Page 33 of Last Shot at Love

As he spoke, one of the suction cups pressed between my lower lips. My body quivered with terror and excitement.

Surely, he’s not going to….

The cup attached itself to my clit and immediately began a steady sucking rhythm. Searing pleasure tore through me with the destructive power of white-water rapids. In under ten seconds, I was writhing beneath Cerulean as I screamed my release.

When I lay still beneath him, my body coated in a fine sheen of sweat, Cer brushed the hair from my face.

“How are you so beautiful?” His chest rattled with the odd clicks again.

“How can you make me so sensitive?” I blurted out before I could close my mouth.

His eyes sparkled with interest. “I had you pegged for a woman who’d be very passionate in the bedroom. Are you telling me this isn’t the norm for you?”

I gave a breathless laugh. “Cer, I’m no virgin, but somehow you have me falling apart at a simple touch.”

“Maybe our bodies were made for each other,” he teased, a gorgeous smile spreading across his face.

That suggestion sent a shiver racing down my spine. If I was this sensitive to his touch, what would happen when we consummated our mate bond?

Cerulean leaned down and placed a tender kiss at the base of my throat. “I’m going for a swim now, darling.”

The term of endearment did weird things to my already rattled insides. I’d never gotten close enough to a sexual partner to be given a pet name.

“But I haven’t returned the favor—” I reached for Cerulean, but he evaded me with an agility that would have impressed me if it hadn’t annoyed me.

I was a vampire. Few creatures were faster than my species, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about my slippery mate’s speed.

“Beryl, if you touch me right now, I won’t be able to keep from burying myself inside you. Our first time should be in my other form, not this form.” He motioned at his tentacles.

Two moved as he spoke like an extra set of hands that were mocking him. He used the remaining four to stand and stay balanced. His tentacles were thick and long, so he stood slightly taller in this form than he did as a human.

The tentacles were a pale, buttery yellow that periodically flashed with hints of blue. My fingers ached with the desire to touch him, to feel his slick skin beneath my palm, and to study the shifting colors. But he was out the door and launching himself into the ocean before I could say another word.

Cursing under my breath, I made my way to the bathroom and took a freezing shower to wash away the sweat and ease the heat of my arousal.

Stepping from the shower, I towel-dried my hair and slipped on a pair of white shorts and a flowy crimson top. Not wanting to appear like I was trying too hard, I decided to forgo any makeup other than swiping gloss on my lips.

Before leaving the bathroom, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, studying my vampiric form. This was the longest I’d stayed in my natural form in years.

My skin possessed a dewy shimmer in the morning light, and my shirt fit a little more snugly thanks to the extra swell of my breasts. Even my eyelashes were lengthened, and my lips had a puffy, well-kissed look.

This was a form built with one job in mind—arousing and luring my prey.

Everything about this body was supposed to help me seduce humans into dropping their guards and coming close enough for me to feed.

The fact that I didn’t want to lure anyone to me didn’t seem to matter. And it was why I’d avoided this form for all of my adult life. I hated the attention it brought to me as a woman.

My mother had loudly bemoaned the fact that I hid my ‘true beauty,’ but it was the only way I could navigate a world filled with men who were looking for conquests or trophies.

Standing in front of the mirror, I found myself torn for the first time.

It was easy enough, even in my human form, to find someone to sleep with when my biological needs grew distracting. So it was odd to realize I wanted Cerulean to be attracted to me… and that I enjoyed watching the effect I had on him.

I wanted to drive him wild and arouse him.

I wanted him to look at me and lose control.

“What is wrong with you, Beryl? Get it together!” I snarled at my reflection.

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