Chapter 43

chapter 43

ELLE

I had no idea what Cepharius was up to—all I cared about was that it made him feel good.

What it turned out he was doing was somewhat jerking off—making his inky, black seed spurt out of himself like a smokestack.

"Your breeding hole hungers for it."

It was all I could do not to laugh. "I don't know about that, mister." But seeing how desperate he was to fuck me definitely turned me on.

"It's lubricating," he said, reaching between my legs with his hands next, putting his fingers inside me. "It will ease the way for me."

And feeling him touch where I'd dreamed of him the other night—plus the fact that he'd just given me two world-class orgasms—I was in. "Yes. Anywhere you want it to go. Let's ride."

It was his turn to be amused—but then I felt him sober. "I do not want to hurt you, Elle—but this part is important for me."

"Then it's important for us," I told him, which turned out to be the exact right thing.

It was easy to say—because it was what I believed .

Just because I didn't know how any of this was working currently didn't mean I was willing to give any of it up.

And if it had to end someday, well, that was off-the-fuck then, whereas Cepharius was with me now and I wanted him.

All of him.

Mind, soul, and body.

He grabbed hold of each of my thighs with his hands and held me open against him. Certain of his tentacles came up to stroke against my back, kissing my skin with their suckers, before flipping to tenderly rub me with their softer upper-skin.

"I love you, Elle of the Air," he said, his black eyes full of promise for me. "Tell me how you feel, hide nothing."

"Like I could," I pretended to complain as I felt him slide back in.