Page 33 of Alien Attachment
“Wrapped in Pleasure: Ten Ways Your Tentacled Lover Will Drive You Wild. Followed by Probed and Loving It, Milky Way and Milkier Curves, Thrust Vectoring, and—oh, classy—Ride the Rocket, Ranger.”
I feel my bioluminescence pulse involuntarily. “Thorough research requires multiple sources.”
“Apparently.” She’s fighting a smile now. “Who collected practical guides on...variations of cultural bonding.”
The way she says ‘cultural bonding’ makes something warm unfurl in my chest. “Knowledge is power, as humans say.”
“Is it now?” She turns to face me fully, and I catch the mischief in her eyes. “And what do your irrational thoughts suggest we do with all this... educational material?”
“Try me.” She steps closer, moving within reach of my barely restrained tendrils. “What does the part of you that isn’t thinking rationally want to do?”
My appendages extend automatically, stopping just short of her skin. The space between us crackles with tension. “Touch you,” I admit, my voice dropping to something rough and primal. “Everywhere. Until you’re trembling and gasping and saying my name like it’s the only word you remember.”
Her breathing quickens. “And then?”
“And then I’d start over,” I say, letting one tendril drift close enough to her collarbone that she can feel its warmth. “Because once would never be enough. I’d want to learn every sound you make, every way your body responds to mine, every single thing that brings you pleasure until I could play you like an instrument.”
“Jhorn...” Her voice has gone breathy, and through our bond I feel her arousal spiking to match my own.
“I’ve been lying here watching you sleep,” I continue, encouraged by her response, “thinking about what it would feel like to wake you with my touch. To trace these lines—” my tendril hovers over her collarbone “—with my mouth instead of just my appendages. To taste your skin and hear you sigh my name.”
“You’ve been thinking about tasting me?” The question comes out more breathless than she probably intended.
“Extensively,” I confess. “I’ve been wondering if you taste as good as you smell. Whether your skin is as soft as it looks.Whether you’d arch against my mouth the way you arch against my tendrils.”
She leans forward, closing the distance until my hovering tendril finally makes contact with her throat. The sensation is electric, sending shockwaves through my entire nervous system.
“I’ve been thinking about it too,” she whispers, the admission hitting me like lightning. “About your hands on me. About what else you can do with those bioelectric pulses. About letting you touch me the way you really want to.”
My control fractures. More tendrils extend, mapping the air around her with desperate precision. “How do I really want to touch you?”
“Like you’re starving for it,” she says, meeting my gaze directly. “Like you can’t get enough. Like you want to consume me.”
The raw honesty in her voice breaks something inside me. “Because I do,” I confess, my voice rough with need. “I want to worship every inch of your body until you’re shaking with pleasure. I want to make you mine in every way possible.”
“What would that look like?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
I lean closer, my bioluminescence casting shifting patterns across her skin. “It would start with me mapping every sensitive spot on your body. Finding the places that make you gasp, the touches that make you arch toward me instead of away.”
“And then?”
“Then I’d use everything I learned against you,” I say, my voice dropping to a growl. “Every pulse, every caress, every way of touching you that drives you wild. I’d build the pleasure so carefully, so perfectly, that when I finally let you fall apart in my arms, you’d forget everything except how good I can make you feel.”
Her pupils are dilated now, her breathing rapid and shallow. “Show me,” she breathes.
Those two words shatter the last of my restraint. “Are you certain? Because once I start touching you properly, I won’t want to stop.”
“I’m certain I’ve been wanting this since you first demonstrated what those tendrils could do.” Her eyes are dark with desire. “I’m certain I trust you. And I’m certain that if we don’t explore this now, I’ll go insane from wanting it.”
The confession sends such a surge of need through me that my bioluminescence flares bright enough to light the entire cabin. “Then let me show you exactly what I’m capable of.”
I start with one tendril tracing the line of her collarbone while another follows the graceful curve of her neck, each touch accompanied by gentle bioelectric pulses that make her breath catch. Through our bond, I feel her wonder transforming into raw hunger as the sensations build.
“That’s just the beginning,” I tell her, letting a third tendril explore the sensitive hollow behind her ear while sending coordinated pulses through all three contact points. Her knees nearly buckle, and she grabs my shoulders for support.
“Stars above,” she gasps, her head falling back to give me better access. “I can’t... that’s incredible.”
“This is nothing,” I promise, my voice rough with barely contained desire. “With full contact, with time to explore every response, I could make you forget your own name.”
