Page 78 of The Thren's Fated

Before she could scream, a tentacle wrapped around her lips, another circling her neck and applying just enough pressure to take her breath away. Clawed hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against the muscled body behind her.

The fear dissipated in an instant, replaced with pure bliss as the bond clicked into place, and the tentacle around her mouth retracted, giving her space to gasp in a breath.

“You scared me!”

“I know,” Screl whispered in her ear. “I can feel your pulse beating in my chest. I can taste your fear, scent the arousal wetting your panties.”

Another tentacle slid between her legs, gliding along the seam of her work pants as if testing his theory.

“I t-thought you weren’t supposed to be out until tomorrow,” she breathed, her body heating to his touch as if an inferno had engulfed them.

“I guess I got lucky,” he replied, squeezing her tighter.

The room was silent, not necessarily strained, but not quite comfortable yet. She wasn’t frightened, not even with the way he subdued her so easily, his weight a comforting pressure at her back. She just wasn’t sure what to expect, even after all the conversations over the course of the past month.

There was a part of her that still expected him to go, that he’d tell her he was leaving for good, leaving her behind.

Screl cleared his throat, and a jolt of anxiety lanced through her, beading sweat on her brow.

“I need you to know that I will never hurt you again,” he said, his breath tingling her skin. “The only pain you feel will be in the pursuit of pleasure. Everything I do will forever be in service to you.”

There was an expectant pause, a knot welling in Lena’s throat as if she’d swallowed a stone.

“Do you believe me, amoreth?”

She sniffled hard, trying to stop the tears from falling, the pressure in her chest giving way to weightless bliss.

“Yes.”

There was a squeeze from tentacles and arms, then another question in her ear.

“Do you trust me?”

“I do,” she said without pause.

“Good. Because you’re mine.”

The last word sent a tremor through her limbs, and Screl released her—all but the tentacle wrapped tightly around her neck—flipping her around to face him. He still wore his prison uniform, a simple gray jumpsuit with a cutout for his tentacles, though he was already unzipping it down to his crotch.

With lithe fingers, he unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her breasts and palming one in each hand. He pinched her nipples, sending tugs of arousal to her core as more tentacles jerked her pants down.

Screl appraised her with a smile, crossing his arms over his chest as the tentacle at her neck squeezed, cutting off her breath for a few erotic moments. The rubbery flesh made her skin tingle, suckers certainly leaving their mark as they dug into her flesh.

“My beautiful mate,” he breathed, staring at her as if she were a masterpiece in one of the ancient art galleries back on Earth.

When she glanced at his crotch, she was surprised at the absence of his cocks, raising a brow at the sexless expanse where they normally protruded.

“Go ahead, little one. Wake them up.”

Screl nodded, urging her on as he dragged her to the ground with the tentacle leash around her neck. Her heart thudded fiercely as she gazed up at him before bringing her lips to his crotch and pressing a kiss to the bare skin.

With just the slightest of touches, a slit appeared, so thin she could almost miss it. She licked along it with the tip of her tongue, a jolt of pleasure electrifying her as Screl’s groan filled the room.

“I enjoy seeing you like this. On your knees. Tethered.”

Lena bit her lip into a smile before continuing, using the flat of her tongue to swipe over the opening until it shifted, something poking out and greeting her.

Two somethings.