Page 51 of Sheltered in the Storm

I cupped his face with my hand. “Vos.”

He leaned against my palm and closed his eyes, evidently savoring the moment. Then, without warning, he moved like lightning and caught my fingers gently in his sharp teeth before letting go.

“Be careful, my mate,” he said, the corners of his mouth turning up. “Monsters bite.”

“I know.” I reached over his shoulder and dug my nails into his flesh. His back arched, and he made a delicious, deep rumbly sound that seemed to vibrate through his entire body, all the way to the tips of his tentacles. “But do they fuck their mates?”

Lightning fast, his tentacle lashed around my wrist and slapped it back in place on the floor.

Vos’s lips hovered over mine. “They do,” he rasped. Hewithdrew his cock from my pussy and drove it back in. I wailed. “Scream for me,” he said.

With his tentacles, he placed my calves on his shoulders to raise my hips, and then he plunged his cock into me even deeper. And this time his cock head stroked over my G-spot at the perfect angle.

I screamed.

His cock pulsed with light as he fucked me, each stroke sending me closer and closer to another release.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I wailed, my nails digging into my palms because I had nothing else to grab onto. “There—right there.”

His cock undulated and stroked over my G-spot. A wave of heat and pleasure spread from my pussy to my entire body, to the tips of my fingers and toes. Moments later I came, my head thrown back as I screamed to all the gods aboveandbelow.

To my surprise, Vos withdrew his cock while I shuddered. With his tentacles still holding my legs raised and spread, he slid down and slipped his tongue into my pussy to lap at my wetness again. I cried out, grinding against his face so his tongue could find all the places that made me whimper and moan.

I’d wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked at his mercy, held captive by his tentacles, and it wasso fucking good.

His lips closed on my clit as his fingers slipped into my pussy, stroking and plying me. Caught in pleasure almost too intense to bear, I tried to pull away just to catch my breath, but I couldn’t. The tentacles around my ankles tightened. The feeling of being utterly at Vos’s mercy made the pleasure even greater. I came again, softly this time and with a gasp instead of a scream.

Vos raised his head and licked his lips. “How many times have you come, my mate?”

“I don’t know.” My chest heaving, I reached for him. “Please…”

I didn’t know exactly what I was asking for, but somehow heunderstood what I needed. He moved above me and thrust his cock into me again.

Pleasure radiated through my body, rolling up my arms and legs from where his tentacles held me and straight to my pussy, where his cock stroked in and out so slowly and deliberately that I could not stop crying out.

Lost in a haze of ecstasy, I barely noticed when he pulled out of me and rubbed his cock’s head against my slit, teasing me by slipping its tip inside and then withdrawing it. I thrashed in the iron grip of his tentacles, fighting to get him to go deeper, but he refused.

“Please.” I raised my hips, but he evaded me. “Please…”

“Say my name,” he ordered me. His body pulsed with patterns of bioluminescence that ran over his skin and down his cock, where its tip tormented me. “Say it.”

“Vos,” I panted.

The tip of his cock ran over my slit, stroking me without penetrating, and my pussy clenched desperately on its own emptiness.

“Louder,” he commanded.

“Vos!” I screamed. This torment was simultaneously the worst and best thing I had ever felt. “Vos…Vos.”

His gaze traveled from my face and down my body to where his cock teased me. His beautiful glowing precum left marks on my skin everywhere he touched.

“What do you want?” he asked. “Tell me.”

“Your cock. I want your cock.”

He slipped its thick head inside me, then withdrew it. “Why do you want my cock?”

“Because it feels so good. Please…”

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