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“Where do you want it?” Another teasing penetration. “In your beautiful cunt?”

“Yes.” I pulled at his tentacles, to no avail. “In my cunt.”

“In your mouth?” He dragged his cock head over myabdomen and back down, painting me with his glowing precum. “Do you want to taste it?”

I would have agreed to anything, begged for everything, crawled on my hands and knees, and felt no shame.

“Yes! Let me suck your cock,” I pleaded. “Please, let me suck your cock.”

Now his cock slid over my pussy and farther down, where it pressed against my tight asshole. “In your ass?” he asked, smiling to show all of his sharp, sharp teeth. “Do you want my cock in your ass, Calla?”

I didn’t even have to think about that. “Yes, I want it in my ass. Please—I want it in my ass.”

He lowered his head and closed his lips on my right nipple, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. I moaned. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair and hold his head close, but I still couldn’t move. And when he closed his sharp teeth on my delicate skin, just hard enough to leave marks but not quite enough to draw blood, I wailed.

He sucked my nipples until the combination of pain and arousal had me nearly sobbing, and all the time he teased my pussy and my ass with the tip of his cock. I screamed for him, begging and pleading and cursing, but he wouldn’t give me what I wanted until I’d almost screamed myself hoarse. I couldn’t even touch myself with my hands pinned.

Suddenly, he rolled onto his back in a single, inhumanly fluid movement, and lowered me to my knees beside him before releasing my hands. He kept his tentacles on my ankles. My wrists had red marks from the suckers. I loved how that looked, as if he’d branded me with his body, like with the glowing precum that now covered my pussy and stomach.

“Suck my cock, Calla,” he said.

Finally,finally, I took his beautiful, slick cock in my hands. He groaned and trembled the moment my fingers wrappedaround it, his back arching before I even stroked him. I licked my lips.

“Take me in your mouth,” Vos said, his voice suddenly gentle instead of commanding. “Taste your mate.”

I slipped my lips around his cock head.Oh, gods. He tasted so good, like sugar and musk with a hint of saltiness like the sea. He made a guttural sound.

I stroked him with my hand as I took his cock deep into my mouth, sucking as I ran my tongue along the frills and ridges and then over the tip, where precum dripped. His hips moved and then stilled, as if he were desperate to thrust into my mouth but held himself back and let me do what I wanted, at least for now.

I swallowed him as deeply as I could, then looked up at him through my lashes. He’d closed his eyes in bliss, his chest heaving and gills fluttering. He was at my mercy now. Vulnerable. Bared to my sight, his need for me unhidden.

As if he sensed my gaze, Vos opened his eyes. He ran his hand through my hair and gripped it gently but firmly. “You are the most magnificent woman I have ever known,” he said. “Make me come, Calla. I am yours forever.”

With my lips on his cock head and my tongue lapping at its opening, I stroked him with my hands, up and down the glowing length of his cock, finding the rhythm and pressure that made him groan and writhe. I discovered the places that made his cock head throb and bend and release pulses of precum that splattered my face and hands.

My explorations ended when he took control again, holding my head in place by my hair so he could fuck my mouth. He lifted my head so I could gasp for breath whenever my nails dug into his thighs. He seemed to like the feeling of my nails too, so each time I dug them in a little deeper, leaving marks everywhere I touched like his suckers made on me.

The tip of one of his tentacles slipped between my thighs,sliding over the slickness that dripped from my pussy, and flicked at my clit. I nearly collapsed as that intense pleasure sent a shudder through my entire body. I wanted him to use his sucker there, but instead the tip of the tentacle moved farther down and slipped into my pussy, fucking me in time with my mouth on his cock. I moaned, the sound muffled.

He called my name and rasped words that were curses in Fortusian. The bioluminescent pulses moved faster along his skin too, racing with the beats of his hearts as his cock throbbed in my hands and between my lips.

“Calla…Calla,” he groaned. “My mate.”

I let go with my mouth and used my hands. His hips jerked in time to my strokes and his back arched away from the floor. He was losing control now, ceding possession of himself to me as he neared his release. The sight of him so lost in pleasure and sensation made me shiver with arousal and satisfaction.

Yesterday in the tub I had watched him come. I’d been desperate and aching to be the one to bring him to orgasm despite how arousing it was to see him stroking himself with his own tentacle.

And more than that, I wanted his cum all over me, to see and feel it splash my body and mouth and tongue—to drink him in the way he devoured my scent and taste every chance he got. I wanted to know what it would feel like to be the mate of this fierce man, to have him writhing and vulnerable for me.

“Come for me, Vos,” I said, grinding on his tentacle in my pussy as I stroked his cock. “Mark me as your mate.”

CHAPTER 18

VOS

Wracked with shudders,my tentacle buried in her cunt and my cock twitching in her hands, I obeyed my mate.

The first two thick ropes of my cum spurted across her beautiful face. She closed her eyes as they splashed over her mouth and tongue and cheeks. One by one, the rest painted lines of hot, glowing liquid across her breasts and stomach.

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