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I slipped one of my tentacles between her thighs and let it taste her pussy with just the cells on its very tip. She gasped, her body tensing against me, as her sweet slickness coated my tentacle’s tip.

At the same moment, my body went rigid, and then sagged against the side of the tub, almost boneless. My thoughts spun away into a kaleidoscope of pleasures.

Her taste. Her scent.My world—my universe—dwindled to only her.

I had never smelled or tasted anything so good. No other lover, no food, no drink. Not even the water of the deep ocean filled my soul like her sweet juices. She sucked in a breath and shuddered hard in my arms.

All the gods above and below, I would slaughter anything that tried to take this woman from me. Whether she accepted me or not, I would be hers from this moment on. There was no turning back for me.

My back arched as my cock sought the pleasure of her cunt. My need for her was equally pleasure and pain. But I could not have that pleasure until she had healed from her injuries enough to take me.

Instead, I wrapped the end of one tentacle tightly around my cock and stroked, sliding along its lubricated ridges as my smallest suckers plucked at my flesh.

“Oh, gods,” Calla said, her eyes on the movement. “Vos, that…that is going to make me come just from watching.”

“That is not going to be what makes you come,” I whispered into her ear. “I promise you that.”

I slipped the tip of my tentacle along her sweet pussy until I found the already-swollen pearl near its top. My smallest, most dextrous sucker latched onto this pearl with a rapid series of sucks and releases.

My mate cried out in ecstasy. Only my grip on her torso and legs prevented her from thrashing.

“I like your scream,” I told her.

Her chest heaving, Calla looked up at me. “Then make me scream more,” she rasped. “I think…you might be right about what’s going to make me come.”

I bared my sharp teeth at her. Her back arched and her pussy gushed, drenching my tentacle in juices and scent. My flesh drank every drop as if given water after wandering in the desert for days.

I held her still and let the suckers on that tentacle do as they pleased.

CHAPTER 15

CALLA

I’d already come twice,but the sight of Vos’s sharp teeth and the ministrations of his tentacle’s delicate suckers sent me careening back toward bliss. He held me so tightly, I couldn’t move a muscle except to roll my head back and forth across his chest and dig my nails into his thighs.

“Vos,” I pleaded. “Please…”

“Please what, my Calla?” he asked, his lips against my ear. “Tell me what you want.” His suckers released my clit and brushed against it instead. Teasing. Tormenting.

My building orgasm waned. I almost wept. “I want to come. Please.”

His tentacle returned to my clit, sucked at it a few times, then released it. I whimpered.

“Say my name,” he commanded. “Tell me you want me to make you come hard.”

I struggled against his grip because feeling so helplessly restrained aroused me more. He seemed to understand, because he didn’t budge at all, and even tightenedhis grip a little.

“I want you to make me come hard,” I rasped. “Vos,please. Make me come.”

He stroked himself more quickly. I watched every move, memorized every detail of his beautiful cock.

Its head was thick and curved, with a prehensile tip that moved and a collar of tiny frills that hadn’t become visible until he was aroused. Undulating ridges ran down its length, also lined with tiny frills that I imagined would make every thrust so much more pleasurable for me. His bioluminescence pulsed under his skin, the patterns wild and racing along with his heartbeats. The slick lubrication that beaded from his skin smelled sweet.

Lavender precum began to drip and then trickle from the tip of his cock. It shone with the same soft glow as his bioluminescence.

Oh gods, I thought, nearly delirious with need.Even his cum glows.

His tentacle latched onto my clit and sucked.

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