Page 72 of Last Shot at Love

Our mouths met in a kiss filled with a passion we couldn’t put into words.

Sliding my hand under the blanket and between our bodies, I wrapped my hand around his thick erection.

I lined him up with my entrance…

Only to freeze in horror at the masculine cough coming from our patio.

I turned my head to find Lapis and a woman standing on the patio. Two large duffel bags lay at their feet.

The blanket covered all my private bits, but from the smirk on Lapis’ face, and the grin on the female’s… they knew exactly what was going on beneath the blanket.

“Seriously, bro? You couldn’t have come back in thirty minutes?” Cerulean growled.

Sitting up, he pulled me onto his lap and tucked the blanket around me.

“We can come back.” The female’s voice held a lyrical quality that reminded me of a songbird.

“No, we need to take care of things.” Lapis placed a weird emphasis on the words.

“Then let’s at least give them a chance to dress in privacy.” The woman stepped inside and pulled the curtain across the patio doors.

“Thank you, Azurea,” Cerulean called.

“No problem, brother. Now get dressed, so I can properly meet my new sister.”

“She’s your sister?” I whispered as I rushed from the bed and tried to find something to wear.

“Yes. Azurea is the nicest Thalassa sibling.” Cerulean slid a hand across the curve of my butt as I bent to grab clean clothes from my suitcase.

“Stop that!” I hissed. “Or we’ll never make it outside.”

“Hey, Beryl?” Lapis called from the other side of the curtain. “How do you feel about your brother?”

“I have no brother. He’s dead to me and I hope he rots in hell,” I snarled and viciously pulled my shorts over my hips.

“Perfect.” Lapis’ footsteps walked away from us.

There was a shout and a thud.

“Are they being attacked?” Pulling the shirt over my head, I followed Cerulean. We burst through the curtain to find Lapis standing on the patio with my brother motionless at his feet.

They hadn’t brought duffel bags. They’d brought my father and brother.

“You killed him?” I yelped, staring in shock at my almost murderer.

“You said he was dead, and you wanted him to burn in hell…” Lapis scratched the back of his head, confused.

“You did say that,” Azurea winced. “We figured we’d just help tidy things up.”

“He was almost dead anyway,” Lapis offered, as though that made things better.

“How did you even find them?” I sagged into a chair and rubbed my forehead.

“We were with Cerulean when he smelled your blood. By the time we got to the bay where you’d been swimming, you were gone.” Lapis rested his hand in the water, splashing it around.

“It was amazing, Beryl. You were bleeding so much in the boat that little drops were leaking into the water. It should have been too diluted for a shifter to follow, but Cerulean was able to scent it and the boat.” Azurea sat on the edge of the pool, her feet gently splashing the water.

“How did you catch up?” I looked at Cerulean.

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