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“Are you going to kill me?” I whisper.
“I’m going to fill you with something calming.”
Panic spikes in my heart, pushing me into action. There’s no way I can let a strange man, let alone a creature of unknown origin, put anything inside my body.
I’d read the horror stories, seen Alien and a whole host of other movies—I’d be damned if I got myself impregnated and then consumed from the inside out by his monstrous offspring.
I fumble around the bed for a weapon, and my fingers close around my sucking rose. It isn’t much, but I toss it at the monster’s head. A tentacle snaps out of him and snatches it from the air before the toy even lands.
Damn it.
Before he can retaliate, I swing my legs out of the bed, only for a tentacle to curl around my waist like a whip.
“Mmmmm,” the monster hums. “What is that?”
I slip my fingers beneath the appendage to dislodge its grip, but it tightens. It looks like he wants an answer to his question.
“What’s what?” I turn to the figure in my bed.
“This weapon of yours is coated in something delicious.”
I freeze. And blink over and over to see through the dark. My pink toy hovers close to where the monster’s mouth should be and my breath slows enough for me to hear the sounds of obscene slurping.
He’s licking my toy.
Heat sears across my cheeks and my mind fills with a catalog of solitary encounters with the sucking rose. It’s been months since I last had a man. The last time barely counted since he’d suffered the worst case of premature ejaculation and then tried to blame me for ‘being so hot.’ Before that one, the guy fumbled around so much that I ended up faking my orgasm just to make him stop.
Dating apps are okay, but most of the guys there are either players, time-wasters, or catfishers. And then there are scammers like the Tinder Swindler.
With all my spare time spent painting watercolors in the hope that one of them will sell, it’s near impossible to meet decent men.
The monster laps at my toy as though he’s licking ice cream. My breath quickens, each hum of appreciation feeling like a caress over my swollen clit. I had only used the toy this morning and forgot to clean it, but if he likes what he tastes, I know a place he can get plenty.
“You’re really enjoying it?” I squeak.
“I’ve never tasted anything finer,” he replies with a low moan that makes my nipples tighten. “Where can I find more?”
My breath quickens, and my eyelids flutter shut. This cannot be happening. Of course, it isn’t. This is just a dream.
I clench my teeth, trying to stop myself from saying the words.
The pulse between my legs pounds harder than my ragged breaths. Could I really allow a monster to go down on me? As the tentacle squeezes me around the waist, I quickly come to an answer.
“I can give you more of that,” I rasp, “But will you promise not to use any teeth?”
ChapterThree
I stretch out on the mattress, my gaze darting to the dark figure lying beside me on the bed. He leans close, his hot breath fanning across the sensitive skin of my neck.
Every nerve ending on that side of my body tingles in anticipation of those tentacles. I can already imagine what he’ll do with them—the hours of endless pleasure he’ll give every part of me that needed his touch.
But all he does is sniff my hair.
“Where’s that delicious scent?” he asks, his voice shimmering across my skin.
“Pardon?” I rasp.
“The one on this?” He dangles the toy.
