Page 57 of Santa Has Tentacles

“Your scent is lovely, my human.”

Whatever I’d done to please him that time had him using his nubs to do something to my prostate and I was so close to coming I could feel the way my body wanted to scream out.

But he stopped.

And sounded very pleased with himself.

“Your scent will fill our floor, my Colby. Everyone will know how beautifully you submit to your mate.”

That did not help my ability to use my hands or my ability to function in general.

He was thoroughly enjoying the lights and driving me insane, though, because by the time we’d gone around the room, he was riding me up and down on his dick-like tentacle and we were just pretending I was the one handling the lights.

“That is wonderful.” Plugging in the lights had him letting out an awed sound, but it turned to pure love when he turned off the overhead lights and we were bathed in only the twinkly white lights. “You have brought me Christmas, my Colby.”

I might’ve brought him Christmas but he’d brought me so much more.

“I’m…” I had an actual sentence planned but I lost it as he sighed happily and his body went back to making mine sing for him.

His tentacles shifted to restrain me completely, and every time he made a happy sound, his body transferred all that happiness to mine.

Against my prostate.

Against my cock.

Against my nipples.

He loved over every inch of me as he soaked up Christmas, throbbing inside me and sending flashes of pain through me as he whipped his tentacle against my cock. Overwhelming didn’t even begin to describe how it felt to have so many sensations firing through me that I couldn’t sort through them all.

“Please!” I heard myself and I knew half the building had probably heard me too, but I couldn’t have stopped it even if I’d tried. “Please let me come. My Saint. Please.”

Fireworks.

It wasn’t until the lightning shot through me that I remembered our conversation from the bookstore. I’d been so focused on ignoring it so I wouldn’t walk around with an erection all day that I’d forgotten what I’d given him permission to do.

Light me up.

I couldn’t even describe it as pain, but as my orgasm exploded out of me, the overwhelming sensation finally had everything going dark.

When the world tuned back in, I was wrapped up in Saint’s limbs and we were cuddled up on the bed again. The overhead lights were still off so the Christmas ones lit up the room as his tentacles gently stroked over me. “You are physically well, my Colby. I have monitored your breathing and heart. You were simply overwhelmed.”

Yeah. He’d used that word before too.

“Overwhelmed. Yes.” I was going to have to remember what his definition of that was next time. “Thank you.”

Saint hummed and went back to rippling his limbs over me, but thankfully, he didn’t make me explain anything going through my head. “You are welcome, my human.”

There was probably something I should’ve responded back with, but being overwhelmed with lightning cleared my head of just about every random thought. Except that I didn’t haverandom thoughts. It was hard to ignore the empty warehouse feeling in my head but I didn’t mind it.

So I closed my eyes again and floated in the quiet that Saint had given me. It was amazing but what made it even better was the way he kept me wrapped up tight, grounding me in the moment so the emptiness felt safe.

I found myself running my fingers over the tentacle closest to me, but he had me bundled up so carefully I couldn’t move them any further. He didn’t mind the tiny caress, though. He made a quiet sigh and nuzzled against my head as I gently stroked him. “You take good care of your mate, my Colby.”

Before I could point out I wasn’t talking about that, he did it on his own. “But we will not talk about that now. You are stilloverwhelmed.”

Yeah, he had a more all-encompassing use of that word than I had.

“Yes…overwhelmed…but the lights…I liked decorating with you.” All it took was one deep breath to lose reality again and when it came back into focus, he was holding a bottle of water and the blanket we’d brought back from my place was draped over me.

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