“On your hands and knees,” I told her, rising and moving her into position with the help of my tentacles. “I want to come in your beautiful cunt.”
I went to my knees behind her, stroking my cock as I rubbed its head in her slit, over her lovely ass, and back, leaving trails of glowing precum. I rubbed her clit until she screamed my name and came once more, grinding against me.
“Give me your cock,” she pleaded, trembling in my tentacles’ embrace. “Please, Vos.”
I fucked my mate with love, watching as my cock pumped in and out of her sweet cunt, making sure my precum dripped from her asshole and her slit, mixed with her slickness. Beautiful.
Finally, she quivered and came one last time, softly this time, her cunt fluttering around my cock. The sensation was enough to push me over the edge as well, and with full-bodyshudders I came in a dozen spurts that filled her and then over-filled her, my glowing lavender cum streaming down her thighs.
I rolled us very carefully to our sides and wrapped my arms around her as she quivered.
I kissed her sweaty temple. “Was that enough to ease your need?”
“Oh, yes.” She snuggled back against me, making my spent and sensitive cock twitch inside her. “Thank you.”
“There is no need to thank me. I had my fair share of our pleasure too.”
“On the contrary.” She chuckled, still breathless. “I got the better end of the deal.”
“We will call it even,” I countered. “As I cannot yet feel my legs.”
My Calla laughed. I loved that sound as much as when she screamed my name. She had laughed so little during our early days together.
“You are happy, my mate?” I asked.
“Happier every day.” She craned her neck to kiss me. “You know that, don’t you?”
“I must ask sometimes, so I know this is real.” I rested my head against hers. “It seems like a dream, and I fear I will wake.”
“Well, if it’s a dream, don’t wake up, because I like it too.” She took my hand and pressed it to her belly, where I felt a tiny flutter. “I think we woke him up,” she teased. “Speaking of which, once he’s born and old enough to understand what’s going on, will we have to be quieter?”
“I will soundproof our room,” I said, very seriously. “I cannot live without hearing you scream my name.”
“Ugh, right answeragain,” she said, feigning exasperation. “I swear, Vos Turek, if you don’t stop saying the exact right thing every damn time I ask you a question, I will—” She gasped, breaking off mid-sentence.
“You will do what, my mate?” I asked innocently, my fingers teasing her clit.
“I will do…something!” She whimpered. “You aren’t getting hard again, are you?”
“I will let you guess whether I am.” I kissed her shoulder. My tentacles tugged on her legs, encouraging her to spread them wider. “What is your guess, my mate?”
Calla sighed. “That I won’t get to work on the baby’s room until midday,again.”
“You guessed correctly,” I murmured into her ear. “Now, tell me what I may do for my Calla.”
“Let me rest for a bit,” she said, and smiled up at me. “And then…well, I’d like you to make me come with your cock in my ass, if that’s not asking too much.”
My cock twitched. “It is not too much to ask,” I said.
Gently, I withdrew from her and laid her on the bed. I rose, went to the washroom for hot, wet cloths, and returned to clean her and myself.
That done, I formed a nest with my tentacles and arranged her with her head against my chest above my primary heart. It was how I had first cradled her in the sea after rescuing her from the raiders, and it would forever be my most favorite way to hold my mate.
I tucked her head under my chin and cooed. “Rest, my love.”
She closed her eyes and settled in with her hand on her belly. I covered her hand with mine and hummed a lullaby. In moments, my Calla was asleep, a smile on her lips.
I drew a blanket over us and opened the window to let in cool night air, the smell of rain, and Poe’s quiet, happy trills as she tended her garden.
What joy to no longer need to swim in the ocean’s depths or escape into dreamless sleep to find perfect peace.
My thoughts drifted to a long-ago moment: the day Callafirst woke in my home and I had cradled her in my living room by the fire as the rain poured outside.
Had I gotten my wish to freeze time that afternoon, when my mate lay so badly injured in my arms and I had hoped for a chance, no matter how slim, to persuade her to stay, I would not have found this moment, nor any of the moments between then and now, nor any of the moments we had yet to share. I had dared to hope, despite every instinct and lingering doubt that warned against it.
Hope had led us here. Hope had brought us home.
