Chapter 19

Colby

Two smaller, incredibly dexterous limbs slowly stripped my clothes off as his larger ones held me against his body. Every time he took a piece off, it felt a bit more like he was stripping away the rest of the world, leaving just my submission and my emotions behind.

“The human custom of clothing is curious. However, I have discovered pleasant reactions in removing them from my mate.” Saint caressed every inch of bare skin he revealed until I was naked and spread out just for him. “It allows me to bring you to a place where you are simply my mate. No other human words apply now, my Colby.”

Just his.

“Yes, Sir.” Closing my eyes, I stopped fighting the incredible emotions that flooded through me whenever I thought about him. “Yours.”

Saint’s pleased hum went right through me and had my dick jerking around like the attention-whore he was. “Mine to caretake. Mine to pleasure. Mine to punish.”

The shiver that raced through me got a chuckle from Saint. “Your reactions betray you, my Colby.”

“Everything you do to me turns me on, my Saint.” And there was nothing better than when he did something to prove that I belonged to him…that I was his mate.

“Let us test this theory.” Using his incredible limbs to roll me over, he pinned me face down across his lap. When my ass was offered up, he stroked his tentacles down my back and legs as he tightened his grip again. “You are in need of a reminder, my Colby.”

Pressing my face into the bed, I moaned as he trailed a single tentacle between my ass cheeks. “Who do you belong to, my human?”

Before I could answer, one firm limb came down across my ass, getting both sides in one shot. Air burst out of my lungs and I found myself gasping as he caressed over the line he’d just spanked. “You, Sir. You. I belong to you.”

I melted back into the bed, but as soon as I relaxed into the hot pleasure, he spanked me again. “Who does your submission belong to, my human?”

Answering was top on my to-do list. Honest. But he spanked me again before I could find the words. “Speak, my Colby. You must be obedient if you wish to enjoy your painful pleasures.”

I wouldn’t get to come.

Fuck.

Forcing my body to stop trying to hump his lap since that was never going to work, I took a deep breath and focused on his question. “You. My submission belongs to you, Sir.”

My Dom.

I tried to show him how much I believed that by relaxing into his hold and remembering all the little things he did for me.

Whatever he felt from me had Saint making a quiet, pleased hum and his limbs rippled over me before giving me another spank. He loved the way I cried out and sounded happy as he used the tip of one tentacle to barely fuck me. “Who does your body belong to, my Colby?”

Every inch of me belonged to him, and he proved that by holding me tighter and giving me a spank right over my hole before he went back to fucking me. All I could do was whimper and moan for more, so he spanked me again. “Your words, my Colby. Let me hear you.”

I tried.

I opened my mouth.

I took in a breath.

Then he spanked me again and his limbs spread my legs wider like he was showing me off. “Your sounds give you away, my human. Your scent speaks loudly for you, my Colby. Your desires cry out, my mate. But you must give me your words, as well.”

Because I belonged to him.

Completely.

“You. I belong to you, my Saint.” My reminder and my reward was another spank as he fucked me deeper. The pain was perfect and he knew exactly what to do to turn it into pleasure that was so good it fried my brains. “You.”

Every time I thought I’d caught my breath, he spanked me again. When I thought I’d wrestled back my control, he teased my prostate or tugged on my balls. And just as my orgasm was right in reach, he eased back and gave a soft, bubbly laugh as I whined.

“Submit, my Colby.” One limb was stroking me softly like he was petting his favorite blanket, but another limb kept up the slow rhythm of spanks and another was throbbing in me, pulsing like the best toy ever. “Give yourself to your mate, my human.”

Gently running one tentacle down my back in a slow caress, he spanked low on my ass sending a wave of hot pleasure through me. “I will guard you. I will tend you. I will keep your submission safe.”

Somehow he held me tighter, and it was so good subspace teased just at the edges of my mind. “I will tend to your pleasures. I will give your mind release. I will give you structure to thrive and fly, my mate.”

Because all he wanted was to take care of me.

As restrained as I was, it felt like a weight was lifted off me and I was flying like he promised even though he had me pinned to the ground. He wouldn’t let me go, but my mind loved the freedom and my body felt like it was floating with only the thuddy pleasure of his spanks keeping me tuned into reality.

That must’ve faded too because after a while, I found my eyes opening and I realized I was cuddled in his limbs again. Nuzzling against his torso, I found my eyes closing again as I smiled. “You take such good care of me.”

“Your mind was full and the thoughts were fast.” Gently stroking his limbs over me, Saint kissed my head. “Was the conversation with the human Jim upsetting?”

“No.” Not in the way he’d meant, but explaining that was hard.

“It just…” Giving up trying to make sense, I took a breath and tried again. “You heard he was worried about his brother? Confused?”

“Yes, my Colby. The conversation was not private.” Saint probably meant from any of their people who were in the vicinity but I ignored that for the time being. “He does not understand his brother’s relationship with his mate and that causes fear.”

Nodding against him, I started petting his torso, barely trailing my fingers over him. “Our brains fill in negative things when we hit something we don’t understand. The fear of the unknown, I guess.”

“Being prey is difficult, even with intelligence.” Saint seemed like being smart prey was frustrating as fuck and he was glad he didn’t have to live like that. “You eased his fear, my Colby.”

Glad to know that, I kissed his chest and went back to snuggling him. “When I was trying to sort out how to explain things to Jim, I kind of realized how stubborn I was being.”

And a pain in the ass.

And kind of stupid.

And very human.

“Human timelines are different than ours.” Saint shrugged, not sounding offended. “You do not sense mates in the same way we do.”

It would be amazing if we did, though.

“I might not be able to sense the mate bond as fast as you can, but you made me smile just looking at you for the first time.” It’d been like he was the center of the universe just like Santa should be. “And I was so glad I got to sit in your lap to talk to you.”

Puffing up against me, Saint kissed my head again. “Your body knew to give me your submission.”

“And then I realized how much we had in common and I saw how good you were to me.” And how hard he made me come. “I didn’t want to leave that first night and I can understand how Jim’s brother married his mate so quickly.”

Part of me understood how weird that would’ve looked to Jim, but I’d been imagining my mate coming into my life since the first time I’d read about bonding.

“Mates are for keeping, my Colby. They are…they are the best knowledge and must be studied constantly because they change slightly every time the book is read.” Moving me around so I was straddled across his lower limbs, Saint used smaller tentacles to tease lines down my chest and pinch my nipples.

“Sometimes the story has pain and pleasure.” His nubs stopped pinching me and gently flicked them as another tentacle started twirling around my ice cream cone again. “Sometimes the story is gentle and slow.”

Gentle was one of my favorite words because it meant sliding his nub inside my slit, fucking my cock and sending shivers through me.

“And sometimes there is lightning, my Colby.” Just the word had my entire body tensing, but Saint just grinned like an evil Dom as he eased his nub out of my slit. “Sometimes there is teasing, my mate.”

He was really good at learning to be a brat.

“However, mates are always wonderful and unique.” Larger limbs wrapped around me, pinning my arms against my chest as another tentacle slid right over my hole. “They must be constantly explored and studied.”

Sliding his tentacle into me, Saint gave me the best stretch that left me breathless and filled to the point of aching. He knew just how good it felt too because he flicked the tip of my erection, looking proud of himself. “Let us explore, my Colby.”

My mate had the best ideas.

“Ride me, my human.” Saint still kept the limbs around my chest in place but he released the rest enough for me to move. “Show me new pleasures.”

God, the things he did to me…and he knew it too.

But I was his good mate and all I wanted was to obey him, so I pushed my hips up and rose off his tentacle just enough to leave me feeling empty. When I sank back down, the stretch had my eyes nearly rolling back in my head and the way he pushed his nubs out so they rubbed against me had me fighting to breathe.

“I can feel your pleasures, my mate. Now let me see them.” Saint wasn’t going to take slow and steady, so I rode him faster, gasping every time he used his nubs to tease my prostate and crying out every time he flicked the head of my cock as I came down. “Yes, your pleasure is beautiful, my Colby.”

My pleasure was crazy, but whatever word he wanted to use was fine with me.

It meant nubs and pinches, pain and pleasure, and it meant the best orgasms ever from the best mate I could’ve asked for.

And as I came down again, crying out for more and promising him everything, it meant lightning.

There was pain and pleasure and I could feel my orgasm exploding out of me…and then there was nothing.

As I floated back down to reality, I managed to wrap my arms around Saint and snuggle closer. “Found you.”

He made a quiet happy sound as he ran a tentacle over my head. “I am here to be found, my Colby.”

“Always here for me.” Feeling a bit punch-drunk, I nuzzled against him and forced my arms to give him a hug. “Knew you were special from the first time I saw you, my mate.”

Best Santa ever.

“You made me feel special and safe.” Kissing his torso, I trailed my fingers over the tentacles I could reach and loved the happy sound he made. “You smiled at me and I felt so important to you. I’d started to think mates weren’t real and then there you were.”

“You were there, my Colby.” Gently caressing me, Saint kissed my cheek and held me close. “I knew I would find my mate. You were unexpected, but I found you.”

“You found me and then you took care of me. You loved me.” Because I was his mate and he was born to love me. “I love you, my Saint.”

My Santa.

My Dom.

My mate.

My everything.