity as a whole. There aren’t many out there that look like me too. To me, you are everything and I think you know that. Effie, I—”

I stopped him, my vines coming up to cover his mouth.

Dallan’s eyes flashed with irritation at me keeping him from telling me out loud how he really felt yet again.

“Not yet,” I whispered, my eyes wide.

“Effie…” Dallan’s words were still muffled by the vines.

“Can we wait until after things settle down with Daphne’s pregnancy and Alexander?” I asked, watching his expression shift. It was the first time I’d ever acknowledged that I knew Dallan had feelings for me and that I felt the same.

I felt him sigh before he finally nodded.

The vines slipped away from his mouth. “I suppose I can wait a little bit longer, Lass, I’ve been doing it for years after all.”

He was definitely trying to make it sound like a joke, but there was something in his tone that made me pull him down to me for a kiss.

While I couldn’t promise him everything right now, I could at the very least provide a nice distraction.

Dallan’s tongue slid desperately along mine. I released my hold on his cock in favor of pushing at the waistband of his boxers until they slid down his legs and then began to push at my own underwear.

I needed him and judging by the heat of his kiss, Dallan needed me too.

“Please,” I begged, pressing hungry kisses along the line of where his cheeks met his tentacles.

Dallan ignored me, continuing to slip his hands up and down my bare ribs. Impatience filled me and I rolled my hips up to meet his, feeling the tip of his cock brush against my clit. “Dallan!”

“You’re so impatient,” Dallan huffed, but he still notched the head of his ribbed cock at my entrance and began to push inside anyway.

We hadn’t done nearly enough foreplay before this, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care as I wrapped a leg around his waist and pulled him in deeper, groaning at the slight burn that the stretch brought.

Sitting up slightly so I could watch as each inch of the stubbled surface dipped inside of me, only letting my head drop back with a moan once I felt his hips press fully against mine and we were as linked together as we could get.

“Too much?” Dallan asked, his voice soft as his arms slipped underneath my back to pull me up and flush against his chest.

“Not nearly enough.”

I could tell his hearts were beating just as fast as mine, creating a mottled drum beat that was accented by the ragged breaths slipping out from between our lips as we stared at each other.

Moving my hands, I let my vines take over so that I could cup his face and kiss him. I didn’t even need to form the thought of what I wanted them to do, they were already sliding underneath Dallan’s arms and around his torso, tethering us together.

Dallan’s hips started to roll back with an aching slowness, allowing me to feel each raised row on his length in reverse before he slammed home again with enough force that both of us shifted up further up onto the bed.

Dallan didn’t say much after that and neither did I. There was no space between thrusts for words, just the sound of our skin slapping together and each moan and groan that we seemed to pull from each other with ease.

This was my favorite space to be in with Dallan. Just the two of us and none of the complicated shit of the outside world.

I wasn’t a halfling with so much baggage I didn’t even know where to start unpacking it all, and Dallan wasn’t one of the last of his kind tasked with continuing his race.

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