Page 7 of Tentacles and Teeth

I arched, hands coming up to flatten my nipples between my fingers as I rode to my pleasure. One more cum for the road, then all bets were off. I’d played her pillow princess so far tonight, but I wouldn’t be able to behave much longer. Once we were behind closed doors, I was feeding this desperate hunger to feel her under my hands, my mouth. We’d see who ended up between who’s thighs.

Chapter IV

Fenn

The tightly wound muscles in my back twitched as I came to a loping stop outside the fence separating my house from the woods surrounding it. Sid’s car sat next to my truck in the driveway. She hadn’t brought Katarina back to the bar. Her blue sedan, redolent with that damned honey smell, was still in the lot when I left.

I shunted my brain forcefully away from visions of exactly what they might have been doing while I played babysitter to a crowd of drunken idiots, and pivoted to do a sweep of the perimeter.

The evening hadn’t gone as I’d intended. Frustrated with an inexplicable and persistent error in my latest design, I’d gone to the Broken Crown to clear my head. That plan had changed with one inhale. Intoxicating sweetness had hit my nose as soon as my feet crunched into the gravel of the parking lot, and I stalked it with single-minded intent.

Finding out the bearer of that mouthwatering scent had fallen victim to Silk’s selfish posturing had made me long to taste blood. But that reaction paled compared to the feral tantrum that raged through me when Sid announced her prior claim.

Not even tormenting Silk had jollied away that disappointment.

There were no new scent trails and the wards hummed unbroken, so I reluctantly turned back. The last few hours had been excruciating, with lingering hints of Katarina weaving through the crowd to catch me by the balls. I’d growled in relief when the crowd scents finally overcame the distracting sweetness, only to have my one-track-cock straining at my jeans every time I poured a glass of damned mead.

It had been a long fucking night.

I’d barely touched the doorknob when the first moan filtered through. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Another moan, Katarina’s, and I hunched over in a vain effort to make more room in my pants. Screw this. Me and my wolf could bed down in the woods tonight.

My shirt was on the ground and my fly was half unbuttoned when I was hit with the visual of me as a wolf, drool and spittle flecking my fur, monstrous pink dick waving in the wind as I ran for my sanity through the trees. Shit, anyone who saw me would think I was rabid. They wouldn’t even be wrong, I snorted.

Bumping my forehead against the rough wood of the door, I gave decency one last try. Sid’s hearing was as good as mine, so I didn’t bother to raise my voice. “Should I come back later?”

Her voice trickled back, moaning. “Oh, no, don’t stop.”

Alright, then.

I opened the door and the most luscious scent flooded over me. The ladies were getting along exceptionally well. I felt like I was wading through the honey of Katarina’s pleasure as I forced myself to turn right into my room. I threw the windows wide and sprawled in my desk chair, glaring at the mess of drawings and calculations scattered over the wide surface as I popped the last two buttons of my fly and adjusted my straining length.

Work. Irritating, distracting, very not-sexy work. Yes. I could focus on that. Not the moaning and wet, slippery sounds from across the hall.

I pushed my will at the main drawing and stared blankly at the glowing three-dimensional image of the power grid I was attempting to integrate with the large, uneven point of topaz my client insisted on. Topaz was finicky at the best of times, but this particular piece had failed every simulation I’d tried so far, and I was close to smashing it with a hammer. Accidentally, of course.

Whimpers. Wet, slurping noises.

Maybe if I switched to gold at the mounting points, it would keep the temperature dow—

“Greedy girl, you want more?”

More? I could do more. My cock throbbed, and I was halfway out of my seat before the haze cleared. No. No joining the roommate’s sex fest uninvited, even if the woman she’d brought home was the hottest thing I’d seen in memory and listening to them fuck was a sweet agony.

I glared at the root-like structure of glowing wires in front of me, making slight adjustments with jerky hands.

A snarl. Katarina’s hissing voice, “Don’t you fucking tease me again, or I’ll—”

A thud, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, then muffled grunts came in time with sloppy thrusting sounds.

The image before me pulsed once, then exploded in a shower of stinging sparks. I cursed, ignoring the inconsequential pains as I vibrated in the chair, gripping the arms hard enough the wood creaked and groaned under my fingers. My claws shot out, scoring deep gouges.

Sid’s voice again. “Come on, sweet girl. You said you wanted more. Open up for me. So beautiful.”

The sound of a lid snapping open. A long, low groan from Katarina.

“One more, you can do it. Fuck, yeah, work those hips. That’s a good girl. I want to feel you come apart again.”

I barely heard the creak of the wood under my hands or my own heavy breaths, too focused on the sounds of Katarina’s mounting orgasm.

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