“That’s Uncle Q to you, young man.”
Cryss burst out laughing before hugging Qylar again. “Night, Uncle Q.” He turned and grinned at Kenji. “Night, Uncle Kenji.”
Kenji laughed.
“Night, you two. See you in the morning,” Alex said before Cryss walked him and their newborn to the back bedroom.
Qylar turned to Kenji, a soft smile on his face. “Well…?”
“Are you taking me to bed, Qylar of House Qlr?”
Qylar slowly made his way over and stood almost touching Kenji. “At least now I don’t have to worry about my imprint causing you harm.”
“I told you everything was going to be fine,” Kenji said.
“Did you know about this?” Qylar asked, incredulous.
“No!”
“Then how did you know everything would be fine?”
“To borrow a line from your niece— I just knew.”
Qylar smiled down at him.
“Now you’re a man with a house, a name, and honor. There’s nothing to hold us back, right?”
“Not one fucking thing,” Qylar said before scooping Kenji into his arms and carrying him to bed.
CHAPTER 24
Qylar hovered over Kenji’s naked body, lazily kissing every square inch of it. He had no idea the time or how long he’d been sampling, but he took his time, driving his poor mate insane with need. They had three hours to waste before the clock struck midnight.
Kenji whimpered and writhed under him, gasping for air on the most sensitive spots. Qylar mentally recorded them, storing a plot of where his love preferred his nibbles. He would need to do it over and over again until the map was memorized in full and he could play Kenji’s body like an instrument.
Once the course was plotted, Qylar got down to work. As he stroked Kenji’s hole with two fingers, he slowly suckled Kenji’s cock. He was dragging it on, tormenting his mate, and he loved the way Kenji grew more and more insistent as he wriggled under Qylar’s touch.
“Q…”Kenji muttered. “Stop teasing…”
Qylar reached for his phone and found it was nearly midnight. He rose on his knees, unfurling his tentacles, and coiled oneeach around Kenji’s lower arms. “Last chance… once your skin is marked, there’s no getting rid of me.”
Kenji smiled decadently, almost drunk from the hours of titillation.“Orgetting rid of me.”
After slicking Kenji’s hole with lube, Qylar used his free tentacles to lift his mate’s legs over his head. Pressing the head of his hard, leaking cock against Kenji’s entrance, he paused overhead, looking down on the mess he’d made of his mate.
Kenji tried to push onto Qylar’s cock, silently begging to be filled. Qylar pulled back, adding to the torture. The second the clock flipped to midnight, Qylar slid deep in one long slide, stretching his mate as he thrust. Kenji’s back arched as much as he could, given Qylar had him bound with tentacles wrapped around his entire body.
There was no getting away from him. Kenji was completely his.
He closed his eyes as the imprint of his tentacles tingled over his mate’s inner arm, creating the ruddy-red, tattoo-like marks on Kenji’s flesh. Kenji moaned through it, his back arching again as he fought against the hold. As soon as the pleasure of the imprint settled, he fell back against the coiled appendages, opening his legs wide.
Qylar tossed them both up, bending his little hybrid in half, before he thrust hard and deep. The hours of torment had already brought Kenji to the edge. It didn’t take much to make him scream. With children downstairs, Qylar shoved a tentacle in Kenji’s mouth to muffle the sound.
By the time Kenji quieted, sweat coated both their bodies and they lay panting.
“Your turn, little octopi,” Qylar whispered.
Kenji frowned. “My turn? I just came.”
