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 ...