Page 28 of Seducing Scylla (Mated Myths #1)

Scylla

“ L et me pleasure you?” Morgan’s voice is dry and raspy from screams of pleasure, but her eyes are heavy with desire as she stares up at me from the water.

My mouth pops open, speechless. No one has touched me intimately since becoming what I am now. I nod.

“Show me where to touch you. Show me how to please you,” Morgan whispers, licking her lips, and desire courses through me.

This is a fever dream, I am sure. I will wake up and none of this will be real. How could it possibly be? How could my mate be so utterly perfect for me?

“Here.”

I take her hand and bring it beneath the water to the apex of my tentacles and the sensitive spot there.

Her gentle caress makes me shiver in anticipation.

Slowly she kneads my skin and muscles, checking in with me to see what causes a reaction to her touch.

All of it does. I never want her to not be touching me ever again.

My breath comes in short, sharp pants, ecstasy taking over.

She gasps as I move her body over me until she is straddling my tentacles, her sex grinding on that sensitive spot while I bring the tip of my tentacle up to tease at her opening.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she finds a rhythm that works for us both, her breasts bouncing in the water.

She moves her hips, rubbing her clit against the sensitive spot at the top of my tentacles.

The tip of one eases itself inside her, eliciting a delicious groan from her mouth.

I run my tongue up her neck, collecting the water that beads along her skin before taking her mouth in a punishing kiss, gently nipping at her tongue and lips. Heat builds in my core, an interesting and new sensation. I rest my forehead against hers, losing myself in these new feelings.

One of her hands trails down along my collarbone to rest upon my breast, lightly teasing and plucking at my nipple.

I shiver beneath her touch, both of us moaning into each other’s mouths as I thrust into her with my tentacle and she increases her rocking, gliding up and down over my tentacle and hitting the sensitive spot just right.

I can feel the slickness of her nectar coating my limbs.

The sweet smell of her arousal coats the air and my eyes close as I inhale deeply.

The scents increase the experience, encompassing all my senses.

Morgan reaches down to caress the apex of other tentacles while grinding on me and I let out a surprised cry of release, the feeling overstimulates my brain and I stutter, my movements jerky and erratic as I come for my mate.

Morgan chuckles, her hand coming up to caress my face, and places a tender kiss upon my lips.

My breath is ragged, my chest rising and falling in deep breaths as I try to collect myself.

“You did not finish,” I point out as Morgan slows her movements along my tentacles.

She shakes her head, smiling. “That was just for you.”

I growl. “That will not do. My mate must come again.”

She squeals and laughs as I flip her to her belly. Suspending her in the water with my tentacles as I bring her spent pussy to my mouth to feast upon her once more, her laughter quickly morphing into moans.