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My fingers curl against the hood as I try to hide my agitation that he hasn't already slid that tentacle up another inch. "What's that?"
"Get you to beg for it."
"I don't beg," I scoff, though I’m fairly certain he knows just how close I am.
But if that’s what he wants, I’ll definitely fight it. My inherent stubbornness won’t allow anything less.
My monster leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, rolling it against his tongue, nipping with those teeth, before releasing it and blowing on it. When his gaze travels back up tomeet mine from where he hovers above my chest, I have to hold my breath in order to avoid showing him how affected I am.
Those suckers pulse again along my leg, and he wiggles the tip of the tentacle closer.
I can't resist. My body automatically twists, seeking friction.
The tentacle tip lifts up, denying me access, and I stare down in outrage as I see the tip grow rounder, blunter, more dick shaped—all of it mocking me.
"Creep," I hiss from between my teeth. "I swear to fuck, I'll call Dev over here and tell him to cock block you for the next decade?—"
In a flash, my panties are shredded by Creep's claw, and his hot, thick tentacle is stroking up and down my entrance. I don’t have time to gloat over the fact that I didn’t end up begging because the feel of him right where I need him is too damned overwhelming.
"You are wet, little warrior," Creep moans before he plants a soft kiss on the thundering pulse of my neck. "I can feel it soaking into me even more than usual."
He lifts the tentacle so we can both see the proof, my wetness glistening in the moonlight.
"I'm wet, but I'm also mad right now. And I'm going to get even more mad if I'm not stuffed with that?—"
Creep's tongue shoves into my mouth, silencing me as the tentacle shoves an inch inside of me before pulling back and then pulsing gently in and out, just deep enough to tease me. Warm and hot and growing thicker—it’s perfect.
His fingertips reach between us, and he pinches my right nipple, tugging on it lightly and causing fireworks to dance across my chest and send sparks shooting down my spine. Meanwhile, the tentacle presses in a little deeper, spreading my lower lips lewdly as it slides against them. I swivel my hips to increase the tingling charge bolting up my opening as the first suction cup enters me.
Holy shit.
I nearly bite Creep's tongue in surprise as a scandalous sensation ripples through me. The slurping, wet drag of that cup seems to pull at every nerve ending until it's taut and vibrating with a note of pleasure I've never even heard before. It rings inside my ears and makes my eyes flutter closed. If angels exist and make fucking sound—this is it. This is their heavenly chorus.
My fingers wrench up and grasp Creep by the shoulders, fingernails digging into his scarred, bark-like skin, warning him not to stop.
He presses in another inch, and I moan deeply against his mouth as the suction cup finally seats itself over its intended target. It pulses, and I wrench back from Creep with a scream of pleasure as it pulls at my G-spot.
His smug grin doesn't even ruin the moment because I'm too busy seeing stars. An orgasm rumbles through me and leaves me gasping but still greedy for more. It's like a precursor to an earthquake, the early trembling in the ground that signals disaster is imminent.
God, how I want Creep to destroy me. I want him to wreck me so that I tumble down and collapse, shattering into bits.
I travel my fingers up to his beautiful face and cup his sharp cheekbones. "Remind me what you promised you'd do to me," I tell him, not quite managing sass with my breathless tone.
A smart monster, he takes the hint and sinks down my body until his mouth presses against my core. His forked tongue splits apart to lick up each side of my slit repeatedly before those lips of his descend to suck on my swollen, aching clit.
The pull and stretch sends me whirling. Meanwhile, somehow Creep’s discovered how to pulse the suction cup inside of me so that he can control the timing and coordinate it with his mouth. Suction inside. Suction out. Inside. Out.
I plant my feet on the hood of the car, and my hips rise of their own accord. My hands were on Creep's face, but they’ve migrated to his antlers, which span across my belly. Palms clamping down, those horns become my lifeline as I scream out my pleasure again and again.
I don't build up to one more orgasm; I become a giant rolling orgasm as debauched bliss consumes me. The entire world tunnels until all I see are the pinprick stars above, all I feel is the gentle moss and vines on Creep's antlers, and all I know is the sparkling euphoria inside of me.
By the time Creep lets me sink down onto the hood of the car, my legs are cramping and my throat is hoarse.
"’Bout time you finished with her," a deep voice growls. "I need a turn."
I turn my head until my cheek rests against the chilled hood and gaze out at the shadows. Heartbeat fluttering madly, I spot a figure beneath the trees.
But my heart drops when I realize that it's not another one of my mates.
