Page 36 of Last Shot at Love

That isn’t difficult to accomplish, my beast answered matter-of-factly. I like this idea.

It was hard enough to resist temptation without having an inner voice to encourage it. No, we can’t take her right here on the beach in front of a crowd. This is a paranormal establishment, but they still have rules.

Your world has pathetic rules. Keeping a mate satisfied is a thing of honor, not a thing to hide behind closed doors. I could have sworn the beast rolled his eyes.

That’s just not how things work, I growled at the unreasonable creature.

I could admit I did find a particular charm at the thought of carrying the beauty on my shoulders to shore and pleasuring her without a thought over who might be watching. That gave me an idea, and my tentacles twitched in excitement while my rings darkened.

I just needed an opening…

“Well, are we playing or not?” the girl ordered. “Nick! Go grab one of the girls on the beach. Two of them are practically panting at you, so I’m sure they’ll agree to play.”

Nick, the werewolf, shot me a nasty look as he made his way toward the shore. I resisted the urge to smirk. He could sulk all he wanted… he wasn’t getting my girl.

“Beryl, since your mate can breathe underwater, it’s only fair you play in the corner where the water is deeper.” She turned her attention back to us.

And that is exactly the opening I was looking for…

I waded in deeper until only my eyes were above water and waited, my tentacles curling in anticipation under the water.

Beryl’s fingers combed through my hair. “We don’t have to play. I was only out here waiting for you when they roped me into a game of volleyball.”

With my mouth underwater, I couldn’t answer. Instead, I turned my head, and I pressed a kiss to her bare thigh, reassuring her I was happy to be with her.

The game began, and I let Beryl hit several balls before I started playing my own game.

One of my tentacles crept up and slipped under her butt. It wiggled its way between where the apex of her thighs pressed against the back of my neck.

My hearing allowed me to hear the acceleration of her pulse as the tip of my tentacle worked its way between our bodies.

“What are you doing, Cer?” she hissed.

Lifting myself on the tentacles anchoring me to the sandy ocean floor, I moved my mouth above the water’s surface.

“Calm down, darling. The water is covering everything. Besides, my neck and head prevent anyone in front of us from seeing, and your body blocks anyone from seeing what is going on from behind us. No one will know what is happening unless you announce it.”

“But—” Her protest turned to a gasp as my tentacle pushed aside the tiny scrap of fabric between her thighs.

My suckers were made up of two main parts, both of which were surrounded by different shaped muscles. The outer part had grooves and ridges that helped me form a watertight seal on all surfaces.

A wicked grin spread across my face as I pressed the sucker-covered side of my tentacle along the length of her slit. The delicate taste of her arousal rippled through my body, forcing me to tighten the grip on the beast, who wanted to take our mate right then.

Taking a deep breath, I waited.

As the ball flew at us, I moved toward it, and Beryl threw herself forward, her fist slamming into the ball and sending it sailing back over the net.

Our quick movements had thrown her forward and caused her to grind against my tentacle. Beryl’s sharp intake of breath and the clenching of her thighs around my head told me exactly what it was doing to her.

Nicole sent the ball sailing straight back toward us and, a little rougher than necessary, I lurched toward it, loving the slick heat of her core sliding against my suckers.

Beryl growled under her breath, but even with me distracting her, she managed to send the ball flying back to the opposing team.

Nicole missed, giving our team a point. For the next couple of minutes, there was laughing and splashing as her partner worked to balance the feisty redhead on his shoulders while she blamed him for their lost point.

The grin on my face had nothing to do with their antics.

To my absolute delight, my mate was gently rocking her hips against my suckers. Beryl was careful to keep the movement slow and gentle so it was imperceptible to everyone around us.

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