Page 68 of Last Shot at Love

His eyes and rings began to glow.

Breathe out.

How odd. I’d heard his voice, but his lips hadn’t moved.

Beryl, trust me and breathe out.

I was too relieved to have him with me to question the sanity of hearing his voice in my head, or blowing out the last of my precious air.

Relaxing into his arms, I released the air from my lungs in a flurry of bubbles.

As the last of the bubbles left my cool lips, Cerulean’s warm mouth sealed over them.

My lungs inflated with air.

Good girl.

My mind was still sluggish, and I wasn’t entirely sure if he was a hallucination or if he was really there. I smiled at him.

He moved to wrap his tentacles around the cement block, testing its weight. My father had been right. The spell had worked, and it was unnaturally heavy.

Cerulean’s tentacles moved to coil around the chains binding my wrists. Lapis appeared at Cerulean’s side. Each shifter quickly attached his suckers along the chain, and with muscles straining, they swam away from each other.

The chain’s groans were loud in the quiet of the sea, and I watched in shock as the links bent and stretched before finally snapping apart.

The chain from my wrists to the weight had been broken, but the chain around my ankles was still intact.

Cerulean moved in front of me a second time, his arms pulling my body into the heat of his.

Blow out again.

I didn’t question him, and immediately blew the air from my burning lungs.

His mouth sealed on mine a second time, and air filled my aching lungs.

Unable to resist, I darted my tongue out to slide against his. I wasn’t out of the woods yet, and if I was going to die, I wanted to do it with his taste in my mouth.

I love you, Cerulean.

Even if he couldn’t hear me, I needed to say the words.

Cerulean’s muscles went taut, and he held me, his body frozen.

Lapis moved behind him, a tentacle pulling him away from me. He motioned to the chain running from my ankles. Moving into position, he gripped the chain and waited for Cerulean to help him.

Cerulean eyes met mine.

Then he focused on the chain anchoring me. Wrapping his tentacles around the chain, he pulled against it.

I almost blew out my oxygen on a dreamy sigh while watching his gorgeous muscles flex.

Sure, I might be about to face a watery grave if his efforts failed, but I wasn’t going to let that keep me from stopping to smell the roses… or, in my case, devouring my man’s sinfully sexy body with my eyes.

The chain complained, fighting against the two powerful shifters, who were determined to rip it apart with brute force. Despite the chain’s best efforts, it was no match for the brothers and, with a loud crack, it broke.

The moment it snapped, Cerulean’s tentacles wrapped around me.

With my limp body tucked against his, he spun up toward the water’s surface.

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