Page 32 of Santa Has Tentacles

“Yes, Sir.” Quickly going back to my fun, I snuggled closer as he seemed to get wider and went back to work licking his nubs and slowly running my hands over every inch of him.

I loved learning what kind of touch made him sigh or what kind had him going meltier. My favorite part was figuring out which nubs were the most sensitive. There were definitely degrees but before I could come to any decisions, Saint decided to shift things up.

By shifting me.

His limb popped out of my mouth as he moved me around, sitting me up and straddling me on his lap. “You are highly accomplished with your mouth, my Colby.”

Too good judging by the way he’d taken away my toy and was firming up again.

“I liked playing with you.” I wasn’t sure how else to describe licking him since that hadn’t sounded romantic at all.

“I have enjoyed your play as well.” He seemed to think I was sweet based on how he ran a tentacle over my head and was wearing an indulgent smile. “You are very good to your mate.”

Still not going to ask.

“Thank you.” He let me give him a peck but quickly eased me back so I was straddled on his lap with easy access to all the areas he liked to caress. “Can I wash you?”

His head cocked and he looked so thoughtful he could’ve been a kid on a TV sitcom. I had to ask. “You practiced human mannerisms, right?”

Thankfully, he didn’t think the question was rude. “Yes, we have found that humans must see anticipated visual cues for comfort.”

Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.

“Our natural stillness created…emotional disturbances.” Saint gave a shrug likeoh well humans are cuteand kept going. “We have the ability to educate ourselves quickly.”

That was so true I almost laughed.

“You’re right. It does make it easier for me to read you.” I’d like to think that his natural stillness wouldn’t have bothered me, but he was also right about us being prey.

So yeah, we were going to keep the human mannerisms since he didn’t seem to mind.

“I am pleased to be able to provide you comfort.” He gave me more sweet caresses with some limbs, but others were stroking more interesting places. “Staying to research and learn was a decision that has provided much rewards.”

There was something almost gleeful on his face and my first thought was that he’d won a race or something.

Fuck it.

I’d ask.

“What kind of rewards?” I thought staying behind sounded lonely, but he wasn’t giving me that impression.

“You.” He seemed to think that was obvious. Which in this case it probably should’ve been. “Learning your language and researching your relationships was time-consuming as you would say.”

That didn’t seem to bother him, though, which made my worries vanish.

“It has, however, provided me with the opportunity to show you that I will be a good mate.” Doing a happy wiggle that I was pretty sure was natural for him, Saint looked pleased as fuck. “Many have not found ways of meeting potential human mates.”

And he’d found me quickly.

Yep, he’d won the race and found…whatever I was going to be to him.

“I’m glad you found me.” I tried to kiss him again, but he made a happy sound and tightened his tentacles.

My first instinct was to whine but that was quickly followed by a moan, so he knew he’d won this too. “Your reactions and emotions are beautiful, my mate.”

Yep, he knew he’d won and he was ready to gloat.

Yay.

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