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Tentacle Dreams
Copyright 2020 Lorelei M. Hart
Editor Wizards in Publishing
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
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Chapter One
Neimann
He’d touched me this morning. No, not like that. We’d both reached for the for the fresh, hot biscuits I pulled out of the oven. I’d been trying to do things for him more and more lately, thinking he would get the hint, but he just didn’t.
Yeah, I was an alpha, but picking up guys had never been my thing.
Gentry and I had been living together for four months now, though, and ever since the first day I saw him, he’d had me so hard I thought I might explode.
And when his hand brushed mine, reaching for the butter of all things, I had to leave the room feigning a need to use the bathroom so he didn’t see the tent in my gym shorts.
Gods. I needed him like I needed my next breath.
Four months of laughing with him and doing my best flirting. Four months of watching him when he showed no signs of noticing. Four months of whacking off every chance I got because he kept me that rock solid below the waistline.
But even if he wanted me, that would change once he found out what I was.
People were enamored of wolf shifters and fierce lion shifters.
But an octopus shifter like me...not so much.
He would probably screw his face up in disgust, when he found out, and move out the next day. I’d had a depressing number of experiences with how people felt about my kind.
Octopuses weren’t really animals you wanted to snuggle up to in bed in the middle of the night.
I understood. Kind of. But I am a snuggly guy, for the record.
And I wanted to snuggle with Gentry.
“Neimann!” I heard my name being called and realized I’d been off in la-la land while he was talking to me.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. What?”
He chuckled, and the sound reverberated through me, making me shudder in the best way possible. “I said, can you pass the blackberry jam.”
I nodded and passed him the stuff, homemade of course. I was thoroughly convinced Gentry could do anything, that jam making was the least of his talents.
I really, really, wanted to discover the others.
“Would you like a refill?” I stood after noticing he’d already drained his coffee and would need another cup. One of the things I’d taken note of while living with him was he always drank not one but two cups of coffee in the mornings, and never strayed from that pattern. Still I always asked, never assumed.
“Yes, thank you. You don’t have to wait on me, Neimann.”
“It’s okay.” Hell yes, it was okay. It was completely blissful for me to wait on this man hand and foot in the only ways I could. Getting him a refill on his morning caffeine was the least I wanted to do to him and for him and above him and...there I went again.
I poured the still-steamy liquid into the cup and added his signature one sugar and one cream, not knowing how he tolerated it like that. I needed a little coffee with my creamer.
When I rounded the island to take it back to him, he bent his head and cleared his throat. My cheeks heated with the fire of a thousand suns.
Was he checking me out?
Seriously, was my super-crush, maybe-almost-someday lover looking at my ass?
I hoped so. I did enough squats to make him want to look.
Still, all of that wouldn’t be enough to keep him, and I knew it.
“Here you go,” I said, bending to put the cup in front of him. As I did, he touched my arm and whispered thank you, sounding more like a prayer than words of gratitude.
“Neimann,” he m breathed, and I paused in place, our faces inches from each other. It took every ounce of restraint inside me not to pull off his shorts and fuck him senseless right there on our apartment floor.
“Yeah?” I managed to answer.
“Um, nothing. Just...I’ve got to get to work. See you later.”
Chapter Two
Gentry
“We almost kissed.” I rubbed my eye waiting for my friend Hank to reply. I’d snuck away from my office to eat at the restaurant where he worked after he texted me complaining he got the shit shift...again. “At least I almost kissed him. What was I thinking?”
“That you’re horny.” He half shrugged. “And you need to get laid.”
That was Hank’s solution to everything and the thing was—he wasn’t wrong. On the contrary, he was very right. I did need to get laid, but the couple of times I went out and tried to have some fun with Hank and the guys, I felt guilty even talking to another alpha. Like I was somehow cheating on my roommate—the roommate who wasn’t interested in more than friendship.
I should know.
He called me his friend every freaking day.
“How about a solution that doesn’t require me getting it on with a stranger.” Because that was off the table.
“You could tell him you want him.” Because it was so freaking easy. Anytime I even attempted to flirt with him he got awkward and started doing the caregiver thing, like he was a parent, when all I wanted him to do was push me against the wall and kiss me as if his life depended on it.
“And have him move out?” I was pretty sure telling your roommate they were in your wank bank never ended well. Not that I would put it like that, but still. He’d know. And I’d die of embarrassment. So it might solve my problem, just not at all the way I wanted it solved.
And wasn’t that the real issue,? I had spent the past four months falling in love with Neimann, and no solution but us getting together was going to work for me. Which sucked monkey balls.
“And have him take you to bed—gah you are so not good at getting your rocks off.” He shook his head, holding his hand up in an I’ll be right there signal to one of his customers.
“Go—make your tips.” I shooed him away. It wasn’t as if he got it. I didn’t want to just get my rocks off. I wanted someone to wake up next to each morning, someone to tell me how much I meant to him the last thing before I fell asleep, someone to grow old with.
I was such a sap.
The rest of my day was filled with the normal monotony of my office job. It paid the bills, which was great, but gave me too much time to think. Time I used to good effect for once. By the time I got home, I had a plan to seduce my roommate.
Armed with his favorite pizza, I walked in prepared to show him I was interested in more than friendship and willing to face the consequences. I found him sitting at his desk, his brow wrinkled the way it does when he is in the middle of some troubleshooting that was getting the best of him. I didn’t fully understand what he did for work, but when he brought it home with him, the night was devoted solely to it.
Oh well, there’s always tomorrow. If I didn’t chicken out. How I made it this far thr
ough my plan was shocking in and of itself.
“I brought dinner.” I set it on the counter, and grabbed a slice, put it on one of the paper plates they sent with it, and brought it to Neimann. He barely looked up at me, mumbling his thanks, and set it beside his computer. This worked well. Not.
I grabbed my own slice and ate at the counter. It wasn’t my favorite kind, but Neimann preferred the mushroom lovers, and I could choke it down. I ate in silence, one slice then another, watching him the entire time. There was something sexy about him all geeked out like that.
Who was I kidding? Everything was sexy about him—period.
“Hey, you brought me pizza!” He flashed me a bright smile. I should’ve known he’d been in the zone and had no clue I was even there.
“I did. You got a lot to do tonight?”
He told me all about the coding disaster his boss had sent him, and I nodded and did my best to let him see I was on his side, even if I didn’t understand most of what he explained.
When he finished, I stretched my arms over my head. “I’m going to head to bed.” Because standing there and staring at him was accomplishing absolutely nothing but being creepy. “Unless you need anything...maybe something to drink?”
He held up his mostly full water bottle. “I’m fine. Thanks for being such a good friend.”
Fuck me. There was that damn word again.
“I’ll see you in the morning.” Weren’t we two fun guys—he working and me going to bed on a Friday night.
I shut the door to my room. It was early, really early, so I grabbed my sketch pad and worked on my favorite subject as I sat in bed. Tonight I was focusing on his eyes, the ones I swore could give up all of his secrets if only I could decipher their code. They were that blue-green you only saw in the ocean, and everything about them drew me in.
I finally gave up and got ready for sleep then climbed under the covers—alone. Always alone.
It’s your own darn fault for not being braver and just telling him.
I drifted off to thoughts of him pronouncing his love to me.
I rolled over, still half asleep, my body deliciously warm and a hand on my hip, a warm body beside me.
“Neimann?” I spoke softly, the need evident in my voice and my pulsing erection.
He hummed sweetly as he ran one hand ran down my thigh and wrapped the other one around my cock. How is this possible?
“Relax. Enjoy.” Was all he said, his voice not Neimann’s, but somehow his. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” Another hand caressed my ass. One. Two. Three. No one has three hands.
I stiffened. “Who’s all here?” I queried, my body relaxing as another hand played with my nipple—no, not a hand, it was sucking on my nipple, but not a mouth. WTF.
“Just you and me,” the voice said again, this time close to my shoulder, breath tickling me. “Just you and me.”
“So many hands.” Because apparently I was okay with that—with all of this, but who wouldn’t be with hands everywhere, caressing, stroking, pumping, and sucking. “Not hands.”
“No love, not hands.” In front of me waved a little tentacle. No. Not little, a big tentacle with little suction pads on the underside.
“Alien?” I groaned more than asked as yet another circled my waiting hole.
“How long have you known me?” I found myself on my back suddenly, without realizing I even moved, to see Neimann staring down at me, his eyes devouring me, his arms—not arms at all. It was Neimann, my Neimann.
“Neimann,” I wasn’t even sure what to say—I’d wanted him for so long, and even though part of me recognized this had to be a dream, I didn’t care. This was Neimann.
“Gentry.” He brought his lips to mine for a gentle kiss as his tentacles moved again, two holding my face, two playing with my nipples, two on my ass, another circling my hole, and one wrapped around my shaft.
“Eight,” I panted in disbelief.
“I imagined this night so many times, and never once did I think it would include math.” He winked at me.
“You know I’m good at math.”
“Not so good. There’s one more.” Before I could ask him what he meant, he took my lips with his, owning them, exploring them, dancing with them as the rest of him played with me to the point I was about to come.
I broke away. “I’m—it’s—please.” I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for. Thank fuck Neimann did.
“You want my knot?”
“Yes. Gods yes. Please!” He pushed up, and, for the first time I saw his cock. It was a thing of beauty. If I was a painter, I’d be plastering the apartment with odes to its gloriousness. Not odes—murals.
“Nine.” He slid into my slick hole in one fluid motion, and I called out his name as I blew my load between us.
Great.
“Sorry, I…”
He disappeared, and I woke up in a dark room—alone—with my cum all over me. Brilliant. Nothing but a wet dream.
None of it was real.
Neimann was still my roommate.
I was still in love with him.
He still didn’t know it.
And he of course had zero tentacles, which I was oddly sad about.
I cleaned up and climbed back in bed, hoping to recapture my fabulous dream. If I couldn’t have him in real life, I might as well have him in my nocturnal life.
Chapter Three
Neimann
My dreams had woken me twice in the night, hard as a rock and ready for Gentry. I mean, I was always ready for Gentry to be in my arms and underneath me, but this was so different. He had been there in my dreams. I could feel his skin against mine. Smell his sweet breath as it fanned over my face.
Feel the pulse of him as he came around me.
I’d already jerked off twice and decided enough was enough. I needed a cold shower and some coffee. That should do the trick.
Even I couldn’t convince myself of that.
After taking a shiver-worthy shower, I got up and padded past Gentry’s room. I stopped just on the other side of the door and listened to his soft snores. He was in a deep sleep. Good. He needed the rest.
I decided as a thank you for the dream, I would make him the best breakfast in the history of breakfasts. He wouldn’t know it was a gratitude meal for my fantasies, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
An hour later, the kitchen counter hosted a buffet in waiting. I’d made every carb I could think of along with sausage and bacon and a ham steak. I’d poached eggs, boiled them, and even scrambled some with green onions and cheese.
Hands on hips, I looked at my spread, laughing at myself.
“Good morning.” Gentry’s sleepy voice made me jump. He chuckled and touched the small of my back. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare...what in the world? Did you get up at the crack of dawn, or have you slept at all?”
“Yeah. I did. I just...I don’t know. Wanted to make a big breakfast.”
Such a chicken shit. I should’ve just told him, gotten it off my chest.
“I feel bad. You brought me pizza last night and now this. I have to do something for you in return.”
You already did.
“Oh no, that’s not necessary. Really.” I whirled around to make sure he didn’t feel indebted and saw his face. “Gentry, did you sleep at all?” I pushed away all sensible thought and rubbed my thumb across the dark crescents that hung below his eyes.
“Is that your way of telling me I look like shit?” he asked, chuckling, but put his hand over mine.
“You could never look like shit.”
He dipped his gaze to my torso, and I sucked in a breath. He kept his hand over mine and then closed his eyes and leaned into my palm, rubbing his face against mine. “Oh, sorry. I must be really tired. Um, should we eat before it gets cold? It looks so good.”
I cleared my throat and stepped away. It was either that, or prop him up on the counter and do all
the things I wanted to him right there. “Sure. I’ll grab the jam.”
I watched him take one of everything and sit down with his cup of coffee, my chest puffed out. Omega took my food. Eating my food. Everything good. He full. I stupid.
I was a fucking caveman.
My animal was. Maybe both of us.
“This is incredible. Thanks again.”
I nodded and sat down with my own plate but had no intention of eating just yet.
He yawned around his bites, and I couldn’t keep from asking, “So, what kept you up all night? Are you okay?”
He nodded and instantly blushed. “Yeah, just dreams.”
“Weird dreams? Nightmares?” I leaned farther forward with every question.
“No, um…a different kind of dream—math.”
Chapter Four
Gentry
“Math?” I asked, intrigued.
“Nine.” He set his cup down, looking me up and down as if looking for clues or was it to see if I picked up on his.
“Really?” Now it was my turn to stare at him like it was my job.
Weren’t we the pair.
I mean we weren’t, but I wanted us to be.
“Did you dream last night?” he asked cautiously, picking up a piece of bacon and chewing it far slower than it needed to be chewed.
“I did. But it wasn’t about math.” Even if dream Neimann had teased me about it during said dream. “It was a very different kind of dream.” Now it was my turn to attack the bacon.
“Gentry, you are going to think I’m crazy, but I have to ask anyway...were you dreaming about being naked—with—me?” He swallowed deeply.
My face burned.
“So, that’s a yes?” He chuckled.
“That’s a sort of. You were there, but it wasn’t you.” That was safe without me sounding like a freak. “Why? Did you have one like that?”
“Nope.” He grinned. “I never have sex dreams about myself. I did, however, have one about you last night.” He leaned back with an expression that meant something. I just had no idea what.
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