Bite Me Harder (Guardians of the Deep 2)

A few other people made their way out to the dancefloor and Sylvia felt even more at ease. All eyes were no longer on her. She could blend in with the crowd and focus more on her man.

“You…you are…” Coby started and then stopped.

“What?” she asked him, never letting up on the pressure of her body grinding against him.

“You…you’re perfect, Sylvia,” he said.

He hadn’t said beautiful and he hadn’t said stunning or even gorgeous. He hadn’t told her he wanted to fuck her like he had back at the island. This was different. She was perfect. Coming from him, there couldn’t be a better word.

She turned around to face him again, gripped the back of his head, and kissed him hard. His mouth opened and greedily took the lead, pinning her tongue down and lashing it with a feverish passion that her head swimming in seconds. She gasped for air but found little in the pressure of his mouth. He sucked it all from her and held her body tight against his, ignoring the music and pouring all of his attention into her. She felt lightheaded and nearly fainted, but his heavy arms were there waiting for her, scooping her up and holding her as his lips continued to press against hers and his tongue swirled inside her, lighting her insides up with cold, hard, wanting. When he finally pulled back a little, it was her decision to leave the bar.

“Take me home,” she said.

“I don’t have a home,” he said.

“Take me to our cabin,” she said. “That’s home.”

He grabbed her hand and cupped it tightly in his, his large fingers and knuckles covering hers completely. Everything was going great until they passed the bar on the way to the door and saw Rafe sitting with his boss, Keelan Kane. As soon as Coby saw him, he tensed up.

“You lost my boat?” Kane asked in his thick Aussie accent. “What do you mean you lost my boat?”

“I lost one of them,” Rafe said. “You still have alpha, bravo, and delta out on the docks. We’ll find charlie. I’m sure you’ve got a tracker on it, right?”

Kane didn’t answer right away and then finally responded with, “You lost my fucking boat.”

“In all fairness,” Rafe said, “I did lose it in the process of practically getting my ass ripped in half by that bitch, Evelyn, and her new hammerhead friends. If it weren’t for Kalina, I’d be dead.”

“So, the shark bitch isn’t dead?” Kane asked. “And another shark bitch saved your life.”

“Don’t talk about Kalina like that,” Rafe said.

Kalina walked out of the bathroom and reached them in time to hear her boyfriend speaking up for her. Sylvia wanted to reach out and slap the man herself for calling her new friend a bitch.

“Hey babe,” Kalina said to Sylvia. “Great dancing out there. That was hot. And you?”

Kalina spun and pointed a finger at Kane.

“What’s your problem?” she asked.

“It’s nothing,” Rafe assured her.

“It’s something alright,” Sylvia said.

Coby stepped closer to Kane and when Sylvia looked up into his face, she saw his intense stare. Was he simply ready to protect her if need be or was it something else? Kane noticed it too and stood from his barstool.

“What are you looking at, friend?” Kane asked.

“Oh,” Rafe jumped off his barstool. “Kane this my friend Cobalt. And of course, Kalina, and I’m not sure if you’ve met Sylvia.”

“Lots of newcomers to our shore,” Kane said, not quite extending a hand to welcome them.

“I don’t plan to stay for long,” Coby replied. “I’m here because someone killed my brother. Maybe you knew him? Poet.”

“Poet,” Kane said, turning the word over in his head.

He thought on it for a moment and then a lightbulb went off in his head and he slammed a shot glass down against the bar.

“Ahhh Poet!” Kane said. “The great white guy.”