Page 15 of Sheltered in the Storm (The Fortusian Mates # 1)

CHAPTER 14

VOS

My Calla’s lips tasted like the rest of her, but even better—more concentrated, more enchanting, a symphony of flavors that ignited every cell in my body.

Then, to my absolute horror, she threw her head back, screamed, and collapsed on my chest, shuddering violently.

Fear and fury swept over me, turning my body cold and my vision dark around the edges as if my own life were under threat. Had my worst fears come true, and her internal injuries proven even less healed than we had thought? I cooed, but for the first time, it did not seem to help.

“Calla!” I shouted, holding her in my arms as my tentacles waved frantically, sending water cascading over the side of the tub. “ Calla! What have I done?”

“Vos…” Her nails dug into my arms as she struggled to respond. Her chest heaved with deep, ragged breaths.

I had longed to hear her cry out my name, but not like this. “Tell me what is wrong,” I urged, tipping her chin up so I could see her eyes, which appeared unfocused. “Did I injure you?”

“No,” she gasped. “Just…I need…a minute.”

I forced myself to be calmer and assess her more clinically. I did not smell blood, and she was not holding her stomach like she always did when she hurt there.

What I did smell was her arousal.

As it had before we had kissed, it filled my nose and thrummed in my blood, calling me to her. It had taken on a sharper, stronger tang now, one that made my cock as hard as a meteorite despite my all-consuming worry that she had been harmed.

“You didn’t…hurt me,” she said breathlessly. She ran her fingers through my hair again, holding on tightly in a way that hurt and felt very good. “Not at all.”

“Please explain.” I demanded, my body tense and full of anger, confusion, and fear. “I do not understand.”

“Your tentacles…when you kissed me, something happened.” Calla took a deep, shaky breath and rested her head against my chest. “They made me come, from all over my body, all at once.”

Now I was even more bewildered. “I cannot…my tentacles have no such power.”

She looked up at me through her lashes, a faint smile on her lips. “On the contrary, I assure you they do .”

The scent of her arousal had changed. Her reaction very well could have been not pain at all, but the sort of powerful orgasm she had described.

“I am…sorry.” I did not know what to say. I had bedded many lovers over many years, including human women, and never given any orgasms with just the touches of my lips and tentacles. This must be another effect of finding my true mate.

“Oh, please don’t ever apologize for giving me an orgasm.” She let out a sigh of contentment that swept away the last of my fear and anger and nestled herself against my chest. “Believe me, you have nothing to be sorry for. I was surprised, but it was good. Really…” She sighed again. “Really good. ”

“What about your stomach and chest?” I asked as my tentacles quivered. “You thrashed around quite a lot.”

“I’m all right, really.” She chuckled. “I honestly don’t remember what I did. It’s all a blur.”

First I had made a sound that was only for her, and now I could give her orgasms simply with a kiss and my tentacles. It was as if my body was made to care for her and make her happy.

I looked at Calla in my arms with the same amount of wonder as the first time I had held her. She gave me that wry smile I adored.

She is mine , I thought. I will have no other .

My vision turned silver around the edges, meaning my eyes were glowing very brightly. My heartsbeats thundered in my ears.

Her smile went from wry to playful. She tugged on my hair again. She did not fear me. That too was a wonder.

The scent and taste of her arousal filled my every sense through my nose and tentacles. My cock throbbed. I ached to be inside her—so much so that my hips moved and its tip brushed her thigh. She did not shy away from me or my cock. Instead, her expression changed, became hungry. She dug her nails into the back of my neck. Gods above and below, I wanted her tight cunt around my cock.

My rational mind set off alarm bells. I cannot fuck her. She is still healing. I will hurt her if I try .

Just as worrisome was the chance, however remote, that she might become pregnant. I carried human genes as part of my genetic makeup. Humans had become pregnant by Fortusians before, and Fortusians of many genders and sexes had become pregnant by humans. We must speak openly and plainly about what she wished to do.

She shared my concerns; I saw it in the way the taste and scent of her hunger changed and became something softer, but no less full of want .

“Please, Vos,” she said, her gaze locked on mine. “Kiss me.”

“What if it happens again?” I asked.

“Then it does.” She pulled me closer. “You wouldn’t deny me, would you?”

Never in the lifetime of the universe would I deny her anything. My tentacles encircled her again, and I kissed her, much more gently this time.

She gasped and moaned, quivering in my arms with a soft orgasm. So perhaps I could control the intensity of what she felt by how earnestly I embraced and kissed her.

She relaxed against me and parted her lips under mine. My Calla tasted like the heavens, or how I imagined the heavens would taste if they were made for me alone. Her lips, like the rest of her, were soft but fierce, and her kiss heated me all the way through. Her tongue flicked at my sharp teeth. My mate was fearless and demanding. I nicked the tip of her tongue and sucked on the tang of her blood. She moaned into my mouth.

Her hand slipped under the water and wrapped around my cock. Her eyes widened as she stroked it gently from tip to base, her fingertips exploring its shape and details. Her small human hand could not encircle its girth.

My mind blanked.

All that I was narrowed to the sensations of her fingers and palm sliding up and down my cock. I shuddered hard and closed my eyes, fighting not to come simply from her touch.

When I had control of myself, I drew back, sucking her lower lip before releasing it.

“What has surprised you?” I teased, because she had teased me earlier. “You peeked at me without clothes on the day you first woke in my bed, did you not?”

She smiled. Not a wry twist of her lips or a smirk, but a real, affectionate smile. “Well, yes, but you were not aroused at the time. I could only guess at what your cock might look and feel like. ”

The fact even then she had imagined how I might look when aroused made my cock throb. I was helpless in her hands. I could do nothing but let her do what she wanted.

My cock provided its own lubrication, allowing her fingers to move freely. Up and down she stroked, turning and caressing and exploring, her fingertips and nails teasing the tip until I growled. We could not fuck, but I had never wanted anything so much as to come with my Calla in this tub.

“With your permission, I will hold you still so you do not injure yourself.” My guttural voice hardly sounded like my own. I made my tone stern despite how her touch made me tremble. “I do not mind giving pain with pleasure someday if that is what you like, but not the kind that might injure you.”

“I would like that very much, someday.” She kissed my jaw. “Permission to hold me granted.”

With my tentacles, I moved her very carefully, turning her so she lay with her back against my upper chest. Then I spread her legs with mine so they lay draped over my thighs and she could not close them.

I wanted to see her beautiful cunt, so with one of my tentacles I opened the drain to lower the water level enough to reveal the small patch of hair at the apex of her legs and the sweet pink lips below. My swollen cock jutted from the water between her thighs.

My Calla arched back against me. “Vos…”

“Shhh, my mate.” I wrapped my human arms around her torso to hold her upper body still. And then I used my lower tentacles to immobilize her legs by pinning them to my own.

My mate was now fully in my care, and fully at my pleasure and mercy. Heaven could offer me nothing better, except perhaps her cunt squeezing my cock in its wet heat.

She began to tremble in my arms. “Are you afraid?” I asked, my lips against her hair .

“No,” she murmured. “I’ve had to fear a lot of things in my life, but I don’t fear you. I want you.”

I slipped one of my tentacles between her thighs and let it taste her pussy with just the cells on its very tip. She gasped, her body tensing against me, as her sweet slickness coated my tentacle’s tip.

At the same moment, my body went rigid, and then sagged against the side of the tub, almost boneless. My thoughts spun away into a kaleidoscope of pleasures.

Her taste. Her scent. My world—my universe—dwindled to only her.

I had never smelled or tasted anything so good. No other lover, no food, no drink. Not even the water of the deep ocean filled my soul like her sweet juices. She sucked in a breath and shuddered hard in my arms.

All the gods above and below, I would slaughter anything that tried to take this woman from me. Whether she accepted me or not, I would be hers from this moment on. There was no turning back for me.

My back arched as my cock sought the pleasure of her cunt. My need for her was equally pleasure and pain. But I could not have that pleasure until she had healed from her injuries enough to take me.

Instead, I wrapped the end of one tentacle tightly around my cock and stroked, sliding along its lubricated ridges as my smallest suckers plucked at my flesh.

“Oh, gods,” Calla said, her eyes on the movement. “Vos, that…that is going to make me come just from watching.”

“That is not going to be what makes you come,” I whispered into her ear. “I promise you that.”

I slipped the tip of my tentacle along her sweet pussy until I found the already-swollen pearl near its top. My smallest, most dextrous sucker latched onto this pearl with a rapid series of sucks and releases .

My mate cried out in ecstasy. Only my grip on her torso and legs prevented her from thrashing.

“I like your scream,” I told her.

Her chest heaving, Calla looked up at me. “Then make me scream more,” she rasped. “I think…you might be right about what’s going to make me come.”

I bared my sharp teeth at her. Her back arched and her pussy gushed, drenching my tentacle in juices and scent. My flesh drank every drop as if given water after wandering in the desert for days.

I held her still and let the suckers on that tentacle do as they pleased.