Page 90 of A Siren Song for Christmas

Warmth suffused Trent’s chest. Malachi undid and removed Trent’s boots and socks. He kissed Trent’s slender ankle before placing the foot on the floor. Then he undid Trent’s trousers, tugging them and his drawers down.

“Stunning,” Malachi whispered.

Trent’s chest rose and fell quickly as he stared down at Malachi.

Malachi rose to his feet and undressed himself, revealing his body to Trent’s hungry gaze. Then Malachi tugged their naked bodies together. Groaning, Malachi caught Trent’s mouth in a gentle kiss.

“I love you,” Malachi breathed against Trent’s lips before once again devouring his mouth.

Trent trembled. Slowly, Malachi led them towards the bed, only breaking the kiss when he lowered Trent onto the sheets.

He gazed up at Malachi. One tentacle slid from Trent’s foot; along his calf, knee, thigh, hip, torso; up his neck; and against his cheek. Trent reached up and held the tentacle. He pressed a kiss to the tip.

Smiling, Malachi knelt between Trent’s spread thighs. He gripped them and pushed them further apart. Then a tentacle, a very slippery tentacle, slid up Trent’s inner thigh. Trent squirmed. When had it gotten the lubrication?

But the thought fled his mind as the slippery tip teased his balls. Trent lifted his hips, giving the tentacle better access. Malachi’s hands on Trent’s thighs tightened as his tentacle probed Trent’s hole, teasing the tight ring.

Trent bit his lip and clenched against the tip.

It slid in. Trent groaned, and his cock throbbed. The tentacle slid in and out, in and out, each time wiggling deeper inside him.

Trent’s hand tightened on the tentacle that he still held. He cried out as the other tentacle slid further inside his hole, stretching him wider. He writhed on Malachi’s tentacle.

Four of Malachi’s tentacles wrapped around Trent’s wrists and ankles, holding him firmly down.

Trent keened as he tugged against the restraints, which pulsed and squeezed him. And all the while, the other tentacle kept fucking deeper and deeper into his body. He shuddered. “Malachi!”

“You like that, don’t you?” Malachi asked, voice husky. “You like me restraining you so I can do whatever I want with you.”

Trent’s mouth fell open. He nodded.

Malachi leaned forward, gaze studying Trent’s face. “You’re mine. Every inch of you is mine. You belong to me.” His tentacle fucked Trent so deep. It squirmed. It hit that spot inside him.

“Yes. I’m yours!” Trent cried out.

The tentacle rubbed insistently at his prostate. Trent whimpered.

Malachi pressed a gentle kiss to Trent’s cheek. “And I’m yours. Body, heart, and soul.”

Trent’s breath caught. The tentacle in his hole slid free.

Then Malachi leaned back. Another tentacle wrapped around Malachi’s hard dick, slathering it with lubricant.

Trent sagged. His gaze fixed on Malachi’s glistening dick.

“Please. I need it. I need you. Please fuck me. Please love me,” Trent babbled.

Malachi moved in between Trent’s spread legs, guiding his cock to Trent’s eager hole.

Trent held his breath, whole body tingling with anticipation as the head of Malachi’s length kissed his tense entrance.

“I love you, Trent.” Then Malachi pushed forward.

Trent’s head flung back, and he moaned, long and loud, as Malachi’s cock filled him right to the hilt. Malachi’s cock slid back, leaving Trent’s body until just the head remained inside him. He thrust.

Trent cried out.

Malachi growled. “I will take your body.” Thrust. “I will claim you.” Thrust. “And I will show you just how much I love you.” He thrust again.