6. Zzz

CHAPTER 6

Moss

Listening to a human sleep was a new experience for me. It wasn't my sleep cycle yet so I laid next to Max for a couple hours, listening to his soft snores with a stupid smile on my face. My body heated on and off, the fever creeping up and my willpower controlled by just a thread of strength.

Max needed his sleep. I would wake him later, but for now…

I breathed him in and then gently slid out of bed, careful not to wake him. I grabbed my night robe and slid it on. I left my room and crept quietly down the hall to my small office, shutting the door carefully behind me. My tentacles writhed freely, already being away from him making me tense.

I just needed to send some messages off and then I'd go back to bed. I sat down and the communications system came on, the sheer amount of notifications making me sigh.

I pressed my finger to the pad on my desk and the screen came up, a virtual space that gleamed in the dark.

"Open notifications," I commanded.

I had a message from the council and then several messages from Dio. I scowled and clicked on one of them, feeling a series of alarm bells through my mind.

Attention Moss:

Why are you pushing through funds for the Galactic Gems?? We shouldn't be responsible for their damages! I handled everything perfectly well, but you interfered!

WHY DID YOU GO TO THEIR SHOW?

Dio

He was clearly furious that I'd gone to the Galactic Gems show.

A string of curses left me as I kept reading. That message was just one of several.

"What is going on?" I whispered, scowling.

I couldn't understand why this was setting him off so much. Dio was fairly new to my team, and I didn't appreciate the way he was responding to this.

I shook my head and opened up a fresh message, including all of Dio's messages as an attachment to the council for approval for reprimand. I sent it off, and then started another message, notifying them of my sporev and that when I returned, I would follow up on Dio and the payments owed to the burlesque troupe.

My lips pressed together as I waited for a response. I read a couple more of Dio's messages, all of which were angrier and angrier. Especially since I hadn't responded to him.

And I certainly wouldn't respond through messages. Not with that tone.

The council response was quick and brief: enjoy my time and don't worry about anything else.

I rolled my shoulders and leaned back in my chair, already thinking about Max again. The idea that Dio was so up in arms about me supporting the troupe made my own hackles rise. Dio had never been violent before, though, so I tried to calm myself.

My tentacles throbbed. In fact, my entire body felt like it was falling apart. I groaned and rose, leaving the office and going back to my bedroom, following Max's scent like a bloodhound. I paused in the doorway, watching as his bare chest rose and fell.

I stifled a groan. My mouth watered and I couldn't resist from sliding off my robe and taking a seat in the corner of my bedroom. I could see him perfectly from here.

Sario. I bit my lower lip. The memory of his blood came back to me, taunting that primal, monstrous part that dwelled within, waiting to consume and mate again.

Max. His name drilled through me as I slid my hand around the base of my upper tentacle, gripping myself and stroking. The suckers pulled at my palm, leaving soft kisses as I moved up and down, wishing that he was kneeling before me.

The thought alone of him before me, his sweet mouth sucking…

"Sario," I huffed.

I didn't want to wake him yet. I closed my eyes, my heavy head falling back as I kept stroking myself.

A soft whimper fluttered through the room.

My eyes flew open and I stared at Max. He still appeared to be asleep, but that sound…

Curious, I stood and went to the edge of the bed, peering down at him. Another moan parted his lips, his breaths quickening as he moved in his sleep.

Was he dreaming?

I'd heard that humans could have very vivid dreams, images that played in their brains during sleep. I could hardly imagine it, as I'd never had such a thing happen to me.

The blankets rested around his hips, his chest bare. I fought the urge to touch him, but was quickly losing the battle.

He'd told me he wanted to wake up being used.

My tentacles throbbed with need. I sucked in a breath, feeling my will crumble with every second that passed.

I reached for one of his nipples, circling it gently with my fingertip. His scent was potent as I continued to play with him, teasing each nipple until his breath hitched. My gaze slid down to the blanket and the bulge lifting it.

I couldn't stop now. I shivered, trying to keep my movements quiet as I went around the bed and carefully climbed back in. I settled in next to him, but he didn't stir.

I slid my arm beneath his back and tugged and turned him in the same moment, spooning my body against his. He adjusted, but then his breathing deepened.

I waited until I was certain he was asleep.

Precum lubed my tentacles. I craved him in every moment of my existence.

Carefully, I pressed my body against him and lifted his thighs lightly. Already, my tentacles reached for him, one curling around his balls while the other probed his entrance.

A long moan left him in his sleep.

"Keep dreaming, little tarax," I huffed.

My tentacle was lubed up enough that the tip slipped in. I moved slowly, grunting as I carefully rocked my hips against his ass.

I closed my eyes, drinking in the feel of his body pulsing around me, gripping me as I slid in and out. I worked him gently, a low growl rumbling in my chest as I took him.

"Can you feel me?" I whispered so quietly I was sure he couldn't hear me. "Can you feel your mate fucking you?"

Mate.

I felt a flash of terror. The word has slipped out so seamlessly, and it didn't feel wrong. In fact, it felt right.

It was too soon for that. Too soon to know.

I whimpered, my control loosening the longer I was inside of him.

"Max," I whispered hoarsely.

What was he doing to me? I was unraveling just from his touch, from being inside of him and knowing that he wanted this. I thrust harder, panting as I took him.

His moan came louder and I felt his muscles tense, his body starting to stir.

I growled and flipped him over onto his stomach, mounting him from behind as he gasped, crying out as I thrust into him entirely.

"Fuck," he whimpered sleepily. "Yes. Fuck me."

His sleepy murmurs sent me over the edge. I fucked him harder, groaning as I took him over and over, invading him repeatedly.

He bucked against the bed, his body trembling beneath me.

I could do this forever with him. I felt the full force of my heat flooding back as I fucked him, pleasure rolling through my body in immense waves. Euphoria wrapped around me, his body taking me.

I leaned down, kissing down his spine as my tentacles thrust in and out of him.

"Moss," he cried. "Fuck! Harder!"

"Any harder and I might break the bed," I growled.

"Break it," he rasped.

My muscles rippled with strength. I reached up, bracing my hand against the headboard as I took him. He grunted and I felt his orgasm rush through me and shatter me.

Pushing me to the edge.

I couldn't stop myself. With a guttural shout, I thrust into him once more, filling him as I came.

He gasped, writhing beneath me. I held him in place, closing my eyes.

"Gods," he murmured sleepily. He let out a dark chuckle and relaxed beneath me. "Wake me up like that always, hmm?"

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Am I okay? I was having a dream about you breeding me and woke up with your tentacle cocks in my ass. Yes, I'm more than okay. I'm splendid."

"Splendid." I echoed.

What a strange word. He turned his head, looking up at me with a grin.

"You dirty little slut," I teased, kissing his cheek.

"I certainly am," he said as thrust his hips back.

I let out a low growl. I pulled out of him and sat back as he rolled to the side, revealing his cum smeared against his throbbing cock and stomach.

I leaned down before he could protest, swiping my tongue over the milky liquid. He buried his fingers into the blankets as I licked up every drop, hungry for more.

The taste of his cum was like a drug for me right now.

"Oh," he whimpered as I took his cock into my mouth.

I settled on the bed as I sucked him, determined to stay like this for a while. He surprised me as he reached up and stroked one of my horns.

Pleasure rippled through me. My eyes rolled back.

"We never explored that," he rasped. "Fuck, if you keep sucking me, I'm going to cum."

I pulled my lips off for a moment, but only a moment. "I need to drink your seed from your cock."

"Oh."

His cock hardened even more in my grip as I started to suck him again. He began to stroke my horns, touching each of the many tips and playing with them, gripping them like cocks.

He sat up as much as he could and shocked me yet again by sucking the tip of one.

Sario.

I was a goner.

I reached up and grabbed a pillow, lifting my hips and placing it against my tentacles. I humped against it as I sucked his cock and he sucked and licked my horns.

"Fuck," he mumbled. "You're so hot when you're feral."

I was. I was absolutely feral. I humped the pillow harder, whimpering as I took him as deep as possible, his balls resting against my chin. I breathed in his scent—that sweet, addictive, mind-blowing scent—and growled.

He grabbed onto my horns, gripping them as I kept going. His moans and cries were musical, all while my hips kept thrusting and pumping.

"You're making me jealous of the pillow," he teased, his words ending on a long moan. "Fuck, I'm so close."

Come for me. Come for me, little tarax.

He gasped, his body stiffening beneath me. "I heard you!"

I felt a moment of shock too, but it wasn't enough for me to stop. If anything, it just pushed me on further.

"What the fuck?" he moaned, his grip tightening on my horns.

Fill me. Breed my mouth. I need to taste you.

"Moss," he whimpered. "Moss, I'm so close—fuck!"

Hot ropes of cum shot into my mouth, salty and thick. I swallowed everything, closing my eyes as I drowned myself in his taste. I gently pulled my lips off, panting.

I licked my lips as I kept humping the pillow.

Max made a soft growl, tugging my horns. "Inside me," he rasped. "If you come, it better be inside me."

"You're so demanding," I snarled playfully.

I lifted my hips and tossed the pillow to the side. I grabbed him and pulled him down, pushing his legs back and lining up my tentacles with his ass.

I shoved into him relentlessly. The bed squeaked beneath us as I pounded into him, pinning his arms above his head. I had the idea of tying him up and doing this, his eyes widened as if he had thought the same thing.

"You can hear my thoughts now," I panted.

"I think I can," he huffed. "Tying me up?"

I nodded, amazed. This meant…this meant that…

I covered the thought as best as I could, not wanting him to know. Not wanting him to know what I thought. I focused on fucking him, the feel of his body, his scents and tastes that sent me into this unending sexual frenzy.

My orgasm this time was softer and longer, dragging out as I came inside of him, emptying everything I had.

It felt like it would never end.

But I didn't want it to.

He grabbed my horn and dragged me down into a kiss, licking the inside of my mouth. "You taste like me," he whispered.

"Yes," I murmured, deepening our kiss.

I pulled my tentacles free and melted down against him, running my hands up and down his body as his legs wrapped around my waist.

Max was changing me. He let out a soft chuckle, wrapping his arms around my neck too.

"Sure you don't need any sleep?"

"No," I sighed. "But you need more. I'll keep my hands and tentacles to myself."

"Only for a little while. Wake me up again, hmm?"

He kissed me as I rolled off him, the two of us settling back into bed. It wasn't long before he was softly snoring again.