Page 5 of Tentacles and Teeth

I clenched my teeth, attention riveted to her as she chewed. When she opened her eyes, I held her gaze and brought my hand up, sucking the taste of her mouth from my fingers. “Delicious.”

She made a strangled sound and pushed forward. Her lips met mine, our tongues sliding against each other in an urgent dance. She tasted of rich masala and woman, and I wanted to devour her whole. My head was spinning when I pulled away enough for her panting breaths to cool my wet mouth.

“If you want me to eat this food instead of you right now, I’m going to need you to tone down the sexy.” Katarina’s voice was ragged with an echo of a whimper.

My hunger ratcheted higher. “You bring it out in me, sweet girl.” I snuck another deep, drugging kiss from her already swollen lips, then broke off with a groan. “Ok. Shit. Sorry. I can behave.”

She giggled, making those magnificent breasts quiver.

Fuuuck.“That was a lie. You have ten minutes.”

Her laughter turned into chortles and some of the ready tension left her spine.

I leaned on one palm, watching her eat with quiet satisfaction. I swallowed a mouthful of savory dosa and creamy coconut chutney, tension coiling from low in my hips as she sat back with a happy sigh.

“All done?”

Her scent deepened and she slowly nodded, the corners of her mouth curling as she held my gaze.

Gods that confidence was sexy. I moved forward, implacable, until she was lying back in the soft clover, and I was braced above. I looked down, marveling at the masterpiece that was this woman. Cheeks and lips flushed, eyes dark, body begging to be worshiped. Something tingled at the edge of my awareness, and I snapped out a tentacle, catching the small metal object. One of the tiffins from Didi’s, a single layer by the feel. Bringing it around where I could see it, I pulled off the lid with a quick flick and grinned down at Katarina. Dipping inside, I purred, “They really do know exactly what we need,” as the heady scent of syrup and cardamom mixed with her honey musk.

Katarina’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but when I held up the sticky caramel colored ball her expression cleared and she opened her mouth, pink tongue out in demand.

I watched as she chewed, licking her lips with a happy murmur. When she was finished, I growled and dipped the shadowy tip of a tentacle back in the syrup. Hunger thrummed deep as I drew it across her chest, leaving her glistening like a pastry.

“My turn.”

Chapter III

Katarina

Sid was magic. It had nothing to do with her being Fae, and everything to do with her. She’d barely touched me, and I was squirming. The velvety brush of a tentacle traced my shoulder, the strap of my dress falling to my arm. Its coiling strength dipped under the lace and my breast was bare to the night air. My nipple pebbled, then I arched, moaning as the heat of Sid’s mouth surrounded it. Her tongue rubbed across the straining nub, back and forth, before her teeth closed over it and she tugged.

“Oh, gods, yes,” I moaned, gripping her shoulders. I pulled, wanting her closer, wanting her body pressed against mine, but tentacles coiled around my wrists and shackled them above my head. Sid pulled off my breast with a last, dragging slide of her teeth and looked down at me with half-lidded eyes gone completely solid.

“Be a good girl, now. You had your dessert. It’s my turn.”

A trickle of uncertainty caught my panting breath for a split second, but awe supplanted it as Sid’s tattoos lifted from her skin. They shimmered into life, inky black and smooth. Suddenly, I was being touched in so many places at once I couldn’t keep track. A writhing band of muscled silk coiled around my exposed breast, lifting and squeezing, the tip bumping and flicking over my nipple. Lace scraped over sensitized flesh as she bared my other breast, only to cover it with a warm hand. Tentacles supported my arched back and coasted down my sides, wrapping around my thighs.

Sticky wetness dripped over my nipples, followed by Sid’s hungry mouth. I watched as she dipped a tentacle in the gulab jamun syrup once more and traced a swirling path across my chest. My head tipped back as the thick line of sweetness trailed up my neck, and I moaned as Sid’s hot mouth followed.

“Yeah, let me hear it.” She breathed the words against my throat, drawing her tongue in a long shuddering line before sinking her teeth into the tendon.

The sound that purred out of me was louder then, and I tried to buck, straining against the many limbs holding me down.

“Fuck, yeah. Just like that. So responsive. Look at you, spread out like a feast, all for me.”

Her words hit my ears like rain, and I soaked them up, my hips twisting as I searched for something to rub against, some source of friction to soothe the ache.

“Easy, sweet girl. I have you.” With that, she dropped down, pressing every inch of her lithe, gorgeous body into me. Finally. The tentacles wrapped around my thighs tightened, pulled, and her knee pressed in to notch firmly against my bare weeping slit as my skirt rucked up around my hips. “You’re soaked, Katarina. All this, for me?”

She ground her knee into me and I keened, the rough friction of her jeans across my outer lips a perfect counterpoint to the heavy pressure against my clit. I rocked against her as much as I could, feeling an orgasm building in my core. I’d been so turned on for so long, the promise of relief had me shaking.

She pulled back, the sudden lack of friction like a slap.

My eyes snapped open, and I growled. “Don’t. Stop.”

“I asked you a question.” Her voice was unfazed, but her eyes were burning so brightly everything was cast in a violet radiance. “Is all this honey,” One of her tentacles uncoiled from my thigh, burying itself in my cunt before I could drag in a surprised breath, “for me?”

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