Chapter 5 #2
“In all honesty, I want to know everything,” he confesses softly, his eyes quickly darting away. “But I thought we should start small and work our way up to everything.”
“Okay,” I say, smiling so wide my cheeks hurt. “My favorite food is pizza. Especially pepperoni pizza. Garlic bread is a close second. Turtle cheesecake is a close third.”
“Good to know,” Jett says, more to himself than to me. It makes me all warm inside, wondering if he asked because he wants to make me my favorite foods.
“Truth or dare.”
“Dare. And don’t you dare tell me to stick my hand in the toilet.”
“Fine,” I say, pretending to be annoyed. I think for a moment, trying to come up with something silly and not, let me see your dick. “I dare you to tell me your cheesiest pick up line.”
Jett seems caught off guard by my dare. He thinks about it for a moment before sighing. “I don’t really know many. Are they even a real thing? I can’t imagine going up to someone and saying ‘are you from Tennessee? Cause you’re the only ten I see’ and having that actually work.”
I chuckle. “I like that one. Honestly? I have no idea. If someone came up to me and said something like that I’d at least hear them out because they were brave enough to make the first move, despite it being ridiculous.”
“Huh, I guess that’s a good point,” Jett says, nodding his head. “You’ve got to respect someone brave enough to make a move like that. I can honestly say I’ve never tried that before.”
“What? Hitting on someone?”
“Yeah,” he says with a shrug. “I’ve never really been interested in people like that.”
“Would you be open to it now?” I find myself asking. I clamp my mouth shut, ready to apologize for overstepping yet again but Jett is quicker, answering my question before I can say more.
“It depends on the person,” he says softly, giving me a little smile. “I find myself drawn to one person in particular, which is quite the surprise.”
“Oh,” I say, just barely above a whisper. “That’s umm, that’s good to know.”
Jett looks like he’s going to say more but he quickly shakes his head. “Truth or dare.”
“Well, I did truth already so I guess this time it’s dare.”
“I dare you to shift so I can see your other side,” Jett says. His eyes widen and he quickly adds, “if that’s okay! I don’t mind if you’d rather not, I totally understand.”
“It’s totally fine! Just maybe don’t look for a second,” I say with a chuckle, standing up and walking behind the couch.
I quickly shuck off my clothes. When I stand up, I realize Jett has turned to look at me.
His eyes roam over my chest and his cheeks turn a pretty pink color.
I don’t want to read into things but that look makes me think he likes what he sees.
My stomach flutters and my cock perks up with interest. Thankfully, the couch is too high for him to get a good look down there.
I clear my throat and his gray eyes snap up to meet mine.
I give him a wink that makes him sputter and turn back around.
I can’t help but chuckle as I let the shift wash over me.
One moment I’m standing on two feet and the next I’m on all fours. I lean my chest against the ground, stretching out my body, getting used to the feeling of being in my wolf form. Then I trot over to the couch, showing off for Jett.
“Oh wow,” he murmurs, awe on his face, his eyes lighting up in a way that makes me want to prance around for him. “You’re beautiful, Landon.”
Oh, there goes my heart. Part of me thinks my heart never stood a chance. Once Jett opened the door and let me into his home, I was a goner. My heart has chosen him and there’s no talking it out of it. His words roll across my skin like a gentle caress.
“Your fur looks so soft. I just want to hug you despite knowing you’re a wolf and not a dog,” he says with a chuckle that warms me to my very soul.
Instead of overthinking, I do exactly what my heart tells me to do.
I leap up and get myself on the couch with my front paws, landing in Jett’s lap.
Immediately, he wraps his arms around me, hugging me against his chest. His arms are so big and strong as he holds me.
Jesus, what I wouldn’t give to feel these arms around me while I’m in my human form.
He runs his hands down my flanks, petting me.
Oh. Oh wow. That feels really nice.
“Even softer than I thought! Wow, you’re so pretty, Landon.” That last part is spoken barely above a whisper.
I feel like I could get lost in this, Jett’s gentle touches, his soft yet deep voice. His ocean scent. I feel like I’m lost at sea but Jett is the lighthouse keeping me from crashing against the rocks. He’s anchoring me here, attaching himself to my heart.
I’ve never felt emotions like this hit so strong. They’re overwhelming but I welcome them, opening the door to my heart and letting them in. I care about Jett. I want to be with him. I want to kiss him and hold him and do so much more with him. I want every little thing he’s willing to give me.
All of this is terrifying, even more so because these feelings are happening so fucking quickly.
Jett helps me onto the couch all the way and I flip onto my side. He immediately starts petting my belly. Right when he hits the spot under my ribs, my right leg starts pumping like crazy against my permission.
Oh. My. Gods.
How fucking embarrassing!
I quickly leap off the couch, shaking out my fur.
I let out a playful little growl, letting him know everything is okay.
Then I jump back behind the couch and shift back into my human form.
I feel breathless. I feel lighter than ever before, like if I’m not careful, I’ll start to float like a balloon.
“Hopefully that was okay,” Jett says, sounding almost sheepish.
“More than,” I say right away, reassuring him as I get myself back into my clothes. While I do that, I ask, “truth or dare?”
“I guess it’s my turn for a truth.”
“Has anyone seen your octopus form?”
“I mean, my family has for sure. Both forms.”
My head snaps up. “What do you mean both forms?”
“I have my normal shifted form, just like you did. I can also do a partial shift where I bring out just my tentacles. Most octopi can do it but it takes a lot of practice to get it down.”
“No fucking way,” I say, getting back into my seat across from Jett on the couch. “Can I see them?”
“That won’t freak you out?”
“Absolutely not. That sounds incredible!”
Jett smiles over at me. “Okay,” he says, lifting up his shirt.
My mind goes blank as I get a look at his stomach. He’s so fucking jacked that his stomach has actual washboard abs. His skin is hairless but I don’t even notice that, too occupied with one, keeping my cock in check, and two, staring at his intricate, black tattoos that swirl across his skin.
At the v of his pelvis, one moment there’s nothing and the next moment, there are two tentacles.
They wiggle around, seeming to have the tiniest bit of a mind of their own.
One of them reaches forward, latching itself around my ankle.
I let out a noise of surprise before giggling at the sensation of his suckers.
They’re beautiful just like the rest of Jett.
They’re dark blue, almost black with gray markings on the backside.
I bite my bottom lip as my mind betrays me, thinking about how good these would feel all over my body, inside of me, wrapped around my cock.
Oh gods, it would feel incredible. The one around my ankle seems to agree, squeezing my ankle even tighter.
“Sorry,” Jett says, his other tentacle wrapping around his back, like he’s trying to keep it back. “Sometimes they get excited. I have full control but even so, sometimes they think they know better than my brain.”
“That’s okay. I umm, I don’t really mind.”
“Really?”
I swallow thickly. “Really.”
Jett’s eyes widen and I wonder if his tentacle can taste how fucking turned on I am. Or maybe my scent is changing, filling the air with what’s going on inside my head. Either way, Jett seems to be enjoying this, enjoying watching me squirm. I can see the way he’s relaxing, leaning into the moment.
“Truth or dare, Landon.”
I like my lips. “I think I’m on truth.”
“Do you find me attractive?”
I’m so surprised by the question, my brain slowly turning to mush as the tentacle around my ankle keeps moving across my skin. “Yes,” I breathe out. “Incredibly.”
A whimper escapes me against my will as that tentacle moves up my leg, latching onto my inner thigh. Fuck. It’s taking all my self control not to completely open my legs and present myself for Jett.
“I find you incredibly attractive as well. I have never felt anything like this before. It’s both terrifying and fascinating.”
“Pick truth,” I say, my voice coming out breathier than I mean it to.
Jett stares at me. “Truth.”
“Have you ever been kissed before?”
“No. Never.”
“Dare.”
It only takes Jett a moment to realize what I want and he jumps into it with both feet. “I dare you to kiss me, Landon.”
I open up my arms. “Come here,” I say but Jett is already moving. The tentacle against my thigh moves, pushing against my chest until I’m leaning back against the arm of the couch.
Jett carefully hovers over me but his tentacle pins me in place from my thigh up to my chest, lying across my hard dick.
I can’t stop myself, I hump up against his tentacle, moaning at the feeling.
I can feel his suckers through my pants and it feels so fucking good.
I hump the bumps of his suckers, letting out a breathless moan. My head is spinning.
“Fuck,” Jett breathes out, his eyes dilating. He stares down at me, his cheeks bright, just taking me in. It’s like he’s getting off on my pleasure, on watching me enjoy his tentacles. Finally, when he’s looked his fill, he leans down and kisses me.
Jett might have never kissed someone before but somehow, he’s an amazing kisser.
The kiss starts slow, tentative, explorative, but quickly morphs into something deeper as he grows more sure of himself.
The moment his tongue swipes against my bottom lip, I’m opening for him.
It’s so easy to let him take charge, to do exactly what he wants.
“Landon,” he says, pulling back. His lips are pink from kissing me. I want to bite them. I want to suck on his tongue. I want to fuck him until he forgets his name. I want him to feel his tentacles inside me. Jesus fucking Christ, I want everything.
“What is it? What do you want?”
“Everything,” Jett breathes out, saying the exact same thing on my mind. His tentacle is still pressed against my cock, moving up and down, sliding against me like it’s humping me right back. It’s hard to focus because it feels so good.
“You can have it. You can have anything you want.”
“Then I’ll have you, if you want it.”
“Are you sure? We don’t have to rush.”
“Fuck that,” he says with a grin. “It feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life. I want you and you want me too, right?” I nod my head. “Then let’s go to my bedroom.”
Jett stands up, his tentacles disappearing. I stand up but end up letting out a noise of surprise as Jett hefts me onto his shoulder, carrying me into his bedroom.
I knew those strong arms would be perfect for carrying me around.