Page 25 of Snowed in: With the Alien Tentacle Monster

"Beautiful," Valen murmured, withdrawing enough to let him breathe. "Would you like to come? Or would you like me to hold you like this until the effects of my nectar wear off?"

Logan’s thoughts swam. He couldn’t answer the question because he wanted both.

Valen stroked his cheek, and then the tentacles inside him flexed slightly, rubbing against his inner walls and Logan lost awareness of anything else.

There were four of them.Four.

And they all moved individually.

They twisted and curled, exploring his insides with an eagerness that drove him absolutely insane. Each wriggle rubbed against his sensitive nerves, suction cups pulling at his rim and sliding against his prostate with every movement.

Logan's eyes were squeezed shut now as he gave himself entirely over to the sensation. His oversensitized body squirmed, tears ran down his cheek, his cock pulsed in Valen's tight grip, leaking precum, begging for release. But Valen only shifted his tentacles inside him again, making Logan sob with desperation.

It was perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. Every one of Logan's most secret fantasies come true.

And then finally,finally, the tentacle around his cock relaxed, stroking him firmly in time with the thrusts of Valen's other tentacles. Logan screamed as he exploded, coming harder than he ever had in his life while Valen's mental praise surrounded him like sunlight.

So beautiful, so perfect.

His body went limp, held up only by the tentacles wrapped around him as his consciousness floated somewhere above him. He could still feel Valen moving inside, drawing out his orgasm until he was utterly spent, every muscle in his body weak and pliant.

He felt himself drifting, exhaustion taking over now that the need had been sated. He barely registered Valen laying him gently down on the bed or curling protectively around him with multiple limbs. Logan sighed in contentment. He felt warm and safe in a way he hadn't in too long.

Sleep came quickly.

CHAPTER 8

When Valen awoke,Logan was sleeping next to him, his expression peaceful. Valen reached out and traced Logan's features gently. He'd enjoyed seeing Logan so blissed out, but the sight of his mate asleep in his arms filled Valen with an equally strong emotion. One that only mates could feel for one another.

He wished this moment could last forever.

His tentacles had wrapped protectively around Logan during the night, responding to his unconscious desire to keep his mate close and safe.

Logan wasn't who he had expected to be bound to, but he wasn't disappointed by this outcome, even if he did feel slightly guilty for eschewing his duty to his people. He'd been sent into space to form an alliance with the Crystalline Empire.

He was helping no one by sleeping with a human from an underdeveloped civilization.

No one aside from himself.

Logan stirred slightly, and a certain tenderness for the human welled up inside Valen. No, he could not regret how this journey had turned out.

Logan's eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep. He blinked a few times, focusing on Valen's face. A small smile tugged at his lips, and Valen felt the warmth of that expression echo through their bond.

"Morning," Logan murmured, his voice rough with sleep. He didn't pull away from Valen's tentacles, which felt like another small victory.

"Good morning, mate," Valen replied softly, letting one tentacle stroke Logan's cheek. The human leaned into the touch. He hadn't put his guard back up after their recent coupling. Valen hoped he never would.

"I should make breakfast," Logan said, though he made no move to get up.

"I could help," Valen offered, though the memory of the meal he allegedly ruined still made him wince.

Logan seemed over it, however. He chuckled. "As long as you promise not to touch the microwave."

"I promise." Valen loosened his hold, allowing Logan to sit up. He watched as his mate pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, admiring the fluid way humans moved on just two legs.

In the kitchen, Logan handled the cooking while Valen used his tentacles to set the table and pour drinks. The smell of coffee and eggs filled the cabin, and Valen found himself appreciating this simple Earth custom. Humanity might be primitive still, but there was something pleasant about Logan's quiet way of life.

Valen could get used to this.

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