Page 12 of Snowed in: With the Alien Tentacle Monster

"We don't always need to... consume like this," Valen added, gesturing at the soup. "Sometimes we simply absorb energy from surrounding stars."

"Like photosynthesis?"

Valen tilted his head, clearly accessing the word from what he'd learned. "Similar, yes. And sometimes..." His skin glowed brightly. "Sometimes a good coupling can sustain us for days."

Logan nearly choked on air. "A good what now?"

"The sharing of energy during mating." Valen grinned. "It is very... nourishing."

"Are you telling me that last night was basically dinner for you?"

"More like a feast." Valen studied him. "Was it not like that for you?"

Logan felt his face heat. "That's not... I mean, humans don't..."

"No?" One of Valen's tentacles reached out, hovering just inches from Logan's arm. "May I show you something?"

Logan hesitated. What did Valen want to show him, and did Logan want to see?

Whatever it was, it would 100% be related to sex, and Logan was already struggling to keep his mind from going there. It was bad enough that he could still feel where Valen had entered him last night.

Fuck, what a night that had been.

"Logan?" Valen waited for a response.

Logan exhaled and gave in. He might as well learn as much as he could.

The moment Valen's tentacle touched his skin, his mind filled with sensations that weren't his own. He saw theirencounter last night from Valen's point of view. Energy, flowing and pulsing, an exchange more intimate than mere physical pleasure. He felt what Valen had felt, a desire for connection, for intertwining with his mate, fulfilling his every need.

He saw himself in Valen's eyes, blissed out, twitching and squirming as Valen's tentacles thickened inside of him.

Logan jerked back, breaking the contact. "That's... that was..."

"You enjoyed that," Valen said. "So did I." His tentacle curled around Logan's wrist, almost possessively.

Blood rushed to Logan's groin.

Fuck.

I could show you more,Valen's thoughts purred through their connection.Last night was just instinct. Now I understand your form better...

Images flooded Logan's mind: tentacles caressing every sensitive spot, wrapping around him with delicious pressure, sliding inside him to claim him more thoroughly than any human could.

I know how much you enjoyed being filled,Valen's mental voice was rich with promise.I could make you lose your mind slowly this time. Keep you on the edge of pleasure for hours. Make you forget everything else.

Logan's whole body throbbed with want.

Why did this alien have to have intimate knowledge of all of Logan's kinks? He could feel himself hardening, his skin flushing with heat as Valen shared more detailed imagery of exactly what he could do with those tentacles, how he could stuff his mouth, his ass?—

"Stop." Logan yanked his arm away, stumbling to his feet, though every cell in his body screamed at him not to break the contact. "Just... stop."

Valen's light dimmed slightly, his eyes studying Logan with obvious confusion. "Your body responds. Your mind yearns. Every part of you wants this. Why do you resist?"

"It's not that simple." Logan's voice was rough.

"Explain?" Valen's tentacles curled inward, making him seem smaller, less threatening, though Logan could still feel the charged energy between them. "Have I misunderstood human mating customs?"

Logan ran a hand through his hair, pacing. His skin felt too tight, too hot, and Valen's presence wasn't helping. Those promises of pleasure still echoed in his mind, making it hard to think straight. "No. Yes. I mean..." He exhaled sharply. "Look, humans... we don't just... Some of us need..."

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