Page 29 of Tentacles and Teeth

She nodded, inhaling, and I pressed a line of kisses across her shoulder. With my other hand, I cupped her breast, flicking and pinching her extended nipple. Her head fell back with a moan as I pushed the tentacle in beside my fingers. She was tight, but so wet, and I didn’t stop until I met the back of her channel.

Slow at first, I pumped my fingers and tentacle into her, relishing the tremble that shook her with each sliding thrust. There was no pull, only the beautiful stretch of her satiny flesh around me. She cried out, pressing back, forcing my tentacle deeper.

“That’s it, baby. Taking me so good.” I was plunging into her now, filling her to the brim and running my knuckles along the spot that made her squirt and squeal.

Katarina whimpered and reached up, wrapping her arms around my neck. She was close to coming again, her muscles clamping around my fingers in a rapid, chaotic pattern. Her eyes had fluttered closed as she let herself become lost in sensation, but they flew open when I tightened the tentacle coiled around her throat ever so carefully.

“You want Fenn to fuck you, sweet girl? Fill you up with his knot? Stretch this little hole wide?”

From the hallway he cursed loud enough that Katarina could have heard him if she’d been paying any attention, but all her focus was on me. Her eyes were wide and dark as she nodded frantically.

“Yeah, you do. And when you don’t think you can take any more, I’m going to fuck this gorgeous ass,” I cooed, circling my hips against her in a smooth counterpoint to my thrusts.

“Yesyesyesyes! Fuck, I’m coming!” Katarina screamed. Her pussy flooded, clamping down so hard she locked me in place as she shook in my arms, completely given over to pleasure.

The door slammed open. Fenn stalked in, feral and half shifted. His bared teeth were those of a wolf and tawny fur covered his hulking, mostly human body. The erection straining his slacks was impressive even to me.

Katarina’s eyes flew to him, and a second gush dripped down my wrist. She keened, writhing.

“Show me.” Fenn’s words were barely more than a growl.

I wrapped more tentacles around Katarina’s body, supporting and lifting her as I turned and leaned back against the counter. I pulled her to my chest with the hand on her breast as I spread her obscenely wide, displaying her glorious cunt still stretched around me.

She moaned, another shivering climax rippling through her as we watched.

I pulled my fingers from her slippery center, raising them to my mouth and greedily slurping as I let my tentacle slither free.

Fenn snarled at the sight of her, pink, wet, swollen, and laid out like an offering, but he didn’t move from the doorway. “Do you need more?”

“Yes,” Katarina whimpered.

“You heard her,” I said. “Come over here and help me fuck our girl.”

She writhed, curving her body in a sinuous, provocative arch as she held out a hand to him in invitation.

He shook his head side to side, slow, like the predator he was. “You want me, li’l bit? I’m not gonna play nice.”

“Yes, fuck, please.” She was almost wailing now, bucking against my hold.

Fenn’s lips curved into something too dark to be a smile as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Then run.”

Chapter XIII

Fenn

Ipopped the last button free of my shirt and paused with my hands gripping either side. Katarina, standing unsteadily on her own now, hadn’t taken a single step. The pulse in her neck fluttered like a butterfly in a jar, but she didn’t move. She didn’t even breathe.

Behind her, shadows coalesced around Sid as she too readied for the hunt.

“You’re. Not. Running,” I growled, my sharp wolven teeth biting off each word. I threw my shirt to the ground and took two strides into the room.

Katarina broke, dodging around me and out into the hallway. Her bare feet slapped against the floor, then there was only the sound of her distant breaths as the front door slammed behind her.

I loped in her wake, dropping my pants as I went. At the door, I raised my head and howled. No one in my forest would doubt now whose prey ran through it. Especially not her. Sid’s smile glittered as she stepped into the shadows, her path marked by a hazy impression of movement out of the corner of my eye as she streaked after our girl. Anyone foolish enough to ignore my warning wouldn’t live long to regret it.

Katarina’s trail was clear, honey dripping from snapped twigs blending with the sharpness of plants bruised beneath her feet.

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