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On tippy-toes, I kiss his cheek.

He half grunts, half growls. “Now, I think you have a naughty book list to curate.”

My laugh tumbles out and I bump his hip. “I’m on it.”

Chapter 18

Bjorn

At the other end of the couch, Penelope leans against the armrest, reading aloud. Her knees squeeze together, and she lifts her hips slightly.

“Did I tell you to close them?”

She relaxes her hold and her knees spread, giving me a direct view of her pussy. My cock has been hard since she got to the fifth chapter when the demon fucked the heroine with his tail and his cock. That’s when Penelope’s nipples pebbled, and her arousal filled the air.

Her sweet, melodic voice has turned rich and heavy with lust. Without a real decision to do so, my beard morphs into curious tentacles. They taste their way up her calves until she is wrapped up to the thigh.

Penelope gasps and sits up on her elbows, placing the phone down. She licks her lips and shifts her hips.

“We were just at the good part. Don’t stop.”

She points an accusing finger at me, one dark eyebrow lifted. “If I’m reading, no touching. I can’t concentrate.”

“Read, Wildcat.” I rub along the outline of my hard cock as she watches with heavy-lidded eyes.

I let her settle back in place and read for a moment before I start in on our little game again. My tentacles are still wrapped around her, keeping her open for me and sucking on her skin. Scooting closer, I brush a thumb over the edge of her panties. The touch is light, ghosting. I do the same to her center, and even that light touch makes a little wet spot on the cotton. Penelope’s breath hitches, but she recovers and continues reading.

“Good girl. Keep reading. Let me listen to that hot filth pouring out of your mouth while I play with your pussy.”

My words cause her to shift her hips restlessly. I noticed the way she squirmed each time the lover in the book called his mate good girl. She likes praise, likes to know she pleases me. Knowing she wants to please me makes me rock-hard.

I lean between her legs and tug on her T-shirt, bunching it above her bra. Her nipples poke against the thin cotton. I roll one then the other between my fingers and cup her breast, applying a tight squeeze before backing away.

Penelope curses in frustration and flops back against the couch. She lets out a whiny breath but manages to read another sentence. My hands continue teasing between her legs, tracing back and forth along her wet center. I tug her panties to the side and expose her to me. She’s pink and glistening, always so eager.

I rub my thumb back and forth along her pussy, then circle her clit. My finger dips inside and all pretense of reading is lost. I finger-fuck her in a slow glide that makes Penelope’s hips rise to meet me as she tries to grind down on my hand. My tentacles lock her in place, two others lengthening to circle and capture each arm.

Going to my knees, I lean in and hover over her, watching as my fingers disappear into her wet heat. Penelope’s head rolls back and little needy noises escape. She’s close.

“You’re such a good mate. I love to watch you get turned on, to see how sexy you are. Come for me.” I cup her throat and fuck her with my fingers, stretching her on each thrust.

I take her lips and kiss her until she surrenders to me, coming in waves. My hold on her throat loosens and I stroke my marks until she eases down.

I sit back against the couch and retract my tentacles. “Come here.”

My violet-eyed Wildcat shimmies out of her shirt and bra, releasing her tits. They’re big and round, the dark rosy nipples puckered. My cock strains against my jeans and I rub along the ridge, squeezing the head. She unbuttons her skirt down the center and tosses it on the floor. Her hands move to her waist to take off her panties and I watch as she reveals her plump mound and the small thatch of dark hair.

I unzip my jeans, my aching cock finally getting some room. Penelope crawls along the couch to me, her tits swaying with each move. I reach out, unable to resist the sight, and pluck them, rolling the stiff peaks between my fingers until she moans. She climbs over my lap and hovers as she undoes the buttons on my flannel. I help her until I’ve got it off, then I take her face in my hands, kissing her deeply.

I swat her ass and pull back. “Over my lap.”

“Are you going to spank me?” she asks breathlessly.

“Do you want me to?”

The thought of my palm prints on her ass, marking her skin as mine all over again, of bringing her pleasure though my claim, makes my dick throb. I love this side of her, how needy she is for me. The fact that she trusts me with her vulnerability is a gift I plan to never squander.

She gives me a slow nod, her expression shy. I growl and move her until she’s situated over my thighs. My hands caress up and down her back and over the swell of her ass until sherelaxes against me. When I’m ready to begin, my tentacles aid me, wrapping around her arms and binding them behind her back. Another two pull her legs apart.

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