Page 24 of Tentacles and Teeth

The whole time, she teased me. Sometimes a tickling stroke along my labia, other times a hard slide across my clit, gone before I could follow the burst of pleasure to where I wanted—needed—to go. Never enough to make me come, always just enough to keep me literally and figuratively on the edge of my seat.

When I had to stop in the middle of a sentence, gasping, she smoothly took over the conversation where I’d left off. When I got so excited about what we were talking about that she felt I wasn’t paying my frustrated cunt enough attention, she flicked me—hard—on the clit.

I was going to murder her. I was going to tie her up and make her eat me out until I came, and then I was going to kill her.

Licking my fingers with unnecessary thoroughness after my last taco, I bit back a moan when she retaliated by running the tip of her tentacle along my folds, dancing at the edge of the sopping lace. I pulled myself together and raised an eyebrow. “What, no dessert?”

The smile that spread across her face was a mix of pure delight and wicked intent that would have gotten me wet if I hadn’t been soaked to my knees already. As it was, my chest grew warm and tight. This woman was dangerous. But with every breath, I felt myself moving closer rather than away.

“I’ve been working on my dessert for a while now. I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait for yours.” The apology in her voice was saccharine. “I hope you’re not too disappointed.”

The last came out as a purr that sent a shiver up my spine, but the pithy comment I’d readied died on my tongue as her tentacle plowed into me. She didn’t move my underwear, and it didn’t tear. She thrustthroughthe thin barrier of lace over my delta as if it weren’t there. Before my brain could catch up with this new situation, my pussy was full of twisting, pulsing muscle.

Fucking shadow tentacles, godsdamn.

Sid swallowed my shocked cry with a snarl, all pretense of calm abandoned. She was halfway across the table, my head locked in her hands, growling as she ate my mouth. Under the camouflaging cloth, the frantic motions of her fucking made obscene wet squelches.

I keened, the sound muffled by her kiss as I rode the jagged edge of an earth-shaking orgasm. Being fully dressed as she thrust into me with an intensity that was one perfect, trembling step from too much did something to my brain, leaving me desperate and twitching. I was so close. I just needed a little push. She curled her tentacle within me, running it over and over that sensitive spot on the front wall of my channel.

The pressure swelled in me, making me moan and bite her lips as I dug my nails into her forearms.

“Quiet, baby.” The words were almost unintelligible, growled as they were against my mouth. “I don’t feel like sharing right now. This orgasm is all mine. These sounds—fuck, love, so beautiful—are all mine.You’remine. Give me what I want, sweet girl.”

Tears prickled behind my eyelids and the muscles in my arms locked, holding her tight as I twisted my hips. Closer. Fuck, so close.

“Look at me.”

My eyes snapped open, meeting the swirling expanse of Sid’s stare.

“Mine.”

She swallowed my cry, more tentacles snapping out to wind around my waist, a band over my hips keeping me in place as I came in an explosion of sensation and emotions that felt like it would never end. Fluid gushed from me, splattering my thighs and soaking my skirt as she continued to thrust. She didn’t stop until I was limp and panting; her hold the only thing keeping me from being a puddle on the floor of the gazebo.

When my eyes finally fluttered open, her human gaze was filled with satisfaction, although fire still flickered in the violet depths.

“Hey.”

I cracked up, head on my arms as I braced myself against the table and gasped, trying to slow my racing heart. I felt like I’d been scooped out with a spoon, all my raw edges jagged and sparking with sensitivity. And all she had to say for herself was, “hey.”

We stole tender kisses as we packed the remains of our lunch. Sid cast a clean-up on my skirt—although the brat left me soaking underneath it—so I could finish out my workday without an unscheduled trip home to change. She wasn’t a Bwbach, but she was handy to have around. She pretended offense through her laughter when I told her so.

I put a hand on her arm when she turned to go after walking me back to my building.

“Can I—I need to ask you a question.” I corrected myself halfway through the thought, barreling on when she raised her brows with a smile. “Earlier...the ‘mine’ stuff. Did that mean something? Or was it just sex talk?”

“Oh, it definitely meant something,” Sid assured me, pulling me close. “But it wasn’t an official claiming, if that’s what you’re asking. I wouldn’t do that without your consent.” Her eyelids fluttered, hiding her gaze from me for a second before she met my eyes steadily once more. “I’m falling pretty hard for you, Katarina. I know it’s fast. But Ifeelthings. And I’m not good at hiding them.” Her hands ran up and down my back in long, steady strokes.

“I don’t want you to hide them,” I said with a smile wide enough my cheeks ached. Trying to look less like a lunatic, I bit my lip. “I liked it. That was pretty obvious, huh?”

She chuckled, and the kiss we shared then was full of soft possibilities and unspoken promises.

“I like you, too,” I murmured when we parted, lips clinging for an extra second. “So. Feelings are present. But we’re still playing it by ear, yeah?” At her nod, I drew in a deep breath and blew it out in a burst. “Does this change the plans for tonight? I, uh, I’ve noticed you haven’t mentioned Fenn at all.”

“Not unless your desires have changed. If you want him, I want you to have him. Your pleasure is my concern. I haven’t mentioned him...because I’m selfish.” She quirked her lips, lifting one shoulder. “I’ll share you tonight, happily. Watching you come is the sexiest shit, and showing you off while you come formeonly makes it hotter. But when I’ve got you all to myself? I get greedy.”

That big goofy smile was back, and this time I couldn’t school it into a more respectable expression. “I can deal with that.”

“Good.” Sid slapped my ass and winked, swooping in for one last kiss. “Go finish your work, love. I’ll pick you up at seven. Don’t plan to be home for a couple days.”

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