Page 40 of Last Shot at Love

Gritting my teeth, I thrust against her three more times before my muscles tensed, and I roared as I found my release.

My cock was still spasming between us when Beryl began lapping at my neck like a kitten drinking warm milk.

“You’re going to kill me,” I rasped.

“I needed to stop the bleeding,” my kitten practically purred. “And you taste delicious…. I don’t want to waste a drop.”

Tucking an arm under her butt, I rose and carried her inside the room.

Keeping her arms circled around my neck, Beryl leaned back to glare at me through thin, catlike pupils.

“I hope you learned your lesson. No vampire on earth has ever used that idiotic phrase.” She tried to scowl, but the corners of her mouth twitched.

“Oh, yes. I learned a valuable lesson today.” I was careful to keep my expression serious.

I’d learned that saying ‘blah, blah, blah’ three times would summon a sexy little succubus who’d rock my world.

And I was definitely adding it to my vocabulary.

We spent the rest of the afternoon eating snacks, splashing in our private pool, and sunning on the patio. Each time I tried to sneak off to check my phone or computer, Cerulean would wait thirty minutes before coming inside to pull me back into the pool or swing.

I didn’t know if I’d ever experienced such a relaxing afternoon… and it was enjoyable. Was this what people called having a work-life balance?

As we prepared for bed, my stomach fluttered wildly, and my heart thundered in my ears.

Cerulean hadn’t pushed for sex the previous night. Probably because it was our first night together, and he wanted to give us a chance to get to know each other a little more. Something I’d appreciated.

But this was our second night sharing a bed.

Which meant he’d likely want to consummate our bond tonight.

I hadn’t been this nervous over sex since I was a virgin planning my first time… which had been a long time ago. So why were my palms sweaty and my heart beating so erratically?

Because this is more than sex, and you know it.

I shushed my inner voice, not ready to face what it was hinting at… that I might already be falling in more than ‘like’ with a certain octopus shifter.

I took my time in the bathroom, letting Cerulean get into bed before me.

Clutching the sink, I stared at myself in the mirror, questions swirling in my mind. Should I sleep in my natural form again? Should I wear the lingerie I’d bought? Should I go out there nude?

It took longer to decide than I would have liked, but eventually, I settled on shifting to my natural vampire form. Reaching for the lingerie, I hesitated, a flush burning my skin.

I wasn’t opposed to sex with Cerulean if he initiated it, but something had shifted inside me. There was no way I could strut out with the casual confidence I possessed with one-night stands.

Maybe tomorrow, I’d wear my stringy lingerie. I grabbed the worn, oversized t-shirt I loved to sleep in at home and slipped it over my head. The hem fell just past my butt, making it just long enough to cover my cheeky underwear.

Opening the bathroom door, I made my way to the bed. It was a breeze to navigate the darkness, thanks to my vampiric abilities.

Without a word, I lifted the blanket and slid under the covers. Cerulean’s arm wrapped around my middle. He hauled me toward him and crushed me in a bear hug.

“How are you so cute?” Cer brushed a kiss on my cheek.

I allowed myself to relax and enjoy being surrounded by his scent.

“I don’t know. How are you so sweet?” I teased, trying to get used to bantering with a partner.

“I’m not sweet—I’m venomous,” Cer growled, nipping at my neck. “Now stop insulting me and go to sleep.”

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