More Than a Man (17 page)

“This is insane,” she said on a breathless
laugh.

Ignoring her comment, Aya boosted her over
the balcony’s low barrier and swung up beside her. He was more
worried about getting her on solid ground and having her spread out
for him again than whether either of them was sane.

He stood an arm’s length away and unwrapped
his tentacles from their holds on the balcony. Slowly, he extended
them toward her, needing to touch her.

She wet her lips and stared at him, amusement
draining from her face.

“You’re mine,” he said, low and dark.

She stepped back, but it seemed more reflex
than rejection. He used one tentacle to cuff her wrist and drew her
forward. “Mine. Say it.”

Noelle looked away from him. She studied her
hand, narrow and pale, punctuated by the dark bracelet of his flesh
circling hers and creating a connection between them. Looping her
fingers around the thick rope of flesh, she nodded.

“I am yours. But not just because you make me
wet every time you breathe. And not because you’re going to do
frighteningly sexy things to me with your…” She trailed off,
glanced at the balcony he’d just scaled, and flashed a quick grin.
“With your superhero traits. I’m yours because you keep taking me
and making me want to give. Because somehow between all the
evaluations and wish lists and technical screw-ups, you showed up
perfect for me.”

Deity. The things she said. His skin felt too
tight, his body too full of energy that needed release. This was
need, throbbing and consuming. He wrapped a tentacle around her
upper chest, over and under her shoulders, securing and pinning
her. The second claimed her mouth, acting on some need that was
half conscious, half uncontrolled physical response. Perspective
blurred. Unsure whether his desire directed his body or whether his
body directed his desire, he pulled the hem of her dress until her
hips and ass were bare except for the scrap of cloth she called an
undergarment. He pushed her panties aside. Silky skin, warm and
soft, flexed under his hands. The night wasn't cold but her flesh
tightened with goose bumps. He wanted to stroke her from head to
toe but that would take too much time, time his body refused to
spare.

“I want to take from you now. Again.” A
second tentacle reached for her.

As one tentacle nudged the dimple of her ass,
Noelle moaned. The hum vibrated along the tentacle in her mouth and
that suddenly-independent appendage sank deeper, seeking the hot,
tight depths of her throat. She released the tentacle in her hand,
instead wrapping her arms around his neck, and her breath exhaled
sharply through her nostrils as he invaded her, insisting on
intimacies few other men could even think to demand with their
cocks.

He feathered his fingertips along the slender
column of her neck, feeling the tendons stand out and the muscles
work as she focused on swallowing, sucking, breathing. Her tongue
stroked the sensitive surface and his tentacle twitched, writhed,
tried to go deeper. Noelle's eyelashes fanned her cheeks,
fluttering gently in her concentration. Aya reached for the
fastening of his trousers, fumbling the job as he was unable to
tear his eyes away from her face. Even in the dark he could see the
warm flush of arousal darkening her cheeks. Her mouth relaxed on an
exhale and the tip of her tongue appeared, licking down the length
of that part of him she'd been so startled by. Now she practically
devoured it, pretty mouth tugging and suckling as if he'd given her
candy instead of something unnatural.

"You're the most beautiful image I have," he
said, tracing her jaw with the pad of his thumb. "Open your eyes,
sweetheart. Look at me."

Slowly, her lashes lifted. Glittering, the
color indistinct in the dark, her eyes focused on him. Her pupils
were dilated, large black blots surrounded by a thin rim of iris.
She couldn't speak, he knew, but a small sound in the back of her
throat acknowledged his request. Aya lowered his head and kissed
the corner of her lips, his tongue flicking out, sliding along his
flesh in search of hers. Noelle quivered against him, but she
didn't object to the double invasion. He didn't make her take it
long, just enough to satisfy himself with her flavor before he
retreated again.

"I don't want anybody but you," he murmured,
nuzzling her soft cheek, finally freeing his cock. "I
have...planted memories, images. Everything I needed to be
culturally functional. This world has beautiful, stunning women but
none of them are you. None of them created me out of hopes and
dreams and none of them want me the way you do."

She loosened her hold on his neck. Gentle
fingers cupped his jaw. Aya rested his forehead against hers and
closed his eyes, releasing his erection into his hand. Her wetness
welcomed him, slick on the head of his cock. The contact did
something to his control over his tentacles, which seemed to now be
reacting on instinct instead of deliberation. Aligning himself with
her entrance, Aya bent his knees and hooked his arms between and
beneath her thighs. He tilted her body at an angle, slid deep with
one slight adjustment.

Noelle's breath caught and her body
tightened, internal muscles clenching around him. She turned her
head, leaving him with access to her cheek, ear and neck. He kissed
the tender spot behind her ear, inhaled the floral fragrance of her
hair. Between them, their different scents mingled, sugar and spice
and flowers. He wanted to move but he wanted to stand still, lost
in her hot grip.

She didn't want him to stand still. Squirming
between his chest, the balcony railing and the strong hold of
bracing tentacles, she somehow gained a fraction of an inch of room
and tilted her hips. He slid deeper. She moaned, her breathing
quick, the wet sounds of her mouth on his flesh a carnal murmur in
his ear.

Pushed to breaking, he turned from the
railing. Her legs wrapped around his waist, his tentacles
supporting her, he took two steps and pressed her against the wall
next to the door into their bedroom. Her hands pleaded with him,
roaming his shoulders, heels of her palms pressing hard. Aya
stroked her forearms and caught her wrists, twined her fingers with
his and pinned the backs of her hands to the wall beside her
head.

"I can't handle you touching me," he
whispered roughly, grinding his pelvis against hers. "Just
listen."

She swallowed, compressing his flesh in her
mouth. Aya groaned. Every inch of him wanted to be inside her.
Between her cheeks, he probed. Noelle whimpered, drove her knees
into his sides. Below, the door opened and voices spilled out.
Engel's deeper voice broke away from the high feminine tones. Aya
stiffened. Tenderness buckled under the weight of a surging need to
mark and possess her. The liberties he'd already gained weren't
enough.

"You need me to want only you." He bit the
curve of her shoulder, squeezed her hands, drew back until only the
head of his cock remained inside her. Noelle hummed a wordless
response. Aya shook his head. "No. You do. But that need goes both
ways. You're never going to want anybody but me again. Tonight, I'm
going to show you just how little any other man can do for you. I'm
going to give you a chance to say no but you're not going to, are
you?"

Slowly, he removed the tentacle from her
mouth. Noelle's cheeks hollowed as she tried to hold on but he
retreated, determined to give her voice. Once the glistening tip
cleared her lips, she gasped for air and ran her tongue around her
mouth.

"Aya, please," she whispered.

"I do love the sound of your begging." He
nipped her ear lobe and licked the small hurt. "Tell me Noelle.
Tell me you're not going to deny me anything."

She rocked her head back against the wall
with a groan. "You shouldn't even need me to say it. I've never
been the one who's refused you touch."

"You give touch but refuse thought and
emotion," he muttered. "Why wouldn't you tell me your fantasy?"

She squeezed his fingers and swallowed, her
throat rising and falling at his cheek. "You want to know so
much."

"I want to know you. Tell me something of
you. I won't hold anything back." To prove it, to offer her
something, he flexed his hips and sank deep. Noelle sighed, her
sleek sheath contracting around him. Deity, but he could die within
her. "Tell me something," he pleaded.

"It changed. When you asked, it was changing.
The fantasy. I couldn't tell you because it wasn't even something
to put in words. Aya, please, move inside me."

"Tell me what it changed to."

"It changed to this,” she all but growled.
Her triceps flexed as she gripped his fingers harder, her
fingernails biting. “It was so mundane, what aroused me before you
showed up. Now…”

“Now?” He prompted when she trailed off. She
blew out a hard breath, something he’d come to recognize as a sign
of frustration and anger. He smiled faintly and entreated with a
shallow thrust. “You’ve trapped yourself good, haven’t you, baby?
You’ve been wondering about this since…”

“Since before I even ordered you, alright?”
Beneath her breath, she said, “I’m going to kill Brenda.”

He stilled, puzzled. “What does she have to
do with anything?”

“Tentacle monsters!” She hissed. “Kendall
told me to give Brenda a tentacle monster movie for Christmas and
that darn bride with her hysterics messed everything up and—”

Triumph shot through him and sang up his
spine, intensifying his need. He slid his tentacle back into her
mouth, aborting the near-panicked flow of words. He kissed her
temple. “I love your voice but I need to fuck you now.”

* * *

Finally
. Noelle squirmed in his grasp,
trying to best position herself to receive him. All of him. The
gentle tickling at her rear, the lingering flavor of licorice on
her tongue, and the unmoving fullness of his cock inside her were
driving her crazy. If he didn’t do something soon, she was going to
scream.

Scream. Her eyes flew wide and a cold splash
of panic stiffened her body.

Half-out, poised to plunge deep, Aya froze.
He muttered a low curse followed by, “Deity, don’t freeze up.
Please.”

But he gave her room to speak. Noelle turned
her face to his, rubbed her cheek along the scrape of his beard
growth. “I’m afraid someone will hear us. They’re right
downstairs.”

“Yes. But no one can see us up here and I’ll
make sure you can’t scream too loudly.” With a wicked flash of
teeth, he slid the tip of his tentacle back into her mouth.

Noelle took it greedily. The sharp anise
flavor flooded her mouth and she swallowed hard. He pushed
momentarily deeper before pulling out.

She moaned her protest, trying to recapture
him.

He ground his hips into hers. “Shh. I have
plans for that now that you’ve made it so nice and wet.”

Heat shimmered through her as he slid the
dampened tentacle around behind her, replacing the tentacle that
had been teasing her buttocks. Deity. Her eager noises of
encouragement were muffled by the thickness filling her mouth,
teasing her throat.

She was so full already, she tried to imagine
this third penetration.

Her world narrowed to the sensation he gave
her. He knew just where and how to touch her now. Tentacles slid to
pin her arms above her head.

He kept his hands at his sides, loose and
empty, touching her, she knew, with the aspects of him she hadn’t
asked for. Despite her words of reassurance and acceptance, he
seemed to still feel a need to challenge her. Okay. She’d take the
challenge.

She wiggled her bottom, shifting his cock
inside her and lighting streamers of fire in her belly. Her motions
said what she couldn’t, her mouth full of him. She wanted this,
wanted him. All of him.

Something—heat, need, hunger—sizzled across
the connection between them. Noelle blinked, unsure whether she’d
actually felt it or whether she’d imagined the jolt. Before she
could decide, Aya prodded her rear aperture. Her muffled cry seemed
to spur him on. With this morning’s preparation and her avid
sucking to ease the way, he pressed inside. The tapered tip of his
tentacle entered easily, stretching her and filling her even as his
cock filled her pussy. He worked deeper, so that the combined heft
of him seemed to fill every part of her.

Noelle whimpered, but the sound was lost
around the thickness in her mouth. His hands shifted to cup her
breasts, toying with her nipples. Fighting for breath, her eyes
sprang open. Aya’s beautiful face hovered over hers, fixed avidly
on her lips wrapped around his muscular appendage. Arousal mixed
with a wave of love that threatened to swamp her. Her vision
narrowed, the world focused only on Aya’s face. She had never
imagined anything like this. How could she have? Aya was beyond her
experience, beyond anything it was possible to experience with a
born man.

Shadows robbed his eyes of color, but the
intensity of his expression was clear. He meant what he’d said. She
was his.

Sensation rushed her, swirling chaotically
through her system. Desperate to process the glut of pleasure, she
froze in his embrace.

“Oh, no, baby. You aren’t getting away with
that,” he admonished.

Then he began to move.

His hips set a slow, measured pace in
counterpoint to the tentacle delving into her ass. The continual
friction, the way the parts of him rubbed past each other in her
body, went through her like an electric current. She jerked against
his hold, her body fighting to find the movements that would ease
the unrelenting pressure. It was too much and not enough.

The tentacle lodged in her mouth began to
thrust in time with his cock. In from the front, out from behind.
In from behind, out from the front. She couldn’t find the pace,
couldn’t ground herself. There was nothing concrete, nothing solid
in her world. Nothing but Aya.