Page 55 of Santa Has Tentacles

I was a little bit worried that would lead us into a conversation I wasn’t ready to have, but he was a smart Dom and subtly took his win.

Well, as subtle as a tentacle alien with a smirk could be.

“You have given me much pleasure today, my Colby.” Ignoring the rest of the stuff that should be put away, Saint walked us around to the other side of the bed and sat down, making sure I straddled what would’ve been his lap if he were built like a human. “The scent of your belongings makes me very happy.”

Oh. I’d read about that too.

“I’m glad.” Yep, it wasn’t much of a response, but I hadn’t ignored it?

In the romance novels I’d read, they basically bonded with their mates on some kind of physical level and didn’t want to be away from us…them…them for long.

It was probably a good thing that I’d brought several days’ worth of clothing.

“Should we keep putting everything away and getting the lights up so that it looks like my stuff is scattered around too?” His entire body perked up and he did that puffy thing, but I got a flash of predator and it was just enough to send a shiver through me. “Um, unless you had other ideas?”

He definitely had other ideas.

His grin was total Dom with a brilliant plan. I knew he could sense what that did to me because he stroked his tentacles over me and made a pleased sound that sent a shiver through me. “Yes, my Colby. We shall finish spreading your possessions and your essence around our shared space.”

Oh, I wasn’t sure what that meant…but his grin said he was looking forward to it.

“I…I like helping you and I want to see the lights up.” The plan was to put them around the edge of the ceiling, but with his physical abilities, I wouldn’t have to find a stepladder for these lights. “You…you’ll lift me up, right?”

“Yes, my human.” His tentacles softly clenched around me as they rippled over me in another caress. “I will hold you tight and keep you safe, my Colby.”

So safe I wouldn’t need safewords?

What was he planning on doing?

Swallowing hard, my mouth was dry and I had to lick my lips as the tip of one tentacle caressed around my neck. “I…I always feel safe with you and…and I know you’ll hold me tight. To…to be careful with me. Yes.”

Right.

He’d hold me tight to make sure I didn’t fall.

That made sense.

What didn’t make sense was that in his mind, putting up Christmas lights started with taking off my clothes. I was pretty sure I approved no matter what, but if he had a plan that was actually logical, I couldn’t figure it out.

When my shirt was off and he’d started working on everything below my chest, I managed to find words again. “You…you’ll get a better grip on me if I’m naked?”

Smiling, Saint patted my head. “Humans can bewiggly. Friction will be improved this way as well.”

Friction as in his grip on me?

Had that been what he’d said…what he’d meant, at the very least?

“You…you’ll hold me tight so I don’t wiggle.” It felt like that response went with the conversation but his predator side flashed again and nearly killed the last few working brain cells that were trying to figure out what we were doing.

“Yes, my Colby.” Stroking his tentacles over my naked body, he teased around my cock and squeezed my erection. “I will hold all of you tightly.”

We were hanging up Christmas lights, right?

What kind of Christmas books had he been reading?

Judging by the look on his face as he rose from the bed, me still wrapped up tighter than a present, I’d missed an interesting new release or two.

What had he been reading?

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