Page 8 of Tentacles and Teeth

“Oh gods, that feels—” A small shriek, muffled, as if the little human had bitten a pillow. Or had something thrust into her mouth. A series of jagged grunts and more wet noises, louder now. “Yes, yes, just like that. Fuck, I’m so full.”

Katarina’s breathy voice trailed off into a low whine, deep in her throat, and that was it.

I growled, my broken chair careening into the wall behind me as I leapt up, tearing at my pants. A stream of “fuck, fuck, fuck” fell from my lips as I tried to get rid of the denim that suddenly felt like a gods bedamned chastity belt without castrating myself.

A snorting laugh from Sid filtered through the wall, and I glared in her direction.

“Wha—? What’s funny?” Katarina panted the words, confusion battling desperate arousal.

“Nothing, sweet girl,” Sid crooned. “Just feeling lucky as hell.”

I snorted and muttered, “Rub it in, why don’t you?”

Sid chuckled again and murmured too low for me to make out. Then I guess she did rub it in, because it was all moaning and hot, wet squelching sounds after that.

Finally naked, I stalked to the door. Leaning forward with one forearm braced on the last barrier between me and everything I wanted in that moment, I took my angry, throbbing shaft in hand. The head was wet and shiny, fluid dribbling out where it peeked from my stretched foreskin. I gave myself two quick strokes, hips bucking to meet my hand, then circled the head, slicking my palm and fingers with precum.

The world flickered, colors adjusting as I shifted a tiny amount—just enough for my ears to perk forward, the sounds of Katarina’s pleasure growing sharper and more distinct, while the scent of her soaking through the door made me bite back a shout as my cock jerked, a pulse of precum dripping to the floor.

I brought my fingers to my mouth, lapping and sucking as I listened to Katarina’s moans and pretended it was her wet pussy I was tasting.

The sounds of their fucking grew louder, faster, thrusts hitting harder as more words of praise fell from Sid’s mouth and Katarina’s moans turned into a series of curses that sounded like prayers.

I dropped my head, teeth gritted, and worked my hand over my slick length in time to Katarina’s sexy voice. Over and over I stroked myself, squeezing and twisting. I didn’t touch my knot, though it was so swollen it hurt. If I did it would be all over, and I refused to come without her.

I pictured her body, thick and luscious. Imagined her bent over in front of me, my hand fisted in that chestnut hair while her ass jiggled and bounced with each thrust of my cock in her juicy little hole. I grunted, my balls tight, sweat slicking down my back as I fucked my phantom lover.

“Gods, yes! There, right there.” Katarina shouted. “Ugh, you’re so deep! I’ve never—I’m gonna, oh fuck, I’m gonna come!”

I growled, blood filling my mouth as I bit my arm to muffle the sound. I slammed forward, sweet pressure clamping down around my knot as her climax rained around me. My cum shot out in blinding pulses that slammed into the base of my spine, holding me rigid. I couldn’t have pulled back if I wanted to. I wanted to fill her up. Fill her, and knot her, and watch her squirm and come on top of me until I finally deflated, then do it all again.

Soft words accompanied by the sounds of skin sliding against fabric brought me back to myself. I looked at the cooling cum dripping down my door and laughed, breathless and unsteady.

After taking a moment to get my legs to stop shaking, I got a wet cloth and cleaned up the evidence of my lack of control.

Five minutes later I was sprawled in bed, the breeze from the window cool against my sweaty body. Something had to be done about Katarina. Tonight was clear evidence that my resistance to her was laughable. Everything suggested she’d be seeing Sid again, and as hot as that interlude had been, I wasn’t ok with making “jacking off to my roommate having sex” a regular thing.

I inhaled, savoring the smell of our mingled climaxes. Fuck, that was good.

Tomorrow. I’ll introduce myself, see how she reacts. Get a feel for her and Sid together. Fuck, it was possible this weird fixation was all biological and I wouldn’t even like her, although I doubted it. Sid was a good judge of character. Katarina might not be into men, though. Or she might be monogamous, since it was more common in human cultures. Shit, I hoped not. I wouldn’t do anything to interfere with whatever she was building with Sid, but gods, it would suck to watch them together from the outside. I’d have to take a lot of away jobs.

More kissing from across the hall, then Katarina said, “Mmm...my turn.”

Sid’s answering laugh was uncomfortably sexy, as was the moan that followed.

I rolled over and grabbed my audiocuffs from the nightstand, fitting them over my ears. A tiny push of energy and music rolled over me, blunting the sounds of my roommate getting her rocks off. That was about as sexy as my parents doing it.

That I could have done this twenty minutes ago didn’t escape me. Nor did the fact that I could’ve jumped in my truck and driven to an inn. When my second head took over, I was stupid as shit. And stubborn, I admitted to myself. I’d wanted Katarina too much to accept anything but getting—and staying—close. Still did, for that matter.

I fell asleep smiling, and dreamed of a pale body flickering between night-dark trees, my breath steaming as I ran behind her. Of catching her, her body cushioning me as I buried myself in her again and again. Of her screams as she gushed her orgasm down my throat and crushed me with her thighs.

Fuck, I hoped Katarina wanted to come play with the big bad wolf.

Chapter V

Katarina

Iblinked, squinting against the light stabbing me in the eyeballs. My body woke with a flood of memories as I rolled over, grunting under my breath. I was sore everywhere. Inside and out. A wide smile stretched my cheeks as I came face-to-ass with the reason I was a raw, aching mess this morning.

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