Page 3 of Snowed in: With the Alien Tentacle Monster

And his body responded to those alien desires as if they were his own.

More tentacles reached for him. Each new point of contact intensifying the rush of need that suddenly suffused Logan.Mate. Found you. Need you.The being's thoughts weren't words exactly, but raw, unfiltered emotions that bypassed all rational thought.

The creature moved closer. Its topaz eyes had darkened, pupils dilated to black pools as his appendages wrapped around Logan's waist, his arms, sending pulses of desperate yearning through his skin.

Logan swallowed an instinctive moan.

God, how long had it been since anyone had touched him with longing?

He must be losing it.

All those nights alone since Jeff's death, all that isolation, it had finally driven him insane, just like his sister had warned him it would.

Because there was no way this was real. He was hallucinating, and his hallucination was touching him, and God…

He was so fucking horny.

"Wait," Logan gasped, but his hands betrayed him, reaching out to touch the being's azure skin. The monster trilled in response, its tentacles tightening possessively. More waves of emotion flooded through the contact:Mine. Please. Want.

"This is crazy," Logan whispered, even as another tentacle slid up his back, drawing an involuntary shudder from him. "I've completely lost my mind."

The monster's response was immediate—a surge of possessive desire so strong it made Logan's knees buckle. Only the tentacles wrapped around him kept him upright, supporting him as the being drew him closer.

Fuck it,Logan decided. If this was madness, he didn’t want to be sane anymore.

He leaned into the being's embrace, letting his own hands explore those strange appendages. They were smooth and warm under his fingertips, almost silky to the touch. As he stroked them, the being made a sound like purring, low and pleased. The tip of the tentacle curled around Logan's wrist, urging his hand higher until it rested against the being's cheek. Logan ran his thumb over the monster's bottom lip, marveling at the softness.

A shiver went down his spine as more emotions poured through the monster's touch.Longing. Hunger. Desire.

Logan swallowed hard. This thing wanted him so badly. "What... who are you?"

The being tilted its head, studying him. Then the image of a word formed in his mind:Valen.

"Valen," Logan repeated. "You... you have a name?"

Another wave of emotion rolled over him—affirmation mixed with amusement. The tentacle around his waist tightened.

Logan laughed breathlessly. Of course the tentacle monster had a name. Why not? "Nice to meet you, then. I'm Logan."

The monster's - no, Valen's - mouth curved into a smile, revealing sharp fangs that sent an unexpected thrill of fear and arousal through Logan's gut.

He wasdefinitelylosing his mind.

It felt good, though. Valen's tentacles were still caressing him, sending sparks of pleasure across his skin. And when Valen bent to brush his lips over Logan's, Logan’s thoughts were too clouded with lust to do anything but respond. Valen's tongue was warm and sweet and insistent; it felt almost human as he explored Logan's mouth with increasing fervor.

Logan moaned against the monster's lips as his cock began to strain against his jeans. Fuck. He hadn't been this turned on in years. He'd forgotten what desire felt like, the heat pooling in his belly, the needy pressure building inside him...

Yesss.

Was that Valen's thought or his?

Logan wasn't sure as he felt himself lifted off his feet. Tentacles wrapped around his legs and arms, holding him securely as Valen carried him deeper inside the cabin. His pulse raced in anticipation. What was happening? Was he going to be fucked like the men in the stories he read about?

As if in response to the thought, Valen purred again. Logan felt the vibration of it against his chest as he was lowered onto his own bed. He watched, breathless, as Valen crawled over him.

"Are you... are we going to...?" Logan asked.

Valen's tentacles slid under Logan's shirt, touching bare skin, and a flood of need, raw, intense and unmistakable gave Logan all the answers he needed.

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