Page 42 of Sheltered in the Storm

She is mine, I thought.I will have no other.

My vision turned silver around the edges, meaning my eyes were glowing very brightly. My heartsbeats thundered in my ears.

Her smile went from wry to playful. She tugged on my hair again. She did not fear me. That too was a wonder.

The scent and taste of her arousal filled my every sense through my nose and tentacles. My cock throbbed. I ached to be inside her—so much so that my hips moved and its tip brushed her thigh. She did not shy away from me or my cock. Instead, her expression changed, became hungry. She dug her nails into the back of my neck. Gods above and below, I wanted her tight cunt around my cock.

My rational mind set off alarm bells.I cannot fuck her. She is still healing. I will hurt her if I try.

Just as worrisome was the chance, however remote, that she might become pregnant. I carried human genes as part of my genetic makeup. Humans had become pregnant by Fortusians before, and Fortusians of many genders and sexes had become pregnant by humans. We must speak openly and plainly about what she wished to do.

She shared my concerns; I saw it in the way the taste and scent of her hunger changed and became something softer, but no less full of want.

“Please, Vos,” she said, her gaze locked on mine. “Kiss me.”

“What if it happens again?” I asked.

“Then it does.” She pulled me closer. “You wouldn’t deny me, would you?”

Never in the lifetime of the universe would I deny her anything. My tentacles encircled her again, and I kissed her, much more gently this time.

She gasped and moaned, quivering in my arms with a soft orgasm. So perhaps I could control the intensity of what she felt by how earnestly I embraced and kissed her.

She relaxed against me and parted her lips under mine. My Calla tasted like the heavens, or how I imagined the heavens would taste if they were made for me alone. Her lips, like the rest of her, were soft but fierce, and her kiss heated me all the way through. Her tongue flicked at my sharp teeth. My mate was fearless and demanding. I nicked the tip of her tongue and sucked on the tang of her blood. She moaned into my mouth.

Her hand slipped under the water and wrapped around my cock. Her eyes widened as she stroked it gently from tip to base, her fingertips exploring its shape and details. Her small human hand could not encircle its girth.

My mind blanked.

All that I was narrowed to the sensations of her fingers and palm sliding up and down my cock. I shuddered hard and closed my eyes, fighting not to come simply from her touch.

When I had control of myself, I drew back, sucking her lower lip before releasing it.

“What has surprised you?” I teased, because she had teased me earlier. “You peeked at me without clothes on the day you first woke in my bed, did you not?”

She smiled. Not a wry twist of her lips or a smirk, but a real, affectionate smile. “Well, yes, but you were not aroused at the time. I could only guess at what your cock might look and feel like.”

The fact even then she had imagined how I might look when aroused made my cock throb. I was helpless in her hands. I could do nothing but let her do what she wanted.

My cock provided its own lubrication, allowing her fingers to move freely. Up and down she stroked, turning and caressing and exploring, her fingertips and nails teasing the tip until I growled. We could not fuck, but I had never wanted anything so much as to come with my Calla in this tub.

“With your permission, I will hold you still so you do not injure yourself.” My guttural voice hardly sounded like my own. I made my tone stern despite how her touch made me tremble. “I do not mind giving pain with pleasure someday if that is what you like, but not the kind that might injure you.”

“I would like that very much, someday.” She kissed my jaw. “Permission to hold me granted.”

With my tentacles, I moved her very carefully, turning her so she lay with her back against my upper chest. Then I spread her legs with mine so they lay draped over my thighs and she could not close them.

I wanted to see her beautiful cunt, so with one of my tentacles I opened the drain to lower the water level enough to reveal the small patch of hair at the apex of her legs and the sweet pink lips below. My swollen cock jutted from the water between her thighs.

My Calla arched back against me. “Vos…”

“Shhh, my mate.” I wrapped my human arms around her torso to hold her upper body still. And then I used my lower tentacles to immobilize her legs by pinning them to my own.

My mate was now fully in my care, and fully at my pleasure and mercy. Heaven could offer me nothing better, except perhaps her cunt squeezing my cock in its wet heat.

She began to tremble in my arms. “Are you afraid?” I asked, my lips against her hair.

“No,” she murmured. “I’ve had to fear a lot of things in my life, but I don’t fear you. Iwantyou.”

---