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Pulling back and meeting his startled, feral gaze, I slide my way down his body. He makes a move to reach for me, stop me, pull me back up, but I push his hands away and sink to the floor. All of those writhing, caressing tentacles stay with me, keeping me bound and supported so I don’t have to put too much weight where my knees rest on the unforgiving tile.

“Tell me,” I murmur, leaning in to brush my lips against the broad, dark tip of his mating tentacle. “If there’s anything I do wrong, you have to tell me.”

“Sweet Nora,” he breathes, leaning back against the tiled wall like it’s too much effort to hold himself up. “Nothing you do can be wrong.”

“Good.” I smirk up at him. “Then I think it’s your turn to just relax and enjoy.”

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Elias

I’m not sure if Nora is meant to be my salvation, or my damnation.

Here, now, with her mouth exploring my shifted cock and her greedy, eager hands running up and down its length, she might be either.

As hard as I try, I can’t conjure up any of my prior reservations, or pretend for one single second I’m capable of resisting anything she’s willing to give me.

Instead, I tangle my hand into her wet hair and lean my head back against the tiles. My whole body is straining to thrust into her, fuck that pretty little mouth of hers, but I’m going to let her set the pace even if it kills me.

She’s done so beautifully tonight, accepted me so completely. I don’t want to ruin it now.

“Is this alright?” Nora asks, bringing my mating tentacle—my cock for all intents and purposes when I’m in this form—to her lips and pressing a delicate kiss to the head.

Gods above, like there’s a single chance in hell she could do anything I wouldn’t enjoy. Still… I can’t help but tease her a little.

I love teasing my treasure, love seeing her eyes light up with excitement and feeling the bite of her sharp humor and radiant temper.

“Is that all you’d like to do with me, little siren?”

Just like I thought, her eyes flash and her lips part. Her tongue rolls slowly over the underside of the head and I have to restrain myself again from thrusting into the wet heat of her mouth.

“Mmm.” The pleasured, blissful sound she makes in the back of her throat only makes restraint twice as difficult. “You taste different than I expected. You taste good.”

Fuck.Fuck. Of all the things she shouldn’t say to me. Unable to help myself, I clasp a hand around the back of her head and nudge her forward slightly, pushing myself in just a little deeper.

I support the rest of her with my tentacles, keeping her knees off the hard floor of the shower and keeping as much of me in contact with her as I can.

I want all of her. Every inch. For as long as I can have her.

Stroking her softly with the hand I still have tangled in her hair, I use a couple of tentacles to hug her tighter against me. The shift in our positions brings her closer, and with a roll of my hips, she takes more of me, eagerly welcoming me inside.

She works me slowly at first, learning the taste and the shape of me, eyes flicking up to watch my reactions.

When she drags her teeth lightly along my shaft, I can’t stop the strangled groan that rasps from my throat. Nora, the wicked creature that she is, pulls off of me with a wet, satisfying pop and smirks up at me before kissing all the way down my shaft to the base and then back up again.

This time, when she takes me into her mouth, her hands come up as well. One settles on my hip in a firm grip, massaging into the gray-blue skin there. The other reaches back and rests over the hand I have in her hair, pressing it more firmly against her.

Pulling back for a moment, she grins up at me. “Show me how you like it.”

With those six simple words, my restraint hovers perilously close to its breaking point, straining at the seams of my control.

“Nora…”

She lowers her head, whispers directly into my skin. “I trust you, Elias. Show me.”

My restraint snaps.

With one hand clutched at the back of her head, and one gripped firmly around my cock, I feed her more of my length, controlling her movements so it’s not too much, too fast. When she hums low and appreciatively in the back of her throat, I chase the sound, pushing in until I feel the muscles there contracting and drawing me deeper.

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