Page 91 of A Siren Song for Christmas

Malachi lowered his head and kissed Trent. His tongue plundered Trent’s mouth as his cock plundered Trent’s body.

Malachi’s stomach rubbed against Trent’s trapped cock. Broken sounds of pleasure were lost in frantic kisses as they fucked. All the while, tentacles squeezed Trent, holding him down against the bed.

Malachi pounded into Trent, deep and hard. Pre-cum spilled from Trent’s cock trapped between them.

He could feel the pleasure tingling in his gut and balls. He broke the kiss, panting for air.

“I love you,” Malachi said, voice hoarse, as he clutched Trent’s hips whilst he kept shoving his cock into him. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Trent’s voice shook as his orgasm built inside him. “Oh! Malachi. I can’t… You— Ah!” His vision blurred. His body spasmed. His dick jerked as he came between them.

Malachi kept pistoning his hips, shoving into Trent with jerky thrusts. Then he shouted, hips stuttering, and he flooded Trent’s hole with pulse after pulse of his warm cum.

Malachi shuddered. He groaned and sagged against Trent.

Trent pressed a kiss to Malachi’s throat. The tentacles and hands released their grip around Trent’s wrists and ankles.

“I love you, Trent,” Malachi said. “I will never get tired of saying that.”

Trent wrapped his arms and legs around Malachi. “And I will never get tired of hearing it.”

Chapter

Forty-Six

Malachi stood singing in the middle of the Aquatic Horticultural Emporium.

The plants swayed as if a current stirred the water in the plants’ tanks. They moved in time with his tentacles, which danced in the air as Malachi sang.

He’d always known the plants would respond to his voice. Still, he’d been unable to sing for them. He’d been unable to sing until Trent came into his life and awoke the love inside him and the song in his heart. Now all his siren songs had returned.

He touched the seashell Forathia had given him and smiled, knowing Forathia would be proud of him. Malachi didn’t doubt for a single second that Forathia would have adored Trent. He’d be happy for the two of them.

Dropping his hand, Malachi continued singing as he walked around, looking over his plants.

The stairs creaked as Trent came down the stairs. Malachi stopped singing.

“Your voice is magical,” Trent called out. “I could listen to you sing forever.”

“I have you to thank for that. You gave me back my siren songs for Christmas.” Then Malachi saw what Trent waswearing. He sucked in a breath. “You look stunning. I knew you would.”

Trent wore a long black robe. But thick blue tentacles had been embroidered onto it.

“I love it.” Trent stroked one of the embroidered tentacles. “It makes me feel like I’m always in your tentacled embrace.”

Malachi had gotten it custom-made, a Christmas present for his mate. It had been a rush order, since he’d needed it ready for Christmas. He’d employed an arachnadia, and it hadn’t been cheap. “Ready to go, my love?”

“Almost.” Trent came down the rest of the stairs. He held up Kelby in front of his face.

“Is Kelby coming to the Christmas lunch with us? I’ll go get her bag.” Last night, they had constructed a padded transport bag with a small terrarium inside. It allowed her to be carried safely to the bakery during the colder months.

“Not yet.” Trent smiled, eyes glistening. “I’ve decided that today is the day!”

“Really?” Malachi grinned and walked towards him.

Trent nodded. “It is Christmas, after all.”

“You’re right. It’s the perfect day.” Malachi placed his hands on Trent’s arms.