Chapter Fourteen Storm #2
“Do you want to wait to do more? We could go somewhere special. Private. I didn’t intend for you to catch me relieving myself like this,” Mercer whispers, eyes scanning the area.
The street is still quiet, but the wind and rain are picking up.
In the far distance, thunder ripples and purrs, too faint to be a threat—yet.
“I want to do things in special, private places. But I can’t wait another second. I want to feel you inside of me. I want to feel your ridges, and your tentacles, and all of you.” I love you.
I love him, but I kiss him instead of saying it.
His tentacle slides from my pussy, making a slick, slippery sound that can even be heard over the rain, and in a second, his cock replaces it, the unfamiliar ridges combing along my upper wall, as a sneaky tentacle finds its way to my belly and dips down between the front of my thighs so that a sucker slips neatly over my clit.
“Not fair,” I gasp.
At least, I think that’s what I gasp. The world goes fuzzy as Mercer grunts, grips my hips, and starts to move inside.
“You fit me so perfectly. Like a glove, tailored to me.” He pushes my hips down, and I wail softly in bliss as the bottom ridge rubs the underside of my clit.
“So much. Too much. Don’t you dare stop,” I hiss, clinging to him, my knees squeezing into his sides, soft body smashed to his hard one.
“I’m trying to go slow,” he warns.
He’s failing, and I don’t blame him. Nothing about my hungry pussy invites slowness. I bounce with him, desperate to feel the friction on every oversensitive inch.
I want him to lose control. I want to feel him come with me. I want, I want, I want...
Rational Madelyn isn’t in right now.
“Beloved, give me time, or I’ll come inside of you.”
Even that doesn’t deter me for a second. I kiss my mate, and I see so many things. Times when we’re joined like this, naked and wet, lost in a haze of land and water, storms and safe places.
Kissing him, whirling with him in some exotic, secret lagoon.
Our son, Zack, playing on the beach.
Our daughters... My daughters, honey-sunset-colored beauties with tentacles that drape around their long, shapely human legs, hugging their big brother as he steps off that platform with his diploma in hand.
Mercer’s hand. Still in mine. Still standing with me, loving our children, our family.
Me.
“Can you see all those things?” I demand, half-afraid to hear the answer.
Mercer nods, mouth agape, breathing hard. “I see a world inside of you, Madelyn. But it’s a world I will so gladly wait for.”
“Is it magic?”
“Isn’t love the greatest magic of the universe?”
I don’t tell him that I stopped believing in any love except that between blood relatives, mother and child. Around him, the old fears fade away, and I can’t stop myself from wanting him. All of him.
“It’s a safe time. You can come inside of me.
You can be inside of me. God, I want you inside of me, every inch, every night.
” My words pour out at a frantic pace as I pound down, and he thrusts up, his tentacles acting like a living love swing.
My pussy clamps down as waves of orgasm roll through me, and I feel Mercer’s fast, steady pace falter, stick, and hold.
I bite into his shoulder when he erupts inside of me, thick, hard spurts that make his tip pulsate and send me spiraling into a second orgasm before the first is even finished.
We’re falling, literally, over the edge into afterglow, and down. Mercer’s strong coils of tentacle go limp, and he crashes in slow motion onto the wet grass, me on his chest, our essences making slippery trails over our abdomens, tentacles, and legs.
“My God,” he groans, holding me tight.
I can hear his heart thudding like a runaway horse’s hooves, hard and louder than I thought possible.
“We have to get inside,” I pant against his chest. “Zack is going to be up soon. He’ll want breakfast.”
Mercer drags himself into a sitting position, but keeps me straddled and saddled, wrapped around him, his half-erect cock still thick and hard inside of me, making me moan with every movement. “He’s not the only one. I’d say we all deserve a huge breakfast,” he chuckles.
“Worked up an appetite?” I giggle back, suddenly a little shy. “My robe—”
“Is not necessary at this precise second. This is my mate’s perfect body—and with any good fortune, the future home of my daughters.”
“Mercer!” I gasp, blushing.
“Love doesn’t lie, my Madelyn.”
Love doesn’t lie. Or hurt. Or take away.
“I’m not simply looking at you with the eyes of love.
If I were a shallow male, I would still be in awe of this sexy body.
If I may be coarse, you have all the curves.
Soft, suckable breasts. A pussy that’s tight and hungry.
Legs for days, my God, looking at them is the only time I haven’t thought that tentacles were superior.
Don’t even get me started on that adorable backside. ”
“You have to stop, or I’ll get a big ego.”
“No, you’ll just get a big cock in every place you desire. Your ego will remain adequately sized, the perfect size for a gorgeous woman who has a mate who understands how very fortunate he is.”
With that, Mercer retrieves my robe, drapes it over me, and carries me back to the house.
“Do you think I’d fit into your bathtub with you?” he asks. “I believe I have bark in my hair. And you have grass on your knees.”
“If we have to squeeze, that might be fun,” I point out with a smirk.
“Ooh. I like when you squeeze me,” Mercer sighs, and my pussy throbs pointedly. His tentacles wrap around my thighs and mimic my movements.
“The feeling is mutual,” I moan, hoping Zack sleeps in for another thirty minutes.