Page 51 of Last Shot at Love

So I was going to show him.

“On the bed,” I panted, my body struggling to cope with the effects of his blood in my veins.

Overwhelming emotion pounded inside me like a battle cry.

But I was a warrior ready for war… even if that battle was against the self-imposed rules I’d forced on myself.

Cerulean surprised me by shifting to his human form. Then, without a word, he lifted me in his arms and carried me to the bed.

He sat, resting his back against the headboard. I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my arms around his neck.

His erection bumped against me, and my breath caught. If I shifted even a fraction, he’d be pressing against my entrance.

“Mmm. I like this,” Cer murmured, making no move to take advantage of our position.

With my vampiric instincts and emotions roaring out of control, I knew this was the calm before the storm. I either gave in and let my instincts take over, or I needed to climb off his lap and lock myself in an ice-cold shower.

I brought my mouth toward his, but stopped just before our lips touched. “Cerulean, I want—”

“Do it. Whatever you desire.” His blue rings flickered. “Beryl, your eyes, they’re—”

“What about my eyes?” I asked, tightening my legs around him and licking my lips.

“They’re black with tiny flecks of silver. It’s like looking at stars in the night sky.” Cerulean caught my chin, angling my head so he could study them closer. “It’s mesmerizing.”

My blood was scorching hot, but a chill licked down my spine. If my eyes had gone dark, then the stakes had just been raised.

I was in predator mode.

“You should run.” I hardly recognized the husky voice that came from my mouth.

“I’m in danger.” Cer gave me a cocky smile and pulled me tighter against him. “And I like it.”

Well, I’d warned him. Whatever happened next wasn’t my fault, right?

My lips found his in a searing kiss that stoked the flames of my desire to a temperature on par with the fires of hell.

His hands trailed across my skin, exploring every part of my body.

Releasing his mouth, I slid down his body. Rather than leaving a trail of kisses, I left a path of tiny pinprick fang marks. I tasted and teased… and marked his body as mine.

Cerulean didn’t make a sound, but his blue rings danced across his skin. I knew in nature it was a warning of impending death, but it only served to send a thrill of excitement sizzling through me.

We were both paranormal species known for our skills as predators. It was like fire playing with gasoline, which made this an exhilarating dance.

Right now, Cerulean was happy to let me have my way, but if he lost control, things could become dangerous.

Another chill traveled down the length of my spine, and I licked my fangs. Why did that sound like fun?

I was partial to Cerulean’s split form, but there was no denying his human form was equally impressive. Shimmying my way down his body, I didn’t stop until my mouth was inches from his hard length.

“Last chance,” I whispered, running my tongue around the head of his cock. “You really should run.”

Cerulean propped an arm behind his head, watching me. “Not a chance in Hades of that happening.”

Sifting to my human form so my fangs would disappear, I took him deep, swallowing hard once he hit the back of my throat. Cer must have been expecting more teasing, because his entire body jerked at my sudden movement.

He released a long hiss, but not giving him a chance to recover, my mouth devoured him. I sucked and swirled my tongue as I bobbed on his cock. Each time he slid down my throat, I’d swallow hard, squeezing his length.

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