Page 38 of I'm Not Your Pet

The only path I had led forward.

Reaching for the hem of his sleep pants as slowly as I possibly could, my heart climbed into my throat.He’ll say no if he doesn’t want this,I reminded myself. Wasn’t like I was going to do anything untoward without his permission—I just wanted a peek at what kinda monster cock he was packing in there. I needed to prepare.

Besides, I’d seen worse in locker rooms.

Our dicks had to be different, right?

The biologist in me needed to know.

The elastic gave easily beneath my fingers as I pulled it back, peeking inside the dark depths beneath it to sate my curiosity. I barely got a glimpse of the shadowy shape of Roark’s cock before he made a primal, grunt-y sort of noise and the world spun. Suddenly I was on my back, my breath escaping in a quiet whoosh.

I blinked away the daze as Roark purred, his chest vibrating with the force of it as he bracketed me on the bed with his massive arms, his soft belly rubbing against my crotch. I wasn’t hard, but I would be soon if he kept that up.

His eyes were black.

His spots were red.

His teeth were bared.

His chestheaved.

He was powerful and terrifying and god…so fucking hot. If he sneezed wrong he could kill me. Like—that should not be so sexy. But it was. All that strength, and he somehow managed to be more gentle with me than anyone I’d ever met.

“Huu-goh,” Roark rasped, and it didn’t sound like an admonishment. It soundedhungry. His hands shifted around my wrists, squeezing, once, twice, before they changed, the solid form giving way as thousands of tiny little tentacles crept around my wrists. They writhed and squeezed, the warm squishy texture making me instantly hard.

Jesus fuck.

“Roark,” I wiggled a little to test the give of my bonds—only to find I was thoroughly stuck. My heart skipped a beat as butterflies exploded inside my belly.What was going to happen next? Did red spots mean he was mad?I’d figured out theychanged with his mood but I was still getting a handle on what each color meant.

“Huu-goh,” Roark murmured, voice hoarse. He ducked his head down, his snout rubbing against the side of my neck slow and easy, and my entire body trembled.Shit. Ugh.The rubbery, almost spongy texture of his skin felt so fucking weird but good. His head was less squishy than the rest of him, though I imagined he felt similar to what a beluga whale would feel like. Kinda rubbery? Soft.

I shivered.

“Huu-goh yesh?”

“What?” It took me a second to realize Roark was speaking in English.

His nose rubbed against me again and my toes curled when I felt the steadily growing swell of his cock pressing against mine through the dual layers of our sleep pants. Damn, that thing was massive. I wished I’d gotten a better look at it.

“Yesh?” he repeated, struggling through the S sound because of his teeth.

“Oh.” My head spun. Yes. He was sayingyes. Did that mean he wanted more too? “Yes?” The tiny tentacles around my wrists squeezed, rubbing against me in a way that shouldn’t have been as tantalizing as it was. I should be fucking terrified. At least, if I was a sane person. Which I clearly was not. Because instead of shrinking beneath the bulk of this absolute beast of a man—I was running victory laps in my head.

Because serious, stoic, quiet Roark had finally snapped.

Because ofme.

It felt like a zillion tiny ropes tickling all my nerve endings at once as the tentacles swirled and squished snug around my wrist. They tested the give, squeezing tight enough for a moment it almost hurt—before loosening at the same time I released a broken exhale.

Holy fuck.

“Roark yes?” I replied, my dick becoming fully hard so fast it gave me dick-lash.

“Yesh,” Roark agreed, his breath huffing in my ear. I hadn’t realized I was so sensitive there. Not till his tongue flickered out through the row of razor-sharp fangs, long and dexterous, and he traced my ear with it. His movements were clumsy and imperfect, but I loved them all the same.

I spread my legs and Roark made the most beautiful, pleased little rumble. I didn’t need to understand him to know whatthatmeant. Like a big cat with a mouse tucked right between his paws. Roark’s approval made my blood sing as I tested my bonds, just to feel the tendrils contract enough to hurt again.

I wanted to see his dicksobad.

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