Bite Me Harder (Guardians of the Deep 2)

A large thump came from outside somewhere on the boat and Sylvia jolted upright in the bed.

“What was that?” she asked.

“I’m sure it was nothing,” Penny said.

“Didn’t sound like nothing.”

A knock came from the door above them, the one that led below deck.

“Yes?” Penny asked.

“It’s me, babe,” Thane’s voice called out from the other side.

Sylvia felt a mixture of relief with fear as she thought of him on the other side of the door.

“Come on down,” Penny said.

The door swung open, and Thane climbed down. Sylvia’s heart thudded in her chest. This guy was a shark. Not only a shark, but the leader of the sharks. Plus, he was gorgeous and was absolutely fucking naked.

“Wanted to check on you,” he said as he stepped closer.

Sylvia held her breath and watched him. His entire body was beaded with water. His dark hair was dripping, and his face was beautiful. She’d met him before, back in the hospital when Penny got attacked once and knocked off a cruise ship, but he’d been fully dressed, and he didn’t look like this. This time he seemed harder, more solid, and she was thinking about his body, not his enormous cock which hung freely between his legs. She knew she shouldn’t be staring at it like this. This was her best friend’s man.

Holy shit. I’m going to hell. I can’t stop looking at it. At him. At it. It’s definitely calling to me. It wants me to look at it.

Sylvia had to shake herself out of her stupor. No cock had a mind of its own. Or they did, but not really, but really... she couldn’t get her mind right. Not with the thick, still wet from the ocean, cock in front of her.

“His face is up there,” Penny said.

It was a joke they made often, but usually it was about their own tits, whenever a guy would get caught checking them out. If he was looking at Sylvia, Penny would call him out on it. If it was Penny captivating him, Sylvia would make it a point to let it be known. They loved the look on a guy’s face when he got caught peeping. Only this time, she’d done it to Sylvia, and she was mortified.

“Bitch,” Sylvia said under her breath as she tried to steady her nerves and calm her pussy.

She knew it couldn’t be only the look of the guy drawing her attention like that. He must have been pulling her gaze that way with some kind of supernatural power. That was the excuse she decided to settle on. He was supernaturally cock teasing her, and her body had reacted, even while knowing he was completely off-limits.

Man, I need to get laid. This is getting ridiculous.

“I was circling the boat, making sure you two were safe,” he said as he leaned forward to kiss Penny’s forehead.

His cock bumped Sylvia’s hand and she jerked it back.

“For fuck’s sake,” she said. “Are you trying to kill me? Can you please put some clothes on? I can’t handle this.”

Penny laughed and pushed Sylvia’s shoulder.

“You better get used to this,” she said. “I had to. You’ll see once you get to the island. When the guys step out of the water, they’ve shed their clothes. Kind of like the Incredible Hulk, only more naked.”

“Oh shit,” Thane said. “I’m so sorry. This is inappropriate. I didn’t even think about it. It’s so normal for us and…I only wanted to let you both know you’re safe.”

“The three of us you mean,” Penny corrected him as she rubbed her belly.

“It’s quite alright,” Sylvia said, smiling and doing her best to keep her eyes off his cock. “I feel safer already.”

Chapter 8 - Rafe

“Shamrock Island, huh?” Kane said as he polished off a harpoon gun with the intensity of a father cleaning his gun and waiting for his daughter to return home from her first date.

Rafe didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. It was a rhetorical question if it was even a question at all. He could have taken a boat out to the island himself, but Australia had something like seven-hundred islands and finding one without knowing its exact whereabouts could be a real pain in the ass. Yet, he would travel anyplace he needed to if it meant seeing Kalina again. The way her blonde hair hung down in that ponytail and was wavy or naturally curly might be a better way to describe it. He envied her hair and the way it caressed the back of her neck. He was jealous of the air that seeped in through the small hole at the center of her pouty lips. He could imagine what it must feel like to be inside her, filling her mouth and her lungs. He wanted her sexually, of course, but with her it had been different than it had been with any other woman. He could imagine sitting with her naked, face to face, his ass planted in the sand as her pussy clenched around his cock, neither of them moving, but instead looking into each other’s eyes and seeing who would be the first to thrust. He would lose. He wouldn’t be able to handle being in that moment with her and not going that extra step. His cock throbbed thinking about it and he had to plop down in the swivel chair next to Kane’s desk.