Page 9 of Tentacles and Teeth
Sid sprawled face down on the silk sheets, strips of morning sun painting the elegant curve of her spine with a lover’s adoration. Her ass—which was truly fine—bore a neat imprint of my teeth, I noticed with some smugness. I ghosted my lips over the spot, humming. She didn’t even twitch.
I took a moment to drink her in. Her long limbs were boneless against the rumpled sheets, the sinuous curving lines of her tattoos inky against the gleaming umber of her skin. I shivered, hit with a cascade of memories. Twisting coils of solid shadow wrapping around me, holding me tight. Squirming limbs flexing and pulsing within me, pushing me higher until all I could do was feel, and come, and scream.
I hadn’t had a partner with tentacles before last night, but by all the gods, it had been hot. I needed more. More of the sex, and more of her. Sid and I hadn’t talked about what happened after today, but I wasn’t leaving without bringing it up. I might have gone looking for a one-night thing, but now that I’d gotten a taste of Sid, I was addicted.
But right now, what I wanted most was a toilet. And maybe some mouthwash, I contemplated, running my tongue across fuzzy teeth with a grimace.
I rolled to my feet, careful not to jostle Sid, although she slept so soundly I probably could have done a full dance routine on the bed without waking her.
Looking around, I found no trace of my dress. I vaguely remembered Sid pulling it off me before she’d laid me out on the dining table for her “second dessert.” She had one hell of a sweet tooth.
Unfortunately, I also remembered her mentioning a roommate, so wandering out naked wasn’t something I was willing to do. My bladder was getting increasingly insistent, and I danced in place as I looked around for something to wear. Although taller than me, I had Sid beat in every other direction, so grabbing something of hers was out. Finally, desperate not to cap off the best night of my life by peeing on the floor, I pulled the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around myself toga style.
Hustling out the door, I was checking behind me to make sure I didn’t snag the trailing edge of my sheet-dress when I plowed into somebody standing in the hall. The door snicked shut as a long, thickly muscled arm wrapped around my shoulders, steadying me.
“Whoa, careful there.”
His voice was deep. Rough, though I didn’t know if it was sleep or just the way he sounded. His body was...big. Hot, like a furnace. And hard.
My face flamed as an insistent nudge against my belly grew firmer, higher. He was very hard. And getting harder. My poor abused pussy rallied, giving an enthusiastic squeeze of approval.Quiet, you tramp. Nobody asked for your opinion.I looked up, past a wide sun-gilded chest liberally sprinkled with short curls, up a column of a neck marked with three savage scars, past a short, scruffy beard, and into shimmering toffee-colored eyes.
Oh, fuck me.
My cunt happily agreed. It supplied a fantasy of Sid coming out and trapping me between them like some cheesy low-budget porn flick. I bit back a whimper.
“You ok, li’l bit?” Hot Roommate’s voice was still rough, but amused now, and tinged with an accent that said he’d earned that golden glow in the south.
“Uh, yeah. Sorry.” I stepped back, feeling immediately chilly as his arm fell away and I lost the heat of his body against mine. The extra cold patch on my belly was not anything I was willing to think about. “I’m Katarina. Sid’s...I came with Sid.”
“You did,” Hot Roommate purred. His eyes lightened to a pale shifter yellow as I flushed yet again, his features sharpening with a hungry edge.
Okayyyy. He must have come home earlier than I realized. Not that I’d been in a position to notice anything outside of the hedonistic bubble Sid and I created. I raised my chin, a smirk curling my lips. “I did. And now I’d like to go to the bathroom, if you don’t mind.”
He tilted his head, considering. “I don’t know. I’m pretty happy with you where you are.” He stepped closer, and my back bumped against the door even though I hadn’t consciously moved. His arms bracketed me, hands gripping either side of the door frame. Inhaling, his head dropped low. “Fuck, you smell good.” The words dragged out of him almost reluctantly.
I swayed towards him, arching my back as the sheet drooped in my lax fingers. Against every scrap of better judgment, my gaze wandered down his unabashedly nude form. Oh, gods. So built. So thick. The perfectly lickable “V” at his hips led to a cock that was large enough to be intimidating and beautiful enough to make me want to drop to my knees. It had the unmistakable swell around the base that said Mr. Hot Roommate was a werewolf.
His eyes were locked on the upper curves of my breasts like they were prey in a field. Feeling wanton, I inhaled with deliberate slowness, letting my lungs expand in my chest as I felt the sheet slip precariously against my nipples.
He snarled, seeming to grow larger as the wood of the door frame creaked under his grip.
A curl of alarm shot through me, but before I could either panic or throw myself at him—I legitimately didn’t know which—the door to Sid’s room opened at my back.
The now familiar line of her body caught me before I fully processed the sensation of falling, and she pulled me close. Her voice was a sleepy whisper against my hair. “Good morning, Katarina.” Dropping a nuzzling kiss on my head, she turned her attention to Hot Roommate and her tone lost the languid sexiness. “Pants, Fenn. How many times do I have to tell you? In this house we wear pants.”
He snorted, folding his arms over his impressive chest.
My hormones were positively rioting as I stood there, sandwiched between the two hottest people I’d ever fucking met. That they were bickering instead of flirting didn’t seem to matter to my gluttonous pussy. She was adamant that this was the opening scene to our personal porno, and she prepared for battle with gusto.
I panicked.
“Pee!” I blurted out, much louder than I intended. Hot Roommate—no, Fenn—blinked at me. “I have to go to the bathroom.” I groaned, mentally slapping myself as I scrambled between them. “Excuse me.”
Sid’s laughter made my ears burn as I slammed the door behind me, but it was easy and happy, devoid of mockery. Her muffled voice was the same, and I strained my ears as I fought my way free of the sheet. The pressure from my bladder had returned with a vengeance, and I nearly wept with gratitude as my pelvic floor muscles saved me from an embarrassing accident yet again.
“You hitting on my girl, Fenn?”
Delight spooled through me at the possessive claim.