CHAPTER 3

ISLA

A single, feather-light stroke over the peak, dragging a shiver out of me so sharp my knees threatened to buckle.

I bit my lip hard.

Another tentacle joined it, mirroring the first, both circling lazily before brushing again—firmer this time.

A gasp slipped out before I could stop it.

The glowing points brightened.

You like this.

“I don’t—” My voice hitched when one pinched lightly, rolling the sensitive skin between slick ridges. “—fuck—”

The tentacle at my thigh slid higher, stopping just before the thin cotton of my shorts. It pressed there, not moving, just reminding me it was right there.

I could feel the heat pooling...