BONUS EPILOGUE LEVI

ONE YEAR Later - New Year’s Eve

“Did I already tell you how hot you look in that tux?” Kris slid his fingers into my waistband and pulled me against him.

“You have, but you’d better tell me one more time, husband, because I’m about to take it off.”

“Oh, let me help.” His nimble fingers popped the button on my tuxedo pants, and he slid them down my legs, kneeling to pull my dress shoes off before slipping the pants over my feet. He tossed them on the floor behind him and leaned in to mouth at my cock through the black fabric of my boxers.

“Kris.” My fingers tangled in his hair, and my tentacles twitched under the rented tux jacket. “Kris.” My voice came out breathy, but he didn’t stop, so I tugged at his hair, making him hum over my half-hard cock. “I swear if we lose the tux deposit because you don’t stop and let me take this jacket off before my tentacles burst through the seams, I’m going to be so pissed.”

But my husband just smirked, looking up at me like I’d just laid down a challenge.

Fuck.

There was no way we were getting that deposit back.

His thumbs slid under the waistband of my boxers and pushed the fabric over my hips, my cock slapping against my stomach. The boxers joined my pants somewhere on the floor, and Kris rubbed his bearded cheek over my shaft and inner thigh, making me shudder, the first seam popping as my tentacles started to lift off my skin.

He teased my cock with little licks and sucks along the shaft, his breath barely ghosting over the head as he moved to the other side to torture me some more.

Another seam popped, my tentacles anxious to get in on the action.

He kept up the teasing until my hips were thrusting forward, trying to find the contact I wanted. My tentacles snaked down my arms and out the sleeves of my tux jacket to wrap around the back of Kris’s neck and pull him forward, but he still didn’t give me what I wanted, moving his mouth away from my leaking cock to kiss over my hip bones.

All day I’d been looking forward to the moment we could finally be alone. Our wedding had been a winter affair to remember. Kris’s parents had planned everything and had turned the workshop from North Pole to bespoke wedding venue in less than a week. During the offseason last year, Keith and Kevin had started building cabins on the tree farm property that could be rented out, and they’d set one up for us as a honeymoon suite, so we could share our wedding night somewhere that wasn’t home.

My family, including my grandparents, had come into town for the event, and Kris and I were going to fly back to Ireland with them in a few days, kicking off our international haven town tour. We were going to be gone for almost two months, and I couldn’t wait. Kris had taken the semester off from teaching and had been given a stipend since he’d made it clear our trip would include research for his classes.

But I had a hard time focusing on anything else, with my mate—my husband—on his knees in front of me.

When his mouth finally closed over the head of my cock, I lost control, my tentacles writhing and jerking hard, ripping through my shirt and the tux jacket, the tattered pieces falling to the floor around me.

And I didn’t care.

“Fuck, Kris. Your mouth!” He tongued over the head and took me in deep, gagging a little when I hit the back of his throat. What had started as a sensual torture morphed into pure pleasure as he worked me with his mouth, bringing me to the edge way too fast.

As much as I loved his mouth, tonight, I only wanted to come buried deep inside him.

I used my hands and tentacles to pull him off my cock and up to his feet. Our mouths met, tongues tangling as I sucked my taste from his tongue. While we kissed, my tentacles stripped off Kris’s tux until we were both naked and pressed together skin to skin.

The magic in my core hummed, and I felt an answering pulse from within Kris. I never got tired of seeing the little ball of my magic glowing in the center of his chest, and one of my tentacles traced the light on its way to tease over his nipple.

“God, that feels so good.” Kris moaned low as the suckers on the underside of the tentacle played over his sensitive flesh, sticking and unsticking hard enough that I knew there would be marks tomorrow.

I couldn’t wait to see and kiss every tiny little bruise. I backed Kris up until his knees hit the bed. Breaking our kiss, I turned him in my arms and pushed him down onto the bed, face down. He immediately scrambled to lift his ass in the air, and my breath caught as I stared at his hole. One of my tentacles wrapped around his leg, and another trailed down his crease leaving silky lube in its wake. I was dying to bury myself inside him, but I needed to taste him first, to make him lose control.

Spreading his cheeks with my hands, I followed the same path my tentacle had taken, licking over him from his balls to the top of his crease.

“Fuck, Levi!” He rocked back against my mouth as I focused my attention on his rim, tracing over and over the sensitive skin with my tongue. Kris whined and moaned at the contact, his hips pushing back into the touch. One of my tentacles joined in, pushing inside my mate’s body as my tongue continued to work him.

Pulling back, I watched my tentacle slide deeper and deeper into his body, his channel contracting around the appendage and making pleasure spark through my whole body radiating from the tentacle inside him through my hearts and out into every inch of my body. Other tentacles wrapped Kris up, teasing at his nipples, coiling around his cock, and massaging over his mouth until he sucked it inside.

The sight of my mate totally surrounded and filled by me made my dick twitch, suddenly desperate to be inside him, to mark him with my cum so he was branded as mine from the inside out.

I started to pull the tentacle free but Kris contracted around me.

“No, don’t.”

“I want to fuck you, husband. Let me fill you up.”

He moaned. “Yes. Please.” I started to withdraw again, but he tightened around me. “Leave it.”

It took me a second to realize what he was asking for. “You want me to fuck you with my dick and a tentacle. At the same time?”

“Yes.” The single word was drawn out into a multisyllable moan as the tentacle inside him twisted, finding his prostate.

This man was going to be my undoing.

A tentacle wrapped around my cock, coating it in slick lube then sliding down to where the other tentacle was buried in my mate’s body. It slid along the length, adding more slickness to help ease the way.

I pulled the tentacle inside him back a little knowing it would be easiest to press into him with the head of my cock and the tapered tip of my tentacle. Kris whined at the temporary loss of contact, then moaned as I pushed forward, my cock and tentacle sliding in past the first ring of muscle.

“Oh, fuck, Levi. It’s so good.”

I was trying to go slow, but Kris pushed back against me, shoving my cock and tentacle deep and stretching his rim wide around me. He panted under me, and I ran every free appendage I had over his skin, stroking his hot flesh as he adjusted around me until I was desperate to move.

Flexing my hips a few inches, I rocked in and out in tiny thrusts, until Kris’s hips started to move.

“Fuck me, baby. Please. I need it.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Bracing my hands on his hips, I drove in deep and slid out, setting a punishing rhythm. Kris, like in all things, met me thrust for thrust until we were both slick with sweat and the room echoed with the sounds of our skin slapping together and our lust-drunk moans.

A tentacle wrapped around Kris’s body, sliding over his cock, pulling a hoarse shout from his lips. “I’m gonna come.”

I was right there with him, and my fingers dug into his hips as I pounded into him hard and fast, my cock sliding along his channel and against my tentacle, pushing us both over the edge as I came buried so deep inside him I wasn’t sure where I stopped and my mate began.

Kris’s cum dripped from my tentacle, and my hearts raced as I felt my cum leak from his hole. Kris flattened himself on the bed, and I had no choice but to follow him down, landing on top of him, then rolling us both so we could lie on our sides. I wasn’t ready to pull out of his body yet, so I stayed inside him, my hands and tentacles stroking over his skin as Kris caught his breath.

He mumbled something incoherent as sleep started to pull him under, and I pressed kisses to his shoulder as fireworks went off outside, ringing in the new year and signaling the beginning of our lives—as husbands.