Page 97 of Somber Prince
He grabbed my wrist, halting my progress.
I met his burning gaze straight on.
“Rha, I can help you. I’m not in pain. Not in a frenzy. It doesn’t need to be what it usually is between shadow fae. I’m a human, remember? We have sex all the time.” I smiled with more optimism than I felt.
Peeling my back from the wall, I took a tiny step his way. I wasn’t sure he understood or even heard my words, but he couldn’t stay away anymore. Yanking on my arm, he pulled me into his chest.
The prehensile appendages between his legs snapped around my hand, ensnaring me. Firm but flexible and slick with a sheen of lubrication, they twined between my fingers and curled around my forearm. As thick as my thumb at the base, they tapered at their ends, stretching as long as my forearm. And there were a lot of them.
Rha groaned, grimacing in pain.
“Rha, baby, please feel me. Let me ease your pain.”
He ran his hands down my arms, but his touch was unfamiliar. His fingers flexed, rigid, as if he were grasping for a lifeline while being carried out to sea. Gripping my hips, he slammed me against him.
“It hurts. Make it stop, Sweet One,” he sounded delirious, lost to the agony of need burning through him. “Please, make it stop.”
Clawing at the fabric of my dress, he tore the skirt in the front, then ripped through my underwear and lifted my leg, pressing his pelvis to mine.
I gasped as the slick members between his legs brushed against my bare flesh. Probing, prodding, and searching, his feelers undulated between us. Their touch was smooth but persistent. The tapered ends fluttered along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and stroked between my folds. Some brushed by my clit, sending a bolt of arousal through my lower belly.
“God, this is…weird,” I breathed out, only instead of pulling away, I pressed closer. “But good weird.”
The sensation was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, and I didn’t want it to stop. Hooking an arm around Rha’s neck, I moved my hips to press against him.
The short tentacles found my opening and sank inside, one by one, filling me. The stretch quickly proved too much. My inner muscles clenched at the intrusion.
“Not all of them at once, please.” I jerked back.
But Rha wouldn’t let me retreat, holding me in place. He growled like a wild animal, trying to rut, but there were just too many of his feelers for me to take. They all tried to fit inside, prodding and stretching me to the limit.
I reached between us and grabbed a handful of them. I was gentle. Still, Rha bellowed in pain, throwing his head back.
“Feel me, Rha. Feel me, now.”
That was the only way I knew how to ease his pain. Shaking, he finally let his tendrils out. They sprang out of his arms and snapped into place on my back and arms.
“I need…” he groaned. “Dawn, I need you.”
Gripping my hips, he lifted me off the ground, then pushed me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around him, and he thrust inside me. I held on to the few feelers of his, keeping them outside of my body. They curled around my fist, rubbing against my clit with his thrusts.
Our connection absorbed all my senses. My nerves were on high alert, making me hyper aware and exceptionally sensitive to everything he was doing to me.
His feelers undulated in and out of me, constantly rubbing, prodding, and caressing my body with an ever-changing kaleidoscope of sensations. Those that I had trapped in my fist fought against my grip. In their frantic struggle, they rubbed against my most sensitive spot, sending warm waves of pleasure through my core.
My thighs trembled.
Orgasm approached, fast and violent.
Rha buried his face in my neck as I gripped his shoulders with my free arm.
“Fuck, Rha… I’m…” My climax slammed into me, closing my throat. My hips jerked against him.
He roared as pleasure—my pleasure—rocked us both.
My hands shook. My fingers relaxed, letting the feelers escape. But Rha’s body felt more tense than ever, trapping me between him and the wall.
Did he come too?