Page 99 of Hummingbird and Kraken

Geir chuckled. “And what sort of reward do you think you deserve?”

He was about to ask to finally, finally come, but he kind of loved the way that Geir had been tormenting him since he’d returned. He’d given Geir a blowjob in the shower after they went swimming yesterday, so Geir wasn’t suffering. No, Geir had teased him with those wicked tentacles and then dried him off without even touching him, telling him he wanted to make sure Declan knew who he belonged to.

Declan was very, very sure that he remembered. Fuck, he was so lucky.

So that wasn’t what he was going to ask for now. “A dance?” he finally requested, stepping up to Geir in the moon’s light.

“I can’t dance.”

That wasn’t a no. Declan pulled his phone from his pocket, found a song, and set it on the hood of the truck. “You don’t have to be good at it, just sway back and forth. And hold me.”

Looking a little skeptical, Geir pulled Declan close and shifted his weight from foot to foot, a small smile on his face. Declan laughed, his heart overflowing.

This was what made Geir so perfect, so different from anyone he’d dated before. Geir didn’t want to dance, but he’d do it to make Declan happy. He’d still do it his way, though. Neither of them needed to change to be happy with each other.

Declan moved just a little bit apart to do some fancier moves, but Geir wasn’t having it. Geir held him so tightly his feet couldn’t even touch the ground. He wrapped his legs around Geir’s broad hips instead.

The cool, slippery feeling of tentacles wound around his legs and up his body. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know they would show the distinctive black and white pattern that meant Geir was aroused. He could already feel it in the bulge that was pressing against his own.

The firm tentacles twined around his wrists and he pulled against them, just to feel Geir’s strength. He couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but rock helplessly against Geir’s soft belly and hard cock.

Geir gripped his hair, tugging his head back painfully and sending bolts of pleasure echoing down his spine. Geir’s tongue invaded his mouth, thrusting in possessively and taking over his lips, his tongue, the sensitive flesh on the roof of his mouth. He moaned, blissfully unable to do anything but take what Geir was giving him.

A tentacle wrapped around his neck while Geir plundered his mouth, the pressure just tight enough to feel deliciously dangerous. And Geir wouldn’t stop kissing him, their mouths pressed tightly together. So when Declan’s lungs burned and his head started to feel fuzzy, he just opened his eyes and let the stars wheel around him as Geir stole his breath.

He was achingly hard, gloriously immobilized, and completely owned.

When Geir at last drew back, he sucked in lungfuls of the crisp night air, lights bursting in his eyes like the stars had come down to earth.

With some slithering combination of hands and tentacles, Geir removed his clothes, letting only enough of him free at once to slip off the offending fabric. Declan never worried that he would fall, never even worried about where he was supposed to move. Geir had him.

Now that he was naked, he could take in all of the contrasts against his skin. Geir’s shirt was soft, but his jeans were rough against Declan’s oversensitive cock. Geir’s body was hot, but the night air was just starting to turn cold, especially as the clean sweat he’d worked up evaporated. He felt naked and exposed, small and vulnerable.

It was intoxicating.

In a wave of pressure, each of Geir’s suckers pulled at his skin, the small teeth inside scraping at his flesh. Stripes of painful pleasure wrapped around his belly and twined around his limbs.

“Daddy,” he cried out, twisting into the torment as much as away from it. The suckers moved over new, unbroken skin and struck again. “Yes, mark me. Make me yours.”

Geir complied, the soft, ropey limbs slithering around him and then biting into his chest, his hips, his shoulders. Geir kissed him, his gentle lips blending magnificently with the throb of the suction and sting of the scratches, as he grabbed and released Declan’s skin, over and over again.

Declan would have beautiful bruises tomorrow.

“You are mine,” Daddy told him fiercely. “Forever. I will make you mine forever.”

Declan nodded frantically. They’d probably have to talk about that more. And maybe wait a while. But he was so down for being Geir’s boy for the rest of eternity.

He couldn’t hold that thought for long, though. He felt a soft, slippery appendage sliding down his ass and slipping between his cheeks to tease at his balls.

Geir knew his body completely, understood innately what he craved. And his feelings for Geir blended in with all of the sensations buffeting his body.

But there was still that extra level of awareness, that knowledge that something so strange and inhuman was about to invade his defenseless human flesh, that drove him wild. Geir’s tentacles were about to be inside him, and that deviant image was exhilarating.

The slick tip teased around his entrance, and then slowly pressed in. He squirmed and whimpered at the stretch. It hurt, just a little bit more than he was ready for. But of course Geir knew that, knew that he wanted to feel taken and stretched and overwhelmed.

Geir withdrew and entered again, not filling him with an inward thrust, but with that peculiar gliding, oozing feeling that snuck up on him, leaving him impossibly full without knowing how it had even happened. Only Geir could give that to him.

Declan let his head fall against Geir’s shoulder, all of his attention on that writhing, stroking sensation deep within. He could hear himself panting and sobbing, the sound cut through by Geir’s heavy grunts and deep moans.