Chapter 6
Quinn
Torrent’s answering kiss was only hesitant for the first split-second when our lips met. Then he leaned into it, his mouth aligning perfectly with mine, claiming me as if there was nothing in the universe he’d rather be doing. With every passing moment as his hand rose to cup my cheek and the tentacle he’d slung around my hips teased up my back, more confidence radiated off him.
Good. I hadn’t liked the sense of shame I’d gotten from him while he’d given his confession about his past. If he really thought I’d judge him for the injuries he’d taken or how he’d acted ages before I’d even been born, this was the best way I could show him how wrong he was.
If anything, now I was more impressed by the calm leadership with which he’d directed our little crew, knowing how hard-won that self-control and assurance was. Knowing that he’d spent decades remaking himself into a man he wasn’t ashamed of, even when most of his kind had seen him as a lost cause because of his disability.
And he was still remaking himself when he saw the need to. He’d recognized that I was more than a pawn to be used in a game between his boss and whoever else wanted me, and he’d abandoned his former loyalty to fully protect me because he’d felt that was the right thing to do. There weren’t many humans who were willing to adjust their sense of morality that easily.
Of course, morality wasn’t exactly the first thing on my mind right now. Torrent hadn’t touched me anywhere all that sensitive yet, but he’d encased me in his warm embrace, and every inch of my skin was tingling for more. I kissed him again and again, wondering if this was what it felt like to be drunk.
Only one tiny practical part of me stayed alert enough to pull me just a couple of inches back from him, my breath gone ragged. “We don’t have to worry— You’re sure Rollick won’t be back for a while?”
Torrent’s eyes gleamed, no doubt understanding why I was asking. “I’d expect him to be out for at least a couple more hours, if not longer,” he said. His tentacle trailed down my spine, and the tip hooked under my shirt. “And if he returns early and realizes what we’ve gotten up to, then let him. He can’t hurt us.”
A thrill quivered through my chest, unexpected and yet familiar. I’d always liked taking risks, thumbing my nose at danger when I felt I could get away with it. We both knew Rollick wouldn’t be happy about us taking this interlude together, but he hadn’t ordered us not to do it. Defying him added an extra spark to the giddiness already bubbling through my veins.
“Then there’s no reason not to enjoy the moment to its fullest,” I said with a grin, and dove in for another kiss.
I hadn’t gone farther than this with Torrent before. The one time we’d gotten into a heated make-out session, Rollick’s arrival had interrupted us before we’d done much of anything. I really hoped the demon didn’t show up soon enough to stop us before I got to experience everything he had to offer.
Torrent’s tentacle grazed up and down my spine beneath my shirt, the suckers pressing into my skin with a subtle pressure that felt like he was kissing me all across my back too. His hand tucked between us to fondle my breast through my bra. When he flicked his thumb right under the cup, a gasp jolted out of me.
“There’s so much I want to do with you,” he murmured, dropping his head to kiss the side of my neck. “So much I can do for you that no other mortal woman could have handled. Do you want all of it?” His second tentacle reached over to glide across my thigh.
An ache of need was already forming between my legs. Lately I’d been discovering just how stimulating monstrous features could be in bed, from Lance’s dragon claws to Crag’s gargoyle tongue. I’d just let this man carry me over a fatal height with his tentacles—trusting them with my body in less death-defying ways was a no-brainer.
“Yes, please,” I said, my voice breaking with a whimper when he swept the curve of his tentacle right over the seam of my shorts. Just like that, my panties were drenched.
Torrent captured my mouth again with an approving hum that reverberated through me and set off all kinds of other tingles. The tentacle at my back deftly unhooked my bra, giving him access to caress my breasts without that barrier in the way. I gripped the front of his shirt, at first simply holding on through the waves of heady sensation and then fumbling with the buttons.
My other monstrous men had removed their clothes simply by stepping into the shadows and leaving everything that wasn’t their innate physical form behind. Torrent let me peel his button-up off him, tracing my fingers over the leanly sculpted muscles of his shoulders and arms as I did. A sound carried from his throat that was closer to a growl than a hum.
My hands encountered the ripples of other scars, low ridges that marred his equally sculpted torso. Superficial but still unshakeable remainders of the long-ago assault. At first brush, I jerked my fingers back instinctively, afraid of pressing a tender spot. But when Torrent’s muscles tensed at my hesitation, I stroked them carefully and then more confidently, hearing the hitch of his breath that was nothing but eager.
“You don’t have to worry about hurting me,” he said, nipping the lobe of my ear. “It’s only my lower legs where there’s any residual pain, and it comes from putting my weight on them, not simply being touched.”
“Okay,” I whispered. “Good.” I ran my hands down his chest again, all the way to the waist of his slacks.
When I skimmed the bulge behind his fly, Torrent groaned. He shifted his weight, tugging me with him to tumble over on the bed, and yanked off my tee with hands and tentacle as we sank down. He caught my jaw in his fingers and kissed me again as two tentacles tucked around the hem of my shorts and pulled them off as well.
He’d brought out more of them, I realized through the haze of pleasure. Along with his hands and mouth, there were four sinewy, suckered limbs teasing over me now. Two of them coiled over my breasts, setting a sucker over each nipple and squeezing as if plucking them.
The rush of bliss was so intense I jerked into his hold, kissing him even harder. He delved his tongue between my lips like a smaller echo of those lithe appendages. As it tangled with mine, he squeezed my nipples again and again. The pleasure shot me higher each time until I was writhing against him, desperate for more.
Torrent didn’t leave me hanging. His tongue kept exploring my mouth and his tentacles continued working over my nipples, but another eased under my panties to curve across my sex.
He let out another rough sound at the wetness he found there. The tip of his tentacle glided back and forth over my opening while a lower sucker settled against my clit. When it squeezed on the little nub like the others were plucking my nipples, I nearly arched right off the bed.
The giddying bolt of sensation left me quivering. When he did it again, I couldn’t help crying out against his mouth. Torrent swallowed that sound even as he coaxed more out of me, sliding his tentacle farther so it could curl right up inside me.
I’d been fingered before, but this—this was something totally different. Something totally heaven. No human fingers could have filled me like his lithe extra limb did, or reached so easily to the sensitive spot inside that produced the most pleasure. No fingers could have pulsed into it so perfectly while flexing against the walls of my pussy and massaging my clit at the same time.
I clung to Torrent and bucked with the sinuous thrusts, all kinds of gasps and whimpers spilling from my mouth now. Between his grip on my pussy and his continued suckered caresses to my breasts, bliss flooded every thought from my mind. All I could do was soar higher and higher on it, until so much was swelling through my body that I thought I might literally explode.
“That’s right,” Torrent murmured. “You take to it so well. I always wondered what I could do if—” He hesitated and kissed the crook of my jaw. “I’m glad I got to find out with you. It’ll only be you from now on.”
I couldn’t find my voice to answer him despite the pang of affection his words sent through me. Somehow the wave of sensation was propelling me even higher still. My fingernails dug into Torrent’s shoulders. He plucked at my clit a little more firmly than before in perfect synchronicity with the pulsing against my G-spot, and I careened right over the edge like I’d leapt off a cliff.
The blaze of ecstasy was like the whipping of the wind, hurling me higher instead of letting me fall. My throat choked up. I all but sobbed, my head jerking back against the pillow, sparks dancing behind my eyes.
Torrent wasn’t done with me even then. He eased on the pressure while I floated hazily down and then ramped it up again, stroke by stroke. I’d have thought I’d be wrung out after that epic orgasm, but somehow more pleasure was building in me already, propelling me toward another peak.
As I rocked with his strokes, that final tentacle slipped around my hip to draw my panties right down to my knees. It rose again and traced the line between the cheeks of my ass. The contact woke up an even headier shiver.
“Have you taken anyone here before?” Torrent asked in an unusually husky voice, swiveling the tip of his tentacle around my back opening. In combination with the bliss he was summoning all through the rest of my body, his touch there made me buck even more wildly.
“No,” I mumbled, struggling to speak at all. “I—I’ve been curious, but—it’s risky, for infection and things?—”
I wasn’t sure how coherent that answer was, but Torrent seemed to understand. His lips moved against my cheek with his reply. “We’ll wait until I can prepare you better for the full experience, then. I’m looking forward to filling you in every possible way.”
If it somehow felt even better than the way he was simply rimming me now, I was looking forward to it just as much. I writhed between his tentacles, moaning as he sped up his thrusts in my pussy and his plucks of my clit and nipples. I probably looked crazed, but every particle of my body was singing with the pleasure he’d brought me. It seared hotter and brighter, fresh jolts crackling through me and stealing my breath.
“Oh, God,” I mumbled. “Oh, Torrent. Fuck.” And then I shattered all over again, even more epically than before. For a few seconds, I couldn’t even feel my body, only a roar of bliss that swept me away.
I sagged bonelessly into the bed, and Torrent kissed me on the mouth, his lips curved with a smile. Then his tentacles started to work me over yet again.
I gasped, shivering with delight, but I’d come back to earth enough to know that this wasn’t all I wanted out of our encounter. I slid my hand back down to the fly of his slacks again and cupped his erection through the fabric.
“Your tentacles feel fucking fantastic,” I said, feeling the need to make that clear after his earlier uncertainty, “but I want you to come with me this time.”
Torrent’s eyelids dipped, lust darkening his eyes as I rubbed his cock. Without a word, he helped me peel off his slacks and drew his probing tentacle out of my sex. As he poised himself over me, he paused and gazed down into my face as if searching for something there.
I raised my hand to caress his caved-in cheek while curling my other fingers around his rigid erection. “It isn’t hard on your legs, holding yourself like this? We could?—”
“I’ll be fine,” he said in a strained voice. “I want you under me. I just—it’s been a very long time. I might have had plenty of practice in the distant past, but I don’t know how long I’ll last after all this time. And when it’s you.”
The adoration of those last words brought a poignant ache into my chest. I beamed up at him. “You’ve already made me come—twice—so hard it’ll be a wonder if I can walk for the next day. Believe me, I couldn’t be more satisfied. I just want to feel you totally with me now.”
Something shifted in his expression, tender and almost peaceful. He dipped his head down to kiss me, softly and then more passionately. As his mouth moved against mine, he plunged inside me.
It wasn’t the same sensation of having my centers of pleasure perfectly stimulated, but it felt so good all the same. I rocked with his thrusts, absorbing the tremors of delight that ran through his body, reveling in the way our bodies aligned in harmony, seeking our release together.
Sweat had started to form on his skin. I stroked my fingers over his chest and then along his sides, following the base of his tentacles where they protruded near the base of his rib cage and then lower down his waist. He groaned and wrapped one across my chest again to suck at my nipples while he used his arms to brace himself over me.
I was so wrung out from the first two orgasms that I wasn’t sure I could have gotten there again anyway. But when Torrent’s breath started to stutter and his hips jerked faster as he neared his own climax, the sense of him giving himself over to this moment with me renewed the spark inside me. I arched into him, and he tucked another tentacle between us to flick just the tip against my clit.
I gasped and clenched around him, coming more like a gentle wave than a tsunami this time but enjoying it no less.
Torrent swore under his breath. He bucked even faster and tucked his head next to mine as he came inside me.
He sank down onto his side and immediately pulled me into his arms, his tentacles wrapping around me for good measure. I rested my head against his sweat-damp shoulder.
“Anyone who can’t handle the tentacles has no idea what they’re missing,” I muttered.
Torrent let out a startled guffaw and kissed my temple. “They’re all for you, so everyone else will have to keep missing them.”
I glanced up at him, the joy of the moment dampening at the thought of how brief our interlude was likely to be. How long it might take before we could spend any time together even talking again.
“Do you really think we can find a way out of this?” I found myself asking.
I didn’t need to explain what I meant. Torrent’s arms tightened around me.
“I don’t know,” he said a little hoarsely. “But I’m going to do everything in my power to see that we do.”