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Nora’s beautiful hazel eyes snap up to hold mine and there’s undeniable excitement there, satisfaction, eagerness that makes the wild, feral thing in me demand more.

The rest of my tentacles pulse and squeeze her flesh, working over her back and hips and ass, reaching forward to cup her breasts and play with her pink, perfect nipples. Nora responds to each touch, begging so prettily without saying a word, and when I press a tentacle between her legs, her hips rock instinctively over it, searching for friction.

“Do you need to come again, little siren?”

With her mouth too full of my cock to speak, she just sucks harder, and gives me a look that’s easy enough to interpret as ‘but, it’s your turn.’

Generous, but so am I.

“You can do both, my treasure. Get yourself off on my tentacles while you suck my cock.”

I press that tentacle closer to her cunt, watching her eyes go round as saucers as she rocks again, and this time when she moans the sound echoes all the way down to the internal sacs where I’ll one day produce eggs for my mate.

And fuck if that doesn’t make me burn even hotter. In my three hundred years I’ve seldom allowed myself to indulge in the fantasy of fatherhood, and I probably shouldn’t be doing it now, but being inside my mate has woken something long-dormant in me, and hell if I know how to switch it off now.

Tamping it down the best I can, I concentrate on Nora’s pleasure, and on withholding my own. I’m about three seconds of self-indulgence away from coming, but I won’t—I can’t—reach that satisfaction until I’ve pleasured her again.

Delving just the tip of my tentacle inside of her, I watch Nora’s eyes flutter close and feel another strangled sound of pleasure break in her throat. I do it again, and again, pushing deeper into her hot, tight cunt as I continue to fuck her mouth.

It’s too much. Too much sensation. More than my Nora-starved body can withstand.

Concentrating as much as I can around the mindless, relentless pleasure gripping the bottom of my spine like a fist, I unfurl my tentacle slightly inside of her, just enough to get one of my suckers against that spot on the front wall of her cunt, and…

Nora’s orgasm rips through her with a groan that vibrates down my cock, and I’m lost. Still gripping her hair tightly, I come into her mouth. My spend drips down her chin and onto her breasts as she pulls back slightly to catch her breath. She’s covered in me, marked by me, and entirely boneless with pleasure as I gather her back up in my tentacles and hold her to me.

With effort, I shift back, concentrating on reigning myself in until I’m standing on two feet with my mate cradled in my arms. Nora reaches down and strokes the side of my thigh.

“I like the tentacles.”

Sunshine and starlight and every bright thing in the universe pour through me, but I only chuckle. “I could tell. And don’t worry, they’ll be back.”

Later, after we’ve finished cleaning up and made our way lazy and naked into Nora’s bed, I nestle her body against mine. She’s still relaxed and pliant, groaning softly as she melts into me.

“God, Elias,” she murmurs. “I think you’ve ruined me for anyone who doesn’t have tentacles.”

“Good,” I tell her, more gruffly than I intended.

She won’t be with anyone else from here on out, with tentacles or without, not if I have anything to do with it. Just the idea of someone else seeing her like that, touching her like that, being entrusted with the impossible sweetness of her body and her pleasure… it pulls on a deep, protective instinct, one that has the monster in me ready to do battle if it meant keeping her here by my side.

Still, the beast doesn’t have me entirely, and as Nora’s breathing slows and her body grows heavier and heavier against mine, a few hard questions bring themselves back to the fore.

Did we go too far tonight?

It feels like we’ve lived a lifetime in a day. How was it only this morning I tasted her for the first time, and only this afternoon we walked in the sunshine by the water?

Now, as darkness settles outside and the rest of it comes crashing back in—the threat from Daniel, her panic and fear, the tattered threads of restraint I couldn’t keep from snapping—guilt settles in along with it.

Should I have put a stop to things? Nora had been so sure, so eager, so willing for every touch. Open to see me for who I am, to share herself, to offer me a level of pleasure I haven’t even come close to in all my centuries.

Was it wrong to take that offer?

All those thoughts sit uneasily in my stomach as Nora sighs and adjusts herself against me. Thinking she’d been asleep, I reach down and smooth back some of the damp hair that’s fallen over her forehead.

“Is anything wrong?”

She doesn’t answer right away, but when she tilts her face up to mine and presses a soft kiss against my lips, her unease shines clearly in her eyes.

“I just… now that we’re not…” Her face flushes a little. “I can’t stop thinking about what happened earlier. At my apartment.”