Page 15 of Snowed in: With the Alien Tentacle Monster

Now that Valen mentioned it, Logan could feel a dull ache settling into his muscles, an uncomfortable warmth spreading under his skin. Nothing unbearable yet, but...

"And you're sure there's no other way?" Logan asked, though he already knew the answer.

"The nectar contains elements necessary for your adaptation." Valen shot him an apologetic look. "I cannot alter its... other effects."

Logan paced the living room. The ache in his muscles was getting worse. "How long does the aphrodisiac effect last?"

"I don't know." Valen's topaz eyes tracked his movement. "The intensity varies between individuals. The effects are immediate."

"Great." A memory of the previous night flashed through Logan's mind, the sweet taste, the way the nectar had made his whole body sing with pleasure, how desperately he'd wanted more... He looked at Valen. "You'll stay away from me while I'm... affected?"

"If that is what you wish." Valen's light dimmed slightly. "Though fighting the urge alone will be challenging for you. I do not wish for you to suffer."

"Yeah, well, I've had practice with self-control." Logan winced as another wave of discomfort rolled through him. "Let's just get this over with."

Valen hesitated. "Are you certain? The withdrawal symptoms might be preferable to?—"

"To spending a few hours horny and frustrated?" Logan laughed without humor. "Pretty sure I can handle that better than fever and muscle failure. Just..." He exhaled sharply. "I'll be fine."

One of Valen's tentacles extended toward Logan, the tip already glistening with that silvery nectar.

Logan's heart hammered in his chest. He parted his lips, trying not to think about the last time he'd tasted this, trying not to remember how good it had felt, how much he'd wanted…

The first drop touched his tongue, sweet like honey. His whole body shuddered at the taste.

"Slowly," Valen murmured. "Let it absorb."

Logan swallowed, feeling the warmth spread through him immediately. The aches in his muscles began to fade, replaced by a different kind of tension.

Already, heat pooled in his gut.

"That's enough," he gasped, pulling back.

Valen withdrew immediately, putting distance between them. "The bed room," he said. "You can... deal with the effects there. I will remain here."

Logan nodded jerkily, already feeling too warm, too confined in his clothes. He needed to get away from Valen before he did something stupid.

"Logan?" Valen's voice was soft. "I am sorry. About all of this."

"Yeah." Logan's voice was strained. "Me too."

He practically fled to the bed room, slamming the door behind him. His whole body was on fire now, every nerve ending screaming for touch, for friction, forsex.

It was going to be a very long few hours.

CHAPTER 4

Logan collapsed onto his bed,his skin burning with need. Every brush of fabric against his body felt like torture. Too much and not enough at the same time.

The worst part wasn't even the physical arousal. It was thememories. Every touch, every sensation from last night played through his mind in vivid detail. The way Valen's tentacles had wrapped around him, the overwhelming pleasure of being filled, claimed...

"Stop it," he growled at himself, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes.

But his traitorous mind wouldn't stop. And now he knew exactly what Valen was capable of, had seen inside his mind, knew all the ways the alien could take him apart...

Logan rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in his pillow. He couldn't do this. Couldn't let himself want this. It wasn't just about sex—it was about letting someone in again, about being vulnerable, about risking his heart.

Jeff's face flashed through his mind, and guilt twisted in his gut. Was he betraying Jeff's memory by wanting this? By letting another being touch him, claim him?

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