Tentacle Entanglement (Monster Mates, #1)

by Siggy Shade

This is worse than any tentacle porn I’ve read online because it’s real.

“Your face is leaking.” He places the tip of one tentacle on my face and gathers up the moisture.

“That’s something I use for sex.” “Why?” “Because I don’t have a mate.” “You have me,” he says in a deep voice that goes straight to my nipples. “That’s what I’m trying to explain,” I squeak. “That thing you just licked clean…” I gulp. “Yes?” “I use it for sex,” I whisper. The monster makes a disgruntled rumble and tosses the toy to the other end of the room. “You will cease the use of these items.”

“Why aren’t you touching me?” I say with a loud gasp. “Permission seems important to you,” he replies, matter-of-factly. “And I won’t move onto phase three until you give me your enthusiastic consent.”

“And why is the other tentacle still stroking my thigh?” “Because I’m waiting for permission.” “For what?” “To stick it in your anus.”

“You want to stick your tentacle up my ass.” “Rectum.” “Same thing.” “I sense you are resistant to the idea,” he says. I splutter. “Because I’ve never—” “Your rectum has its maidenhood intact?”

All this talk of tentacles is getting me overheated.

A little voice in the back of my head whispers a warning that I’m being molested by an octopus man, but I kick it to the outer edges of my mind.

“There is now moisture in your nostrils.” “Yes,” I say through hiccuping breaths. “That’s what happens when a person gets overloaded.” “Hmm…. I will remember to limit the strikes on your clitoris to three.”

one of the appendages wraps around my ankles and lifts my leg a foot off the bed. When he lays it down, it’s on something soft and damp. “What’s that?” “I rolled up one of my tentacles to form a cushion for you while I work.”

“Why haven’t you fucked my ass?” “I’m waiting for you to beg.” Ah yes, he mentioned that earlier.

“Could you release the tentacles please? I need to go to work,” I murmur. “You don’t need to go anywhere,” he says with a smirk. “Not when you have me to satisfy your needs.” “Does your kind have money in this world?” I ask. He huffs. “Who needs currency when one has might? If you need something, I will take it. In the meantime, you will mate with me in this body.”

A knock sounds on the door, making us both stiffen. “There’s another male.” His tone is sharp with accusation. “How do you know?” He curls his lip. “The scent.” “I don’t know who it is,” I whisper, even though it’s probably Mr. Roberts. “But keep going. He’ll soon leave.” “Alexis.” Mr. Roberts knocks again, this time harder. “He would dare utter your name?” my mate says, his eyes back to bright blue, all traces of arousal gone. “It’s just my boss.” Reaching up, I place a hand on his shoulder and stroke up and down his bicep. “What does that mean?” “He’s the man who owns the whole building as well as the place where I work.” “Tell him to find his own mate.” Mr. Roberts pounds on the door. “Don’t pretend you’re out, when I know you’ve got a man in there. I heard you the entire night.” My mate lowers himself to the mattress and releases his tentacles, leaving me squirming with a protest. As he rolls off the bed and stalks across the room toward the door, realization hits me with a new wave of terror. “Where are you going?” I scramble off the bed and hurry after my mate. “To kill him, of course.”

Of course

“You can’t go around killing someone because you find them annoying.” “Why not?”

“Do you know what to do?” I ask. “The man whose knowledge I absorbed watched hours of pornography,” my mate murmurs.