“Good. I’m going to shift now.”
I gasp. My chest rises and falls. “Wait. You’re going to shift on top of me?” I ask, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice.
He chuckles. “You’re totally into this, aren’t you?” He doesn’t let me answer. “Yes, love. I’m going to shift. Right on top of you.” He leans down and sucks on my neck, grinding his hard cock against me. I don’t expect it, but fuck, it’s hot as hell. I’m not even tied up yet, and I’m completely at his mercy. My cock needs friction, but I’m still in my jeans, and now I’m mentally kicking myself. Gods, why didn’t I take them off when I had the chance?
Suddenly, Darius presses me even harder against the bed, trapping me just the way I like. Only he continues pushing me down. I gasp. He isn’t just pushing me down. His body is changing, growing bigger.
His hand circles my right wrist, gripping it tightly. But it’s not his hand anymore; it’s…something else. Now, my left hand is being held down too. His fingers tangle in my hair and yank. “You aren’t peeking, are you?”
Oh gods. “N-no,” I moan so loud I don’t even recognize myself. His other hand travels to my wrist, where I’m still being held down. Somehow, he’s tying my wrist to the bedpost. I realize that’s why he wanted to rip the scarf in half. He doesn’t want my wrists bound behind me. He wants to tie both of them, with me spread-eagled for him.
Fuck.
Once both of my wrists are tied, his fingers travel lightly over my face. “You okay, love?”
I shiver. “Yes, Darius. Please,pleasedon’t stop.”
He laughs. Is he smirking? With his fingers tracing my lips and the other hand still gripping my hair, I feel like I know what to expect. But to my surprise, something travels across my chest at the same time another something travels up my thigh.
I suck in a shocked breath, but he takes advantage of my open mouth by pressing two of his fingers inside. Immediately, I suck.
“Gods, look at you. So desperate for any part of me.”
I moan and then moan again, the sounds muffled by my sucking.
I grind my clothed cock against Darius, causing him to groan. “Do you want more, Kaleb?”
“Mmmm,” I hum in agreement.Please. It’s as if someone is here with us because with one hand at my mouth and the other in my hair, something is yanking my pants off. I gasp when my cock is freed. It thuds against my abdomen, heavy and harder than I have ever felt it. Arousal so potent thrums through my body.
Something slithers up my chest and tweaks my right nipple. I’m trembling now. My nipples have always been so sensitive to the touch that I could probably come from this alone. When I finally think I know which way is up and which way is down, I’m caught completely off guard when something else slithers toward my left nipple. A whimper tumbles from my mouth when I feel more stimulation. Oh gods, both of my nipples are being sucked on.
At. The. Same. Time.
What the fuck is going on?
I’m squirming and panting, so high on lust.
Both of my nipples are being sucked on. Fingers are in my mouth and tangled in my hair. Darius is still hovering above me.
And that’s when I feel it.
Another appendage—because that’s what it has to be—is wrapping around my cock, little suctions trailing up and down my base. Hands and appendages are everywhere! Teasing, caressing, sucking, touching.
The whole bed is vibrating thanks to my violent trembling. I’m whimpering and moaning like a wild person. I can’t fucking help myself. I start thrusting my hips. Faster and faster.
“Oh fuck. Darius. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I cry, literal tears seeping from my closed eyes. “I’m going to come! I’m going to come!”
“Fuck, darling. Look at you. So perfect for me.” Something yanks my thighs open, spreading them wide. Right as I’m about to orgasm, I feel the tip of…of… oh fuck, the tip of atentacleprobing my hole.
Tentacles!!Images of the blue-and-red tentacles from my dreams pop into my mind’s eye right as I climax. My cock throbs as I come and come hard, my body still quivering violently.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The sounds of Darius jacking off can barely be heard past the blood rushing to my head.
I swear, I hear Darius’ beast in my head again. This time, however, I answer it back.Mate.I send the word through our connection, hoping he hears. Then, I pass out from pleasure.
Chapter eleven
Darius
