“Yes,” I say with a satisfying shudder. “You’re a very good monster.”
His deep chuckle makes my skin tingle. “You are a very accommodating mate. May I have a taste?”
“Sc-scoop it up with a tentacle and put it in your mouth,” I say, my hips bucking.
A heavier tentacle slides over my pelvis, holding me down, while another slithers up my leg and runs slow circles around my opening.
“Ah…” I say through panting breaths. “That feels so good.”
“I am glad to be pleasing my mate.” He pulls away the tentacle and fills my right ear with a sound of messy slurping that goes straight to my clit.
I bite down hard on my bottom lip, not bothering to conceal a moan because right now, my clit is so swollen it feels like a raw nerve. It’s never felt this sensitive, but then I’ve never been so aroused.
Pleasure gathers behind the bundle of nerves, pushing down on my womb with a blissful weight. It spreads to my core, making it clench and ache with the need to be filled. My breath turns shallow, and sweat beads on my forehead. I’m so close, with my entire pelvis feeling like it’s on the verge of an overload.
The monster brings down two tentacles for another taste, only this time, they form delicate suckers that scoop away the moisture. A little voice in the back of my head whispers a warning that I’m being molested by an octopus man, but I kick it to the outer edges of my mind.
He isn’t hurting me and has been respectful, courteous, and eager to please. What more do I want from a one-night stand?
But he just called me his mate.
I clench my teeth and switch my mind back to the sensations. The tentacle enclosure that holds my clit captive tightens a little, forming a gentle vacuum that sucks my clit, releases it, and then sucks again.
My thighs tremble, and sweat gathers under my armpits, beneath my chin, on the skin behind my knees.
Bloody hell, he’s mimicking the sucking rose.
“Aaah!” I cry.
“More?” The monster’s cool breath fans over the shell of my ear.
“Yes!”
The little finger-like projections turn hollow and begin sucking on my clit. One of them attaches itself to the very tip and pulls.
An orgasm blows through my core, spirals through my body and tears a scream from my lips. The muscles of my pussy clench harder than any fist, pumping pleasure across every nerve.
My legs spasm and shake, but the tentacles hold them in place. Throughout this intense climax, the monster continues scooping slickness from my pussy and gulping it with gusto. I can barely hear myself panting over his pleasured moans.
He holds me like this for several heartbeats, prolonging my orgasm until it finally fades and my body falls limp.
Just as he wipes away the last of my secretions, he leans closer and murmurs, “That was delicious, but you’ve only just whetted my appetite. I need much, much more.”
ChapterFive
The monster keeps me up for the rest of the night with his tentacles, making me climax over and over until my throat becomes hoarse from screaming, and I can barely breathe. As the first streams of sunlight filter through the window, he releases his hold on me and disappears into the shadows.
By then, I’m so exhausted that my eyelids flutter shut and I drift back off into the most peaceful sleep I’ve had in years. My body feels boneless, and my mind floats in the clouds. Before I know it, my phone buzzes and startles me awake.
Sunlight streams in through my windows and onto my face, making me flinch.
“What the hell?” I pick up the phone, finding the name Jessika Coffee Shop flashing on the screen. It isn’t like her to call this early. It isn’t like her to call me at all.
“Hello?” I croak.
“Lexi,” she whisper-hisses. “Where are you?”
“Upstairs at home.” I rub the sleep out of my eyes and yawn. “Is anything the matter?”