Page 10 of Hook, Line, and Tentacle
I move closer, almost against my will at this point—except it isn’t at all. I don’t know why I want this, or even whatthisis. But I do. I do want it. I wanthim.
He rises to his feet. It’s not fast or sudden, justhuge. He’s so big. The movement draws shadows across the walls and makes my lungs cinch tight in my chest.
One thick tentacle wraps around my waist and reels me in—flush against the heat of him. The air freezes in my lungs. His skin of his chest is damp and fever-warm, and the hot, firm line pressedagainst my belly is absolutelynotsubtle.
“Is this okay?” he whispers.
“Yes.” It comes out like a gasp, which is fucking humiliating, but he doesn’t seem to care.
I press my hands to his bare chest. He doesn’t flinch, and he doesn’t touch me back with his hands—he hasn’t used his hands at all yet—but the tentacles don’t hesitate.
One slides carefully around my back, curling under my breasts, but going no further. Another traces the dip of my spine, and another, bolder now, slips between my legs. Not quite touching me where I need it, just enough to feel the wet heat there. Categorically enough to make me squirm. My thighs clench involuntarily, and I lift up onto the balls of my feet with the movement.
Another tentacle brushes my lips before I realize it’s back at my face. I blink twice, then open my mouth on reflex, tongue darting out. It tastes like salt and heat andhim. I don’t know how I already seem familiar with his taste, just that I am, and I want more.
When I lift my gaze to Cal’s, his eyes are that same lightless black as earlier, pupils blown so wide they swallow the gray of his irises. He’s fixated on my mouth.
“Do you—” I choke on the words, because I can’t believe I’m about to ask. “Do you have a tentacle penis?”
His whole body stills—and then, like something cracking through a storm front, he smiles. A real one. Teeth and everything. It hits like a lightning strike, bright and sudden and absolutely fucking life-altering.
“I like your smile,” I say dumbly.
That only makes it widen, smug and sharp and gorgeous.He rolls his hips forward, pressing that hard, obvious shape against my stomach, and I make a noise that isn’t quite a word.
“The—the dick,” I stammer. “Is it a tentacle?”
He laughs. A full sound rumbling from his chest, all low and pleased. “No.”
There’s an unreasonable flare of annoyance in my gut, and I know instantly that he sees it.
Cal leans down, breath ghosting my cheek. “Does thatdisappoint you, little trespasser?”
My throat works around a dry, sticky swallow.
He just smirks. “You want me to fuck you with my tentacles?”
A soft whimper catches in my throat. I don’t answer in words, but my body betrays me anyway.A soft touch brushes low, circling my thigh, just under the curve of my ass, and I shiver.
“Tell me.” He’s still close enough that I feel his lips move against my skin. “I want to know what you crave.”
I press my cheek into his shoulder, breathing him in. When I don’t answer straight away, he withdraws until only two tentacles bracket my hips, holding me exactly where he wants me.
I whimper at the loss of contact.
“I don’t know.” It’s a blatant lie. Maybe the worst I’ve ever told. He clocks it immediately.
“You do.” A tentacle winds lazily up the curve of my back, sliding through the gap between my shoulder blades to rest at the nape of my neck. “You came down here for something.”
“A flashlight?” Weak argument, but it’s all I’ve got.
His laugh fans warm across my neck as he tucks his head down beside mine. “Try again.”
A knee nudges between my legs, kicking my feet apart lightly. My body buzzes. The tentacle still at my waist tightens, tugging me closer still.
“You’re aching, aren’t you?” he murmurs. “I can scent it all over you. So needy. So wet.”
“It’s raining,” I breathe.
