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“I’m going to fill you up.” It was said like a threat. A dark promise.

Declan whimpered. He wanted it. Wanted whatever Geir would give him.

The tentacle around his neck slipped into his mouth, pressing his tongue down and puffing out his cheeks. It didn’t quite push back hard enough to choke him, but he reveled in the feeling of being forced open so far that he couldn’t even suck. His lips and tongue were dazzled by the briny slick flavor, the saliva that he couldn’t swallow blending in.

He nodded, as much as he could, and begged with his eyes. Declan knew that Geir was checking for signs of discomfort or a request to stop. But he didn’t want it to stop.

Smooth tentacles looped around his cock, writhing and coiling. No hand or mouth could have pulled at him so expertly, stroking and squeezing everywhere at once in some impossibly complex pattern that had him throbbing.

Geir was everywhere. Filling him, owning him. The rhythm started again in his ass, pulsing and filling him, rubbing his sensitive prostate. The tiny, sharp teeth of hundreds of suckers bit into his skin. Ropey muscles looped and squeezed around his hard cock, milking it into unimaginable bliss. His mouth was stuffed full, and he was helpless, bound, totally permeated with everything that was Geir.

With everything that he ever needed.

“Come,” Geir commanded.

And he did, pleasure wracking his body. It was endless and exquisite, pulsing through his every muscle and into his bones. He was joy and beauty.

He had no beginning or end.

No center or edge.

He was Geir’s.

He was lost.

He was home.

Chapter 6

Geir

Geir stroked a hand down Declan’s cheek, admiring his freckles and the shadow of dark scruff that was so different from his own pale hair.

He’d worried when Declan seemed to pass out, but then remembered a vague scrap of conversation from his half-forgotten past. He’d never seen it, but he’d heard that intense encounters could have this effect. So, once Geir confirmed that Declan was still breathing, he felt a little proud of himself.

Anyway, Declan had snuggled into him as he pulled him out of the water and carried him through the rough woods and back to his home. His pulse was steady and Geir contented himself with that.

Now they were curled up on the couch, with soft blankets around them and Declan’s soft breaths falling against his chest.

It was both beautiful and terrifying. How could one person make him feel all of these things? And why now, after all of these years?

He wrapped Declan tightly in his two tentacles as well as his arms. Just holding him wasn’t enough. He needed to taste him with his skin, that diffused sense of feeling color and flavor that came with his partially shifted body.

Declan tasted like lake and warm flesh, dark under the blankets like a cozy cave, soft and young. The sensations seeped into his limbs with a sense of rightness.

Geir always wondered how much of his feelings came from his own human mind and how much were baser animal instincts. Right now, he wanted to keep Declan close by in his lair, fighting off anyone who came too close.

Declan shifted in his arms and he allowed him just enough space to make himself comfortable and then tightened around him again.

“Hi,” he said brightly.

“Hello.” Geir’s voice came out scratchy and rough. He wasn’t quite sure what else to say.

Fortunately, Declan had enough to say for both of them. “That was amazing.” His voice was still soft and slow. Geir liked hearing him so relaxed like this. “You can do that to me again any time.”

Geir heard himself laughing, just a short chuff that shook his chest. But when was the last time he had laughed? When was the last time he had felt anything?

He stroked over Declan’s chest, feeling the changes in his muscles, the flavor that intensified under his armpits.