Page 37 of Last Shot at Love

“I can’t believe I’m acting like a horny teenager. Heck! I don’t even remember acting like this back then!” she grumbled as her breath quickened.

Sinking a few inches lower in the water, I kissed her inner thighs, desperately wishing my mouth was somewhere else. Beryl’s fingers tightened in my hair, and her thigh muscles trembled.

When her muscles stiffened, and she let her long hair fall around her face, I knew she’d found her release. I loved the way her body quivered as she rode the waves of pleasure, and the way her cream sweetened the water around my head.

I wasn’t finished, though.

Far from it.

As the game started up again, I kept the tip of my tentacle wedged between us and found as many opportunities as I could to throw her weight forward, grinding her against me… hard.

I counted seven orgasms.

When her legs quivered, and her trembling hand rested against my jaw, I knew she needed a break and food.

My tentacle shifted her bikini bottom back into place before dropping back into the water.

I lifted my head above the water’s surface. “All right, I’m hungry. It’s time for lunch and a nap.”

Releasing my hold on Beryl’s legs, I allowed the shift to ripple over my lower half, turning my tentacles to legs. Using the special cells covering my skin, I created the appearance and texture of swim shorts.

“Dang, girl! He’s even hotter than I thought!” Nicole whistled in appreciation, and Beryl’s legs clamped tighter around me.

Chuckling, I moved up the beach toward the resort.

My girl might have been a vampire, but she had the grip of an octopus.

I felt, rather than saw, her shake her head.

Stepping onto our patio, I sat her gently in one of the plush chairs and kneeled in front of her.

“You could put me down,” Beryl offered.

“I could,” I agreed. “But I don’t want to.”

She continued to run her fingers through my hair. It was soothing, and I wondered if she would consider doing it while we napped… if I could get her to nap instead of going back to her laptop.

“I’m not exactly tiny. It can’t be comfortable carrying me on your shoulders for so long.”

“Darling, you weigh nothing to me.”

“Liar.” Beryl’s laugh warmed my insides and sent blood rushing straight to my cock.

I tried to clear the lust that threatened to choke me. Maybe I should’ve taken care of my needs while taking my morning swim, because the continued denial was on the verge of becoming an issue.

“You’re a vampire, so you understand inhuman strength. Octopuses are among the strongest of species, capable of lifting forty times their body weight… and that is an ability that the octopus shifters received. I could carry you all day and feel no strain.”

“That’s incredible,” Beryl breathed. “You’re incredible.”

My circles flashed in pride at her praise, and she brushed a finger across my shoulder. “Your markings can show even in this form?”

“Yes, my skin is unique. It looks human, but it retains the special color-shifting cells of the octopus. They shift colors and textures to help me to blend in with my surroundings if danger is nearby.”

“Do the blue rings mean something? I notice they flash periodically.”

I nodded. “Intense emotion triggers them. Anger, fear, sadness…”

“But you weren’t feeling those just now, were you?” She hesitated before continuing, “Or this morning when they flashed?”

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