Page 53 of Last Shot at Love

“Oh…” I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head at the exquisite sensations he was causing.

“I knew you would feel amazing, but this is beyond my wildest dreams.” Cerulean’s voice held an awe that did weird things to my chest and stirred up the new emotions I was still coming to terms with.

He continued his torturously slow pace until I was writhing beneath him. “Cerulean, we have many years to have slow, passionate sex. Right now, my vampiric nature wants to claim her mate… and we aren’t known for our gentleness.”

Sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, I sliced it with my fang. It took all my control not to gag at the taste and was again surprised that Cerulean enjoyed it.

I caught his mouth in a kiss, letting his tongue stroke the small injury. I knew the instant he realized what I’d done. Cerulean’s chest rumbled with a growl, and my body responded by coating his length with more wet heat. Which was good, since he thrust into me with a force that caused my teeth to rattle.

I squeaked in surprise, but the rest of my words were devoured by his mouth on mine. He sucked and licked as his body pounded into me, driving me into the bed.

It was about fanging time! This was what I’d wanted. Wrapping my arms around him, I clung to him as his thrusts became frenzied and our bodies became slick with sweat.

Blood roared in my ears, and my heart galloped in my chest. He pushed us higher and higher until I was dizzy and slightly terrified of letting go.

Needing to anchor myself, I bit down on his chest. The moment his blood touched my tongue, my orgasm tore through me like a wild thing, seeking freedom.

My body clamped around his cock, milking him and bringing him over the edge with me. Cerulean shouted my name, his hand curling around my lower back to cradle me to him as we convulsed.

Pulling my fangs from his chest, I lunged for his neck. My fangs sank deep, and I released the fire burning in my chest into him. A normal vampire bite would heal like any other animal bite and rarely leave scars.

But the claiming bite was like a brand burned into the skin.

A permanent sign that he had been claimed.

He is mine.

If I thought that by claiming him, the fire inside me would ease or that my vampiric nature would be sated… I was sorely mistaken… in all the best ways.

My hunger tripled. And it wasn’t just me who was struggling. Cerulean groaned, and the muscles in his jaw clenched.

“I can’t hold my shift back.”

“Stop holding back,” I snarled. “Take me.”

Cerulean closed his eyes. “I can’t. My beast is pushing and I’ll hurt you. Let me gain control.”

Cerulean shifted, and his tentacles slid across my skin. I caught one of his tentacles and sucked the tip into my mouth, stroking my tongue along the row of suckers.

“I don’t want you in control.”

A shiver traveled through his body, and the inky black of his beast’s eyes pinned me. “You don’t know what you’re asking… what you’re risking.”

I bared my fangs. The primitive drive to have him complete our mate bond was stealing all thoughts from my mind.

No one had told me claiming could be like this… with pleasure verging on pain. It was becoming harder to breathe, and my stomach spasmed.

More. I needed more from him.

“Let your beast out to play.” My seductive purr caused his rings to flicker and darken to a navy blue.

“Beryl…”

Later, I would wonder where I’d found the boldness to do what I did next.

Grabbing one of his tentacles, I guided it between my legs and ground myself against. I was so sensitive I nearly came.

Cerulean’s face had taken on sharper angles, the gentleness gone. Heat rushed between my legs when I realized a predator was staring back at me.

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