Page 50 of Sheltered in the Storm

I came hard, helpless in his tentacles, and screamed into Vos’s mouth. He devoured my cry, his eyes glowing with need.

He didn’t bother to move to the bed. Instead, he lay me gently on the floor, my arms and legs outstretched with his tentacles, and pushed my sheet aside as he settled between my thighs, lifting me enough to bring my pussy to his lips and tongue.

He drew his long tongue along my soaked and sensitive pussy before my orgasm even began to wane, licking up every drop of my release before he slipped his tongue into my opening to lap at the slickness that dripped from it.

The sensations were too much. I fought to close my legs, but I couldn’t move an centimeter. Not a millimeter. Just as I’d asked for.

My beautiful monster flicked my asshole with his tongue, then licked me slowly—maddeningly, infuriatingly, shriek-inducingly slowly—all the way to my clit before he put his lips on my swollen pearl. He twirled my clit in his lips, sucking and releasing and teasing with the tip of his tongue.

My wails didn’t even sound human. I came again, as hard as the first time, my body clenching from my fingers to my toes and everything in between. I couldn’t see him through the haze, but I must have drenched his face with my release.

As I gasped for air, he crawled up my body, his tentacles still holding me immobilized by my wrists and ankles.

“I will eat your delicious cunt every day,” Vos rasped into my ear. He was above me now, shirtless, pants low on his hips. His bioluminescence captivated me, even in my orgasmic haze. “I will drink your juices from your beautiful holes and sip and suck on your clit until you cry.”

He moved behind me, raised my upper body, and cradled me with one arm so I could watch him slip his fingers into my pussy.

“Look at your greedy cunt,” he murmured into my ear, pumping in and out slowly. “You want more. You want to scream for me again.”

“Yes,” I sobbed, almost as desperate to escape the waves of overwhelming pleasure as I was to come, though there was no freeing myself from those tentacles unless he let me go.

“Good.” His searching fingertips found my G-spot and stroked just right. “Do not close your eyes. Watch yourself come on my hand, Calla, my mate.”

His commanding voice. His fingertips stroking my G-spot. The sensation of his rock-hard cock against my lower back. The sight of his beautiful purple fingers, lit by bioluminescence and glistening with my slickness. A wave of delicious tension built inside me, threatening to sweep me away, but not quite reaching the peak I craved.

“Obey me,” he growled into my ear, then bit my earlobe with his sharp, sharp teeth.

On that flash of pain, I came apart with a wail. I clenched around his fingers, and my wetness dripped from his hand.

He buried his face against the side of my neck as he stroked me without mercy. “Keep coming. Do not stop. I need every drop of honey you have to give.”

I didn’t stop coming. I couldn’t. He needed my honey, and I wanted to obey.

When my head fell back against his chest, my chest heaving with shuddering gasps, he lay me gently on the floor and moved above me again.

Fabric tore, and then his pants were gone and his beautiful cock head pressed against my pussy, just millimeters from sliding inside. His skin pulsed with light and his eyes shone wild with a desire so fierce that it scared and thrilled me.

“Calla,” he pleaded, his voice rough. “Please.”

Vos looked on the verge of desperation. Not just desperate to fuck me, but desperate for something much more than that—a connection that went far deeper than his cock buried in me.

I didn’t know what connection we had, or might have someday, but I’d wanted to feel that cock inside me from the moment I’d seen it. And though I appreciated that he’d asked permission, he sure as hells would not have to ask twice.

“Yes, Vos,” I whispered. “Yes.”

With a low rumble in his chest, he thrust his thick cock head into my pussy. Its girth made me gasp and arch my back to make it easier for him. He withdrew his cock and then pushed it in again, a little deeper this time. The ridges and frills that ran the length of his cock undulated and throbbed, and his cock head moved inside me, rubbing me in ways I had never felt before. I wanted him fully inside me, but these sensations made me quiver and moan.

He nestled his face into the crook of my neck, inhaled deeply, and thrust his cock into my pussy, all the way to his balls. Oh, gods. I screamed and pulled at his tentacles’ grip onmy wrists, but to no avail. I wanted to dig my nails into his back. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and hold him close. I wanted everything, and nothing at all except his cock filling me completely.

With one arm around my shoulder and cradling my head and his weight on the other so he didn’t crush me, Vos stilled except for ragged breathing and what almost felt like shivers. His skin pulsed with light.

“Vos,” I murmured. “Are you all right?”

Trembling, he raised his head. His glowing gaze had never looked so beautiful as it did now from above with his cock buried inside me.

“I am in heaven, my mate,” he rasped. “Your cunt is a perfect fit for me. I knew it would be.”

I pulled gently on his tentacle’s grip on my right wrist. He released me immediately, obviously recognizing the difference between my playful and arousing attempts to free myself and this moment, when my desire to touch him meant more. And that was why I’d let him trap me—because I had the key to the trap and could free myself at any time.

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