“I love being in your life—and I cannot wait to be in every single spot you want me. But it doesn’t have to be tonight. Do you know what it is like for me just to be wanted in your bed?” Mercer’s eyes flutter closed for a second, and when they open, they’re much darker, and the gleam is different.
“I’m guessing it’s good.”
“Let me show you what an understatement that is,” Mercer growls, and whisks me back into my bedroom, tentacles flicking the door shut behind us.
Her bathrobe is only held closed by a flimsy cotton cord, stripped away with one pull. Naked in the yellow-white light of a single bedside lamp, Madelyn gasps and tries to cover herself, but I’m quicker. My tentacles shoot out to lift her and bring her to my chest. “Don’t you dare hide this perfect body from me,” I warn.
“Perfect?” Madelyn makes a nervous clicking sound in her throat, and there’s panic in her eyes.
“Perfect,” I repeat, a rumble in my voice that usually only comes with anger. This time, it’s desire—and fury at the absent Eli, who disrespected this paradise of flesh.
My God, she’s so soft. Her breasts are full, perfect handfuls for my large palms to cup and revel in. They hang in gentle swoops, with hard, crinkled nipples, thick and dark. I don’t even think before I lift her higher, greedily kissing each one and then working my way down the softness of her middle.
“Did you complain about this body?” I whisper, shocked. “Look at it! Madelyn, look at it.” My tone is reverent and lustful at once, another new combination that I was unaware existed. “By the oceans, there is nothing more delectable than a woman who is built like you, built like this.” My hands sink into the globes of her ass, and I kiss her belly, my chin brushing the soft curls just under it. “You arevoluptuous.” I roll the word on my tongue, and along the way, I let it stroke her skin. “Delectable. Divine and delicious.”
“You make me sound like a dessert.”
“I didn’t eat a popsicle tonight. You are dessert,” I chuckle—then tilt her onto her back, the mattress under her, and me over her. My cock makes an appearance, rising from behind the tentacles that normally hide it, already achingly hard.
“I think I spy a popsicle of my own,” Madelyn whispers, licking her lips.
Oh, by Poseidon, that would be an amazing thing—but I don’t want it. Not yet. Tonight is about proving I can stay without taking anything in return. That I don’t need to be pleasured by her to feel pleasure with her. “I believe you committed the cardinal offense of not eating your orange pop,” I say with mock gravity. “I don’t know if you’re allowed another cold treat tonight.”
Madelyn pouts, and I instantly want to recant my previous statement. “You’re not cold. I thought you would be, but you’re not. Just smooth. Muscles everywhere. Perfect body,” she whispers.
“You would know.” I gently ease onto her mattress, curling beside her and around her, hands greedily rubbing her hip and side. This bed is barely big enough for both of us. My tentacles have to coil together and tuck in to fit, and I have to press as close to Madelyn as possible.
“We need a bigger bed if this gets to be a habit,” she giggles.
“Or I could just wrap myself around you every night,” I murmur, nuzzling into her neck. “You’re so beautiful. Every inch. I believe,” I let my tentacles drape down to the foot of the bed, their mass pulling me with them, “that I was about to explore some of those sweet inches.”
“You don’t need to do that,” Madelyn protests as I kiss a trail over the softness of her belly, making sure to spend extra time nuzzling into the plump little pillow between breasts and navel, and then resting my head where the skin is gathered in soft,slight wrinkles just above her curls. “Mercer. You should— You should move.”
“Am I crushing you?” I sit up in alarm.
“What? No! You’re just... You can skip over the stretchmarks and ‘mommy wattles.’ The excess skin that never shrank back after I had Zack.”
“That’s the term? Mommy wattles?”
“No, that’s what Eli—”
“I don’t want to hear that foul language when I’m making love to my mate,” I snarl, crouching low again and dropping a protective kiss on her thigh. “I love these spaces and places on you. They are not wattles. They arewaves, the reminder that you once held an entire universe inside of you, from where you carried a new life into the world.” I make a girdle of kisses from hipbone to hipbone, and then a line back down the center of her curls, nudging her thighs apart.
My head drops down between Madelyn’s thighs as she relaxes, and I greedily inhale, filling my lungs with the scent of her sweetness and sex. She’s just showered, and the only scent is unadulterated woman. My woman, my mate.
“What a delicious mate she is,” I chuckle aloud, senses already able to discern hints of her flavor just from her scent. My lips press softly first, and then my tongue contributes, flicking her nub from side to side before lapping at the coral pink walls that spread before me. Madelyn lets out a low moan, and I remember where she guided my hand. What made her come the other night. “Are you tired?” I ask suddenly.
“No, not right now,” Madelyn’s voice is strangled as two of my tentacles ensnare her thighs and push them up and out of my way, holding them in place so she can just rest there.
“Good. Then I can have seconds.”
Mercer’s tentacles writhe around me, endlessly undulating, strokes and sucks of the inner rings of muscle, his suckers, driving me crazy. I know there’s only one man here, one incredibly loving, wonderful guy, but it feels like more.
Other tentacles reach for my breasts, encircling them, lifting them, and applying that same gentle squeezing, sucking magic to every inch, including my sensitive nipples. My brain is already on sensory overload just from what feels like four strong limbs massaging me, kissing me, driving me insane.
I could probably come from this, I think.
Which is when Mercer begins to nibble and suck on my clit and the flesh right around it, the bullseye of pleasure that’s guaranteed to get me over the edge every time. Even though he’s only been giving me attention for a few minutes, I feel like I’m about to pop. I know I’m making noises, but they’re not words, just panting, grunts, and groans.
