I eyed him suspiciously. “Just cuddle?”
“Actually, I require your naked body against mine.” Jake was suddenly kissing me like a starving man.
A shockwave of need hit me and all I wanted was for him to fuck me blind.
“Your wish is my command,” Jake murmured in my mind.
A ghostly finger circled my clit, rubbing it until the bombardment of pleasure had me squirming.
“Like that, do you?”
My breath came in fast, shallow pants. “No. Not. At all.”
“Liar.”
My eyes rolled back in my head as two marauding fingers pumped into me hard and deep while his thumb continued to lazily circle my clit. “Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God.”
“Not God, I’m just really good at mental sex.” Jake suckled my right nipple and my mind completely shut down as ecstasy cascaded through me. “You’re mine, buttercup, for all eternity.” His possessive hands were everywhere, stroking me, claiming me. “I’ll never let you go.”
I came with embarrassing speed and when the brain jelling climax hit me, I literally saw stars. “Whoa! All that practice. Really paid off.”
“Are you calling me a man whore?”
“I’ve heard stories about how often Coletti warriors go to pleasure houses.”
“A warrior has needs after a battle,” Jake replied.
A dangerous edge to my voice, I warned, “I don’t share. You touch another woman and I’ll cut it off.”
“Not gonna be a problem, buttercup.” A shit eating grin spread across Jake’s face. “The only woman I want to touch is you.”
“Good answer.” My gaze fell on his crotch. “Where’s your snake?”
“Snake?”
“Your penis. I wanna see it.”
“Okay.” Jake moved me to the side of the bed and stood. He removed his boxers and stood at a military parade rest position for my inspection.
I eyed his bright red socks for a moment then fixed my gaze on his abdomen. Huh? No pubic hair. No penis. No sign of his balls. There was only a slit on his abdomen. “Okay, where are you hiding the little guy?”
“Junior’s not little.”
I chortled. “Junior?”
Letting out a martyred sigh, Jake pointed to the slit in his abdomen. “Coletti man parts are inside the body.”
“As many battles as a Coletti warrior fights, it’s probably a good idea.” I raised my eyebrows. “Still waiting.”
A slit opened in his abdomen and out it slid. His penis had a copper-colored frill of tentacles around the top.
Whoa! How freaky!
“Freaky?”
“Quit reading my mind,” I growled.
“Not gonna happen.”
“Then you don’t get to whine when you hear something you don’t like.” I patted his chest. “You’ve gotta admit your equipment is different than it used to be. I mean, you no longer have a funky-looking mushroom cap, protruding blue veins or scratchy pubic hair. Now do you.”
Jake shook his head.
“And I bet all that rearranging hurt like a mother.”
“It did.”
I waggled my eyebrows. “Can I touch it?”
“God, yes.”
I wrapped my right hand around his long, thick penis. It was velvety to touch, but I could feel a steel-like hardness beneath the skin. The tentacles slid sinuously against my hand. Up. Down. Up. Down. Heat coiled in my belly. “Wow. I’ll have to ditch my vibrator. These little guys beat it hands down.”
“Vibrator?” Jake’s breathing was ragged.
“A girl has needs after a long day of busting perps.” His penis suddenly got bigger and bigger and bigger. I dropped it and jumped back. “Is it supposed to do that?”
Jake’s body trembled. “Yes. I want to fuck you hard and fast.”
My eyes bulged as Junior grew longer and whoosh! It wriggled under my panties and rubbed against my clit. It was almost as if it had a mind of its own. “Okay, that feels really good, but Junior’s never gonna fit.”
“He’ll fit.” Jake crushed my lips with urgent, greedy kisses.
Every nerve in my body did the Tango. Jake was a fever in my blood. I burned for him.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Jake twirled me this way and that as he stripped off my clothing.
Mourning the loss of the little guys, I leaned over and gave his right nipple a firm lick. The next thing I knew, I was on the bed.
Jake’s arms caged me. “You drive me crazy. I’ve wanted you from the moment you declared you were going to arrest me. It’s like you were made for me. A fearless cop, a powerful shaman and to top it off, you’re incredibly beautiful.”
“Me? Beautiful? That’s so sweet, but not true. You on the other hand, are sexy as hell.” I took his mouth slowly, deliberately. I sucked on his tongue like I would his penis. “Show me what you’ve got, big guy.”
“As you command, my lady.” His penis flexed and the tentacles pulsated against my pussy. My inner muscles clenched and throbbed. Who needed sex toys when you had tentacles? Another pulse, and a vortex of pleasure exploded inside me.
“You’re so tight,” Jake murmured.
“That’s because I’ve only been with one guy and that was a long time ago.”
“Who?” The word was a snarl.
“Relax. Eddie died in a car accident and most men aren’t interested in doing it with a cop and a shaman.”
“Keeps me from having to kill your lovers.”
“You’re not serious, are you?”
“Warlords are a possessive bunch. Hold on, buttercup.”
The shock of his powerful invasion made me cry out. I felt my inner walls stretching to accommodate him. “Ouch. That hurts. You have to stop.” My body arched as sensitive spots were suddenly stroked and kissed. “Oh. Wow. Hooboy. Never mind. Don’t stop.” Our lips meshed, nibbled, and tasted.
Jake thrust into me harder, deeper. I reveled in the sensation of his penis filling me. The frill of tentacles vibrated and pulsed, electrifying every nerve ending. My body caught fire. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. He was without mercy as the pulsating tentacles drove me over the edge, again and again.
Jake’s mind pushed hard into mine, imprinting on my soul, and branding me. “You’re mine. Forever. Say it.”
“Yours. Forever.” His mouth was hot and dominant. Wave after wave of rapture shot though me and I screamed, “And you belong to me, warlord.”
“Forever and always.” Jake’s
