Bite Me Harder (Guardians of the Deep 2)

Everyone cheered. Oliver smiled, trying to hide his smile and act mad, but finally he opened up and began to laugh.

“Didn’t that feel good to get that off your chest?” Kino asked.

“It did,” Oliver agreed. “I guess I should say thank you, asshole.”

Everyone laughed again.

“We knew it anyway,” Ruby said. “We’ve just been waiting for you to finally admit it.”

“I have been anyway,” Faith said. “I’ve been wanting to hook you up with someone for so long, but I didn’t want you to get offended. Damn. No wonder you were never attracted to Kalina. Too bad she’s not here right now. She totally missed this. And, yes, I’m definitely going to hook you up now.”

“No,” Oliver said. “Please don’t hook me up. I’ll take care of that myself.”

“Because you’ve done such a good job of that so far!” Thane said. “Somebody please hook this boy up.”

“Yes, somebody please hook this boy up,” a female voice said from the shadow beach somewhere behind them.

The voice seemed to float on the air, echoing off invisible walls. It seemed hollow, loud, and powerful.

“No,” Thane said. “Not possible.”

“‘Fraid it is, Sweetie,” the voice said again.

“Is that who I think it is?” Penny asked.

A woman stepped out of the shadows and closer to them. She was completely naked and had a body that was out of this world. Her long, wet, dark hair hung down over her tits, and as she stepped closer, Sylvia could see that her face was badly scarred. So was her chest and arm, but that didn’t detract from her beauty. In fact, it seemed to intensify her sexiness, giving her a bad girl quality. Sylvia had no idea who this woman was, but the rest of the people around her looked as if they were staring at a ghost. Behind her, several male bodies walked forward and stood around her. Each was covered in tattoos. They looked like bikers, each with a different style. One had his head shaved and a wet mohawk dangling to one side. Another was bald. Another had long hair and an eye that looked pale and lifeless. All of the men were naked, cocks swinging everywhere in the moonlight. Some huge, some small and shriveled up, but all totally visible. It was surreal.

“Evelyn,” Thane said.

“In the flesh, baby,” she replied. “What? You thought I was dead?”

Sylvia’s blood froze in her veins and her limbs suddenly felt cold. If she’d been standing, she may have stumbled and fell. Penny had told her all about the evil bitch standing on the beach in front of her and hadn’t left out the part that she and her gang of sharks were the ones responsible for the massacre on the barge. She was responsible for all those deaths. She was the reason none of those kids would go home.

“Penny,” Sylvia said.

Her chest hurt. She couldn’t breathe and felt faint. She reached for something, anything to hold onto. Penny moved to her side and helped her.

“It’s her,” Sylvia whispered. “Penny, it’s her. I have to go. I have to get off this island.”

In the past, if she’d ever had a problem with a woman, or anyone for that matter, she wouldn’t have hesitated to face them and call them out on their bullshit. She’d once grabbed a woman by her hair and almost punched her in the face when a girl grinded up against her man in a nightclub. But this was different. This was the leader of a rogue group of savage sharks, monsters she’d seen slaughter people. Sylvia couldn’t keep her composure. She thought she was going to pass out. She fell back onto her ass and watched Thane and the others stand up and walk toward the woman. Sylvia was afraid to be left behind them.

Her eyes darted left and right as she imagined a sneak attack. She thought of the possibility of a shark jumping out of the ocean and grabbing her. She was far enough from the water, but she imagined they’d be fast even in human form.

The water was a stone’s throw away and suddenly the gentle lapping of the waves sounded thunderous.

The wind tormented her.

The darkness suffocated her.

She was alone, behind them all.

Behind her, the cabins sat quietly in the distance. Somewhere inside, the children slept. Behind the cabins, the trees swayed. Birds cooed. The ocean crashed, and she jumped. Paranoia pulled at her nerves, strumming them like guitar strings, and she wanted so badly to be back in her hotel room where it was safe.

“You don’t need to be here,” Thane said. “Things are going good. Take these assholes and go find a life someplace else. You’ve caused enough chaos.”

“I can’t do that, lover,” Evelyn said. “You’d miss me too much.”

“You heard him,” Penny said. “Get the fuck off our beach.”