His breath hitched, and his tentacle tightened around her leg. Theo knew the faint tremor that ran through him had nothing to do with the rumbling thunder and wailing wind.
Trepidation clashed with her curiosity, but both were in the shadow of her excitement. Alien or not, this was Vasil. And, for a little while, he belonged to her.
She slid her hand farther down until her fingers met his slit. She lightly traced it, down and back up; it parted beneath her fingertips.
“Theo,” Vasil groaned as he was wracked by a shudder.
His slit parted wide, and his cock, glistening with secretions, emerged to slide into her hand. Without hesitation, she wrapped her fingers around it.
Vasil squeezed his eyes shut and arched his back, pressing his cock further into her grasp. Her sex clenched at the feel and sight of him. He was hard and thick, her fingers not quite reaching all the way around him. Theo squeezed her thighs together against the surge of lust that filled her as she imagined him inside her, filling her, stretching her.
She pumped her hand up and down his length, relishing his every twitch and shudder, delighting in his soft groans. He tilted his head back and bared his teeth as he clutched the armrests. There was something empowering about having a strong, dangerous being at her mercy, about seeing him lose himself at her touch.
Lightning flashed overhead, illuminating Vasil and granting Theo a glimpse of his cock in her hand; it was pale gray like the rest of him, not pink and eel-like. But the light revealed something more, something at the base of his shaft she couldn’t quite make out before the shadows returned. Thunder rattled the pod a moment later. The vibrations coursed through her to intensify her desire.
Sliding her fist down, she opened her fingers and felt around his base. Her fingers met several thin tendrils, perhaps five centimeters long, that seemed to seek her touch; they curled and pulsed around her fingertips with surprising strength. Theo knew exactly what they would touch when he was inside her. His alien body didn’t repulse her, didn’t frighten her — it intrigued her.
No more waiting.
Releasing him, Theo drew back and disentangled his tentacle from her leg.
One of his arms darted out, and his fingers slipped into her hair, halting her before she moved any farther.
Vasil’s silver eyes gleamed in the console light as he met her gaze. “I need you, Theo. Now.” His voice was a deep rumble, matching the thunder.
Liquid heat flooded her sex.
“I know,” she said, taking his hand and gently guiding it from her hair down to her body. She lay back against the seat, trailing his hand down her stomach, and opened her legs wide. With her coaxing, he slipped his fingers between her thighs, beneath the under suit, to dip in her essence. “I need you, too.”
The pad of his finger brushed along her folds before he withdrew his hand. She tensed, desperate for more, but he was too strong. She released her hold on him as he raised his hand to his mouth, extended his tongue, and licked her wetness off his finger. The sight of it sent a fresh rush of heat through her.
Nostrils flaring, Vasil closed his eyes and growled. For a few moments, he was still — terribly, frustratingly still.
In a burst of speed, he was off his seat and in front of her. Her breath hitched as his claws shredded her under suit, somehow avoiding her skin. He shoved the pieces aside to expose her chest and pelvis to his hungry stare. Before she could react, he slipped his hands under her ass, lifted her off the seat, and lowered his mouth to her sex.
Theo gasped at the feel of his tongue against her folds. Her hands flew to his head, anchoring her in place, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. She moaned deeply. Vasil’s head between her thighs was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen, and nothing had ever felt this good.
His tongue stroked upward to flick over her clit, and she released a cry, hips bucking against his mouth.
Correction. Nothing ever felt that good.
Vasil paused and tilted his head, seeming to consider her reaction. He repeated the same stroke with his tongue, pressing a little harder around her clit. Theo moaned louder, draping her legs over his shoulders and digging her heels into his back to spur him on. He didn’t seem to need any encouragement. His tongue glided over her again and again, swirling around her clit, lapping at her essence as though he were a man starved and only she could provide him sustenance. Her fingers curled, nails grazing his scalp.
The storm faded from Theo’s awareness; the pleasure coalescing within her chased away everything but Vasil and the sensations she was experiencing. He drove her unrelentingly higher and higher.
“Oh, fuck,” Theo groaned, grinding her pelvis against his mouth. It was too much. Too much. “Vasil…”
Vasil opened his eyes and met her gaze. He growled against her, latched onto her clit, and sucked.
Everything inside Theo shattered.
She screamed, and her body went taut with overwhelming pleasure. She squeezed her eyes shut and dropped her head back against the headrest as wave after wave of sensation crashed through her body.
Vasil clutched her ass tighter, pulling her closer as he fed from her release. The tips of his claws dug into her flesh, but she didn’t care; all that mattered was that he didn’t stop.
He eased his hold on her only when her body, limp and weak, sagged against the seat. He lowered her bottom onto the cushion but didn’t pull away, continuing to leisurely lap at her as though he were powerless but to consume every drop of her essence.
“I have never tasted anything so sweet,” Vasil said against her. He pulled his hands out from beneath her and ran his palms over her outer thighs.
She lazily caressed his head as he continued to unhurriedly move his tongue against her sex, sending another rush of pleasure through her. She savored the feeling.
But she wanted more.
She pushed his face away from her.
“Get back in the seat,” she commanded.
If there’d been any confusion in his expression when he first withdrew from her sex, it vanished the instant their eyes met. Hunger gleamed in his gaze, unsatisfied despite what he’d already done, and Theo was glad for it.
She hungered, too.
Vasil moved with startling speed once again, placing his hands on her hips, lifting her off the chair, and spinning to sit on the other seat. He settled her atop him with her legs to either side of his middle. His cock brushed her ass, hard and slick with his secretions.
Looking down at him, Theo placed her hands on his shoulders to brace herself. Her hair fell forward and brushed over his chest. She held his gaze as she sat up and wiggled her shoulders, shrugging off the tattered remains of her under suit. She dropped a hand to take hold of his wrist, lifting his arm. She kissed one of his fingers and smiled at him before playfully biting down.
He tensed. The heat in his eyes intensified as he tugged his finger free and caught her jaw in his hand. She gasped as he pulled her face lower, smashing his lips against hers.
The kiss was clumsy, but he made up for it with unbridled passion. Theo wrapped her arms around his neck and reined in the kiss, turning it into a subtle, teasing brush of her mouth against his. She nipped at his lips before increasing the pressure, and he followed her lead, molding his lips to hers. Then she added her tongue, sliding it across the seam of his mouth and delving in to touch his pointed teeth.
His fingers flexed on her waist, and he groaned, leaning closer to her. His tongue slipped out to stroke hers.
“Touch me, Vasil,” she whispered. “Anywhere. Everywhere.”
Theo’s words roused something deep and ravenous within Vasil. Her taste lingered on his tongue, her scent pervaded his every breath, his lips tingled in the wake of their kiss, and he craved more. He’d never kissed before, had never pleasured a female with his mouth, but he intended to do both over and over again with Theo.
Vasil released her jaw and returned his hand to her waist. He slid his palms upward, along her sides and b
ack, delighting in her soft skin. Two of his tentacles rose to stroke her outer thighs and backside. He could taste the salty sweetness of her skin through his suction cups as he greedily moved them over Theo, wanting to drown himself in all that was her.
She leaned into him and deepened the kiss, shivering with his every caress. The hard peaks of her nipples brushed against his chest. He slid his hands between their bodies and cupped her breasts; even there, she was tantalizingly soft. She moaned against his mouth as he stroked her nipples, pinching and rolling them between the pads of his thumbs and forefingers.
Breaking the kiss, she brought her mouth close to his siphon. Her warm panting breath tickled his skin.
“Do you want me, kraken?” she asked, running a hand over his shoulder to cradle the back of his head. She undulated her hips, stroking his cock with her backside. He stiffened and hissed as pleasure pulsed through him.
“Need you,” he grated.
“Then take me.” Her tongue darted out, licking his siphon. “Show me how much you want me, Vasil. Let go.”
He’d always done his best to honor his people and their ways, to temper his actions based on what would be best for the kraken, to prevent emotions from clouding his judgment. Those years of deliberate self-control shattered in that instant. He was through denying himself.
He would take what he wanted — Theo.
Vasil dropped his hands to her hips, dug his fingers into her tender flesh, and lifted her, angling his pelvis to press the head of his cock to her wet slit. She clutched his shoulders, her pink tongue slipping out briefly to wet her kiss-swollen lips. Without hesitation, he pulled her down and thrust his cock up at the same time, slamming into her.
Theo’s blunt claws bit into his skin as she threw her head back and released a choked cry. Her inner walls clamped around his shaft, hot, slick, and tight, creating pressure he wasn’t sure he could resist. A tremor coursed down his spine and dispersed to the tips of his tentacles.
“Theo,” he growled.
Theo lifted her head and met his gaze. She slowly rose over him on her knees, and the slide of her retreating sex stole his breath. Raising one hand, he grasped a fistful of the hair at the back of her head, forcing her gaze to remain upon him, and pulled her back down on him. Her lips parted with a gasp, and her eyelids drooped.
He coiled a tentacle around each of her thighs and a third around her waist, using them to guide her in a rapid, relentless rhythm; up and down, up and down, their bodies meeting forcefully in the middle, each thrust nearly breaking him.
Her moans and his grunts mixed with the sounds of falling rain and howling wind — fitting ambiance for their coupling, which raged as wild as the storm outside.
Breathing raggedly through clenched teeth, he raised one of his free tentacles and slipped its tip between their bodies to run along the top of her dripping sex. He lifted it farther, keeping his eyes locked with hers, and slipped it into his mouth to suck her glistening essence from it.
Her sex clenched, and her body quivered.
“Vasil,” Theo rasped, squeezing his shoulders. “Oh, deeper. Faster. Please.”
He pulled her legs forward, forcing her off her knees. She sat on his pelvis, taking his shaft deep, and cried out. Still clutching her hair, he forced her head back. She arched into his touch as he moved his hand off her hip and squeezed her breast, presenting himself her nipple. He caught it between his lips, lavished it with his tongue, and slammed her up and down upon him with his tentacles, using her weight to drive himself ever deeper, ever faster. Intense pleasure swirled through him.
Her entire body tensed as her sex rippled and tightened around his cock. Her throaty cries increased in volume with each of his continued thrusts.
Clutching her body against his, he slammed her down again, and the pressure in him was suddenly too much. For an instant, he felt as though it would tear him asunder. All his muscles locked at once, and he finally burst. He threw back his head and roared as his cock pumped seed into Theo. The pressure diminished slightly with each gyration of his hips, rocking him with successive waves of pleasure that curled the tips of his tentacles.
Theo shuddered, moaning softly. Delicious heat radiated from her body. Vasil groaned and turned his face into her hair, breathing deep her scent and the aroma of their coupling. She undulated upon him, pushing herself to another quick climax, and produced a soft cry as her sex pulled him deeper still.
Skin slick with sweat, she sagged in his embrace. Her breath was warm on his neck. The tiny tentacles around the base of his cock stroked her lazily, offering him a hint of her sweet, enticing taste. It was enough to satisfy him — for now.
Vasil lay back against the seat, drawing Theo atop him without pulling out of her body. She inhaled deeply and released a satisfied hum. He gently combed his fingers through her hair, lightly grazing the tips of his claws over her scalp, her neck, and finally her back. Soon, her breathing evened out in sleep.
The storm filled in the quiet created by the silencing of their ragged breaths and pleasured cries, its chaotic mingling of sounds oddly steady and comforting. Even the random peals of thunder seemed somehow right.
Theo’s body was warm, her flesh soft and smooth, and now that he had his arms around her, Vasil knew he could never let her go.
His experiences amongst his people told him this didn’t necessarily mean anything; the act of mating did not create any obligations between those involved, did not imply any sort of relationship. But didn’t humans hold a different view?
He and Theo had shared so much of themselves tonight, beneath the stormy sky — hearts and bodies alike. That was meaningful. That signified something.
But did it mean the same thing to both of them? When she woke in the morning, would she hurriedly pull away from him, realizing what she’d done while mesmerized by the power and fury of the storm? He could not deny her that right, but he also didn’t think he could bear it.
Frowning, he held her a little closer, smoothing his palm over her hair.
She was his, and he’d do everything in his power to keep her.
Chapter 10
Theo’s eyes fluttered open as she slowly woke. Once the blurriness cleared from her vision, she found herself looking out across the beach and watched the foamy waves rolling onto the sand for a few moments before shifting her gaze skyward. Large, puffy clouds filled the sky, giving a gray cast to the morning light. No rain fell.
Was this just a brief reprieve, or had the storm moved on?
As her awareness expanded, she realized she wasn’t laying on a seat, but on a body. Vasil’s body. And laying didn’t quite describe her posture; she was draped over him. Her arms and legs were to either side of him, and her head was tucked beneath his chin, her cheek resting on his chest. The strange rhythm of his hearts was clear to her now — their pace was slow enough for her to make out each heart’s individual thump-thump, though they still came in rapid succession.
Oh, and she was naked apart from what felt like a blanket covering her backside.
Theo’s cheeks warmed, and she grinned.
I had sex with an alien.
As though her leisurely sprawl wasn’t enough, Vasil had one arm banded around her waist and a tentacle wrapped around one of her legs.
“Is it safe for me to be awake, or are you about to go at it again?” Kane asked through the neural link.
Theo pressed her lips together to hold back a chuckle.
I don’t know. I think he’s still sleeping, so it’s safe. For now.
“I’d rather not see anything more than I already have. We should establish a safe word, so I know when to cut out.”
What word should it be? Theo’s brow furrowed. And how do you even know about safe words?
“There’s a lot hidden on the IDCs networks that command doesn’t know about. Soldiers get bored.”
She smirked.
So do you, apparently.
“It’s not like I have anyone in my life who can keep
up with me,” he replied. “How do you feel about tentacular penetration as a safe word?”
Laughter burst out of Theo before she could stop it. She quickly covered her mouth, but it was too late. The tightening of Vasil’s arm and tentacle signaled that he’d woken.
That’s a horrible safe word, she sent through the link.
“Too on the nose?”
There was no penetration with tentacles! Not that it’s any of your business.
“Are you awake?” Vasil asked, his voice rumbling from his chest. He lifted a hand to her hair and lightly ran his claws through it.
“Mhmm.” Theo rubbed her cheek against his skin. “Sorry I woke you. I was just talking to Kane.”
She felt his head turn and his shoulders shift as though he were stretching, but he made no move to rise. “I do not normally sleep this late.”
“Me neither.”
“What were you talking about?”
Theo snickered. “Sure you wanna know?”
He hummed thoughtfully. “Only if you are willing to tell me.”
“It had to do with a certain limb and…penetration.”
“Penetration of what?”
Theo wiggled her toes, brushing them against one of his tentacles.
“Your toes penetrating my tentacle?”
Theo lifted her head and looked down at him with an arched brow. “What? No.” She laughed. “Tentacle penetration.”
“Penetration of what, Theo?”
Theo’s shoulders shook with laughter as she ran a fingertip along his jaw. “Do you remember the conversation we had with Kane about octopuses?”
Vasil frowned. “I understand now why Dracchus and Kronus always complain about humans refusing to speak plainly.”
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