22. Chase #3
I grabbed her injured leg, bending it back to her chest, and licked along the cut. Not on it, just cleaning up the blood that had leaked out until my whole body shivered, my tail thrashing in the water. It was like taking a direct hit of her magic, and it nearly short-circuited my brain.
“Chase…”
“Do you trust me, baby?” I peered up from between her legs.
I saw her fight it for just a moment, but she bit her lip and nodded.
“Good, because we’re going to play a game.” I moved her injured leg over my shoulder.
“What kind of game?”
“It’s called Shark Attack. I’m going to eat, and you’re going to scream.” I tore her bikini bottoms at the seams, and her pupils blew wide, but I barely saw it as I dove between her thighs.
It was just as good as her blood, and even better than I remembered, salty and heady and sublime.
That had been business, but no matter what she claimed, this was something else.
I dragged my tongue through her perfect pussy, enjoying the way her legs twitched around my head every time I flicked the pointed tip over her clit.
Her hand found my hair, but this time she didn’t tug, didn’t demand. She simply held on as she pulsed gently against me. The shark was not having that, not when she tasted like this.
I thrashed, burying my face deeper, rubbing against her swollen clit with the bridge of my nose as my tongue thrust into her warmth and my teeth just barely scraped her flesh. I didn’t need air. I needed her torn apart.
“Fuck, just like that.”
There it was. I pulled her leg up higher, shifting her position so I could clamp the soft flesh around her clit between my teeth, tugging gently as I sank two fingers inside her.
Her pussy hugged them tight, and I curled them until she was the one thrashing in the sand. The sound she made vibrated in my back teeth. She was soft, so fucking soft, and I wanted all of it.
I drew back just enough to say, “You ready, baby?”
“Yes, fuck yes!”
I held myself over her, my tail settling between her legs. I pressed my tongue into her mouth, tasting all of her at once. Keep her. The shark was fully awake, trying to tear its way to the surface. Mine, she’s mine.
“Selena, I need…” I panted against her lips.
“Tell me what you need, Chase.”
My name on her lips, not some nickname or some insult. “I need to bite you. I want to fuck you with both my cocks, but I need to bite you. Please, baby.” I needed to hold on, needed to mark her. She was mine, and everyone should fucking see.
Her eyes locked on my mouth, where I knew every single one of my teeth had shifted to a point. Her pulse hammered below her throat, and she couldn’t hide that ancient fear. Humans had forced themselves to the top of the food chain, but they still remembered what it was like to be prey.
I ran my rough fingers over the juncture of her neck and shoulder, and golden light flared beneath her skin.
“Do that again,” she commanded.
I did, and her skin toughened beneath my touch, her magic solidifying like liquid gold underneath the surface. She grabbed my face, her gaze unyielding.
“What did I tell you?” she asked.
“I know, baby. But if it’s too much, you say red. You promise me that.”
“I promise, and I trust you, Chase.”
Trust. Giving me that was more dangerous than she realized, but I wanted to be worthy of it. More than I’d wanted anything before in my life.
I rose on one elbow, grabbing my long, white claspers in one hand. They were already trying to flare, to expand, but I pushed them together, and like that, they weren’t much larger than my human cock, at least at the tip.
She spread her legs, and I tested them, sliding just the first inch of both into her willing pussy. She groaned, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, trying to pull my weight down onto her.
“Chase, I need more.”
“Always so greedy, bruja.” My tail pumped, and I pushed deeper, the shark roiling with every inch that sank into her irresistible warmth. Keep her. Bite her. She’s mine. I thrust in and out, letting her open for me slowly.
She squirmed, trying to work me in, but my shark brain reacted to the motion, and I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back until she moaned. Then I struck, and bit her—hard.
She had toughened her skin, and I had just enough of Chase Perez left not to clamp, but my teeth dug into her flesh, and pleasure ripped through me from my head to my fins. I surged deeper, my claspers rubbing together in her tight heat until I couldn’t take it anymore and flared.
“Fuck, Chase…so full, I’m…I’m…” Her whole body convulsed between where I held her with my mouth and cocks.
Her walls clamped down against my expanding lengths over and over as she came, like she could hold them back.
She was still fighting me for dominance even here, but this was my realm.
I thrust until I knew I was lodged against her cervix and opened them just a little bit more, and her magic exploded with golden light and sparks all over my skin and the beach, and I didn’t let go. I would never let go again.
Every single sensor I possessed lit up, and all I felt was her. Her scent, her taste, her magic, and her warm, soft pussy until there was no holding back and I spilled deep into her.
Mine. All fucking mine.
When I had nothing left to give, I pulled away to see her neck already bruising in a distinctive ring. I gently licked each tooth mark, and they tasted better than any catch.
“Chase,” she murmured, drowsy, her magic dancing in swirling patterns beneath her skin.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Thank you. For coming in after me.” A beat. “And for the eight, nine feet at most.”
The laugh went deep into the part of me I’d kept underwater since I was twenty-two.
“Anytime, Torres,” I said, holding her close and not letting go.