Page 22 of Tentacles and Teeth

“Fuuuck,” I growled. “Come for me—shit, just like that. Such a good fucking girl, fuck!”

She froze, thighs trembling and still for a breathless moment, then her hips were a blur of motion as she came, sobbing into my shirt.

Each cry was a hot lick across my balls, and I shouted, back arching as my hand clamped over my knot. The orgasm that shot through me stole my vision, leaving only Katarina’s muffled cries echoing in my ears, frantic with ecstasy.

When my vision cleared, I found her collapsed, limp and panting on her bed so far away. Her thighs gleamed with the evidence of her pleasure, the duvet beneath her dark with it. I burned to go to her, to wash her, and hold her as our heartbeats slowed.

Eventually her eyes fluttered open, bleary as they searched out mine.

I held them, growling low as I ran my hand through the mess I’d left on my stomach. “Look at what you do to me, li’l bit. You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Right back at you,” she managed after clearing her throat. She shot me a crooked grin.

“I need you on my tongue, Katarina. Need you wrapped around my cock.”

“I’ll be home soon,” she promised, curling onto her side facing me. She grimaced as she landed in the wet spot and scooted back.

“You’re seeing Sid Friday night. See me too.” I plowed on when her forehead wrinkled. “A double date. I’ll cook. We can talk. More than talk. Up to you. Don’t make me wait.”

She chewed her lip for a few seconds, thinking, as her eyes searched mine on the tiny screen. “Ok. Yes. If Sid’s ok with it,” she cautioned.

Remembering the thumbs up from earlier, I had no doubt that she would be. “I’ll talk to her tonight.” Katarina’s eyelashes fluttered, making me grin. “Did I wear you out, li’l bit?”

She snorted without opening her eyes, making me laugh out loud. “I was already exhausted. But I’m going to sleep a lot more relaxed, thanks to you.”

“Happy to be of service,” I purred. “Sleep well, gorgeous. I want you rested. Between Sid and I, you’re not getting much sleep this weekend.”

Chapter X

Katarina

Istretched, feeling the ache and pop as I rotated my head on my shoulders. Pulling off the glasses trying in vain to prevent the headache already blooming behind my eyes, I rubbed the bridge of my nose. There was always a backlog of emails to catch up on after any time away and dealing with them was an exercise in frustration.

I glanced at my calendar, blowing out a breath when no new meetings had magically appeared. It wasn’t a vain hope. Lucy, my secretary, was a Meta, a witch who regularly maintained my calendar through more esoteric means than the program I used. But luck was not on my side. It was just me, my computer, and these damned emails until two. I scanned the list, one in particular catching my eye. Opening it, my heart warmed at the effusive thanks from Elspeth, the woman I’d given Fenn’s number to. He’d been able to get his hands on the topaz, as he’d assured me he would, and guaranteed his services at a rate that had allowed the foundation to put in an offer on their first-choice property.

Happiness bubbled in my chest as I sent off a congratulatory response. A sizzle of heat joined it as I reached for my phone. Fenn’s immediate growly reply made a grin dimple my cheeks.

I’d been an anxious, quivery, dripping mess since I’d stepped onto the plane headed home. With nothing to distract me, I couldn’t keep my head from playing out scenarios of the three of us together. I’d been so wound up that even though I was dead on my feet, I’d had to masturbate for a solid hour before I could sleep last night. Then I’d woken a half hour before my alarm, disjointed flashes of dreams leaving me panting and jittery. Exact memories had eluded me, but I’d fumbled for my phone, rubbing my hand over the Sid-shaped ache in my chest. It had eased a touch at the sight of her name glowing above a message that read,Good morning, sweetheart. I can’t wait to see you.

The timestamp told me she’d sent it at the end of her shift, so I wasn’t surprised when my phone stayed quiet after my response flew off. But more of the nightmare fog was burned away an hour later when a chime announced a similar message from Fenn.

Jeremy had teased me ceaselessly about my preoccupation with my phone—especially the last couple of days. I wasn’t unprofessional enough to check it during panels or seminars, but it was in my hand as soon as I had a break, always with at least one message from my two suitors.

It had gotten worse when he’d nagged me into showing him pictures of them. I’d been glad to have an excuse to ask, since I was still struggling with the reality of dating without power plays or the need to protect my feelings. My aide had fallen desperately in love with Fenn at first glance and gone from incorrigible to outrageous.

His faux-scandalized speculation about what might be in the messages making me blush—damn my pale skin—had been hilarious and, on a couple of occasions, given me some intriguing new ideas. All the shenanigans had made the conference pass in a blink, leaving me hours away from my first three-person date since I was old enough to go out unchaperoned by a parent. I felt woefully unprepared.

I pushed back from the keyboard, blowing out a breath. My focus was shot. As if I’d conjured it, my phone chimed an incoming message. Sid’s tone. I’d changed hers and Fenn’s yesterday after I’d been bait and switched by a text offering reduced rates from a new stone charging service instead of the permission to come I’d been desperate for. That had been a wild morning. My two lovers had teamed up, sending me filthy texts one after another, all the while insisting that I not make myself come until I begged prettily enough. I’d been frantic with need when I locked myself in the bathroom, my pussy so hot it burned my fingers. One handed, I’d managed to type out a garbled plea to be put out of my misery, only for the ad text to hit me like a bucket of ice water.

Thankfully, permission had come soon after, and the orgasm that followed had left me so sweaty I’d had to send Jeremy to get me a fresh blouse. And panties. Remembering it, anticipation shivered up my spine. Time for a break.

I scooped up my phone as I walked across the smooth oak floors of my office. Collapsing onto the settee with my feet kicked over the arm, I drew in a breath and held it as I read Sid’s message.

How’s your first day back?

Easy. Innocent. Nothing that should raise my blood pressure. And yet, I couldn’t keep my feet from bouncing with excitement as I typed back.So many emails.

You going to have time for lunch?

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