Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
“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.