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In answer, she grabbed me and kissed me so hard that my lips felt as though they would be bruised, and the feeling was the most delicious kind of joy and pain. When her mouth yielded under mine, I drew her closer, reveling in her taste and the way her little tongue teased mine and danced along the sharp edges and points of my teeth.

She drew back, smiling playfully. “I liked that kiss. How many tentacles does it take to turn a kiss into an orgasm, do you think?”

“Should we find out?” I trailed the tip of one tentacle along her bare arm before letting it coil around her wrist. “I for one am curious.”

She shivered. “I like how that feels.” Slowly, she kissed me, much more tenderly this time, and even a little tentatively.

When no release occurred, I wrapped another tentacle around her left wrist. Her kiss became more demanding, but still no orgasm. Gently, I encircled her right ankle. The scent of her desire grew, but she did not shudder or cry out.

I broke our kiss and raised my head to look into her eyes. “The answer may be four, my Calla,” I said.

“Could be.” She was breathing more heavily now, her lips swollen and desire shining in her eyes. “I’m willing to see if we’re right, if you are.”

Was Iwillingto feel her writhe in my arms and hear her call my name? It was as if she had asked me if I wanted to breathe.

“And if we are right, what else would you ask of me?” I brushed her lower lip with the pad of my thumb. “Tell me what you want.”

She shivered again and held my gaze. “I want you to hold me down with your tentacles so I can’t move at all.”

I let the tip of my fourth tentacle brush her left leg. “What else, my mate?”

She whimpered. “I want your cock.”

“You may have it.” I dipped my head and nipped at her earwith my sharp teeth. “What should I do once you are at my mercy?”

She took a deep, shaky breath. “Then I would like you to fuck me, Vos. Make me scream.”

My brave Calla, asking her monster to make her scream.

But even as much as my desire made my hands and feet and tentacles tremble and my cock throb with need, two matters had to be settled first.

“My Calla,” I said, very seriously, my hand cupping the back of her head so I could look into her eyes. “I must know that you are healed and I will not hurt you if I am…enthusiastic.”

Her gentle smile melted me.

“You saw the scanner for yourself,” she said. “A nearly clean bill of health from a reliable source. I think enthusiasm with reasonable care will keep me from needing medical intervention.” Her smile faded. “I will tell you if something hurts in a bad way, I promise.”

I had anticipated that response…but I had no idea how she might reply to my second question.

“What of pregnancy?” I asked. “There is a chance we could create a child.”

A dozen emotions flashed in her eyes—more than I could process or understand.

“As you might imagine for someone with my background, I’ve taken steps to ensure there will not be any accidental pregnancies,” she said, her voice matter-of-fact even as her eyes darkened with what I thought were bad memories. “Not permanent steps, yet, but very certain ones. So you don’t need to worry about that.”

I had no thoughts of my own about children, and certainly it was a matter for another day. For now, my world was Calla, and she had asked for my cock, and for me to make her scream.

Without warning, I wrapped my tentacle around her left ankle, and then I lifted her head to press my lips to hers.

My mate screamed in ecstasy, her body going rigid in the throes of an orgasm. She sobbed and wailed, thrashing against the iron grip of my tentacles and human arms. The sound of her cry ignited my senses and my body in entirely new ways.

And I knew as surely as I had known anything in my life that I would do anything—anything at all—to hear that scream again and again, for the rest of my days.

CHAPTER 17

CALLA

My pussy clenched and gushed,and oh, by all the gods, did I scream.

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