Blood in the Water

by Cleo Peitsche

  “Stop wiggling all over the place,” he said. He leaned over and helped deal with the tangle of her panties around her ankles.

  That came with a nice bonus. He could always smell her delicious scent when she was nearby, even if she’d just gotten out of the shower, but it wasn’t half as nice as having his face inches from her softest, silkiest place.

  The first night he’d had her in his bed, he’d wanted nothing more than to devour her to his heart’s content.

  Yet it seemed that no matter how much he had, it was never enough. He couldn’t even blame the fact that they were mated because it had been like this even before.

  But the mating was the reason that the slightest scent of her made both his cocks surge hotly to life.

  His hands around her knees, he roughly spread her legs to expose her glistening folds. Another time, he might have played with her, licked a taunting trail everywhere except for where she wanted him to be.

  But right now he was starving. He covered her pussy with his mouth and thrust his tongue into her. The tensing of her stomach and thighs traveled all along his body, and the sound of her surprised whimpers made his cocks strain desperately against his pants.

  Her fingers tangled in his hair.

  “Oh, god, you’re… I’m going to fall over.”

  “No, you won’t,” he said, though it came out muffled because he was unable to remove himself from between her legs.

  He felt the swelling of the orgasm swirling inside her. She was his mate, and her orgasms belonged to him, so he greedily ripped it from her, leaving her gasping and swaying in the quiet jungle.

  “Not a bad appetizer,” he said as he moved in for a second round.

  “Please,” she said. “Koenraad. Please.”

  He knew what she wanted, but he didn’t see any reason to make it easy on her. Feigning confusion, he stopped and looked up at her. “Is something wrong?”

  “I want to suck you,” she said. Her voice trembled almost imperceptibly.

  He straightened to his full height and looked down into her shell-brown eyes. “In what way do you want to suck me?” He knew he was being unfair, but the way her pulse skyrocketed was too tempting to pass up.

  The warmth radiating from her face as she blushed… That turned him on even more.

  “Suck your dick,” she said very quickly, like the words didn’t belong in her mouth.

  “Which one?” he asked.

  The embarrassment that crossed her face amused him to no end. She wasn’t shy when he only had one dick in play, but something about the two of them together made it easy to rattle her.

  Maybe she was uncomfortable with how much she liked having him in both her holes.

  If that was the case, he needed to do something about it. After all, she was his mate, and he was a shark shifter. He had two cocks. Sometimes he had barbs. These were facts.

  In the beginning, he hadn’t allowed her to suck him because of shifter chemicals in his semen. That was no longer a concern.

  Now he just enjoyed denying her.

  But tonight he wanted to give her a taste of what she’d been begging for. It would make things more difficult when they were in the water, but he’d find a way to stay in control.

  Even though he hadn’t given permission, she knelt. A tangle of vines in the path was crushed under their weight, releasing a sharp, green scent.

  One of her hands wound her long hair away from her face and out of the way. That was something he was happy to help with as she was going to need both her hands to manage him.

  He gathered her hair with one hand, but he didn’t force her toward his hips. He’d let her set the pace. For now.

  She untied the string that held up his pants, and they slipped down his legs. He hadn’t bothered with underwear; who had time when every day meant getting dressed and undressed on a dozen separate occasions?

  She was clumsy and eager, and he knew she was trying to go fast so that he wouldn’t stop her. If she hadn’t been so turned on, he’d have felt guilty.

  She sucked one cock, then moved to the other. She seemed to switch up at the worst possible moments.

  He decided to take charge, to teach her how to suck him. After all, if she was going to insist on doing it, she might as well get it right.

  “Open your mouth and show me your tongue,” he said as he pulled back.

  She glanced up at him, her eyes deceptively innocent looking. He wasn’t fooled. He’d fucked her. He knew the truth.

  Slowly, she extended her tongue, and his cocks jerked in desire.

  “Lick down one, then up the other,” he said.

  She wet her lips before touching the tip of her tongue to his cock. She dutifully licked up the side of one shaft. When she reached the head, she sucked it into her mouth for a moment, then she resumed licking down.

  Her tongue played with the stretched skin at the base of his cocks. He liked that. It made him even harder, and his balls tightened.

  Then she was licking up the second shaft. When she finished, both his cocks were nice and wet.

  Now for the fun part.

  “Suck them both.”

  Astonished, she looked up at him, but her surprise was greatly overshadowed by the scent of her arousal permeating the fresh air. Her reaction left him fighting for control over the spurs.

  They wanted out.

  This was the only problem with having a human as a mate. His body was designed to respond to her arousal with spurs, with the uncontrollable desire to violently claim her fertile body.

  He braced himself, kicked back the urge. Soon he’d have her. He just needed to be patient a little while longer.

  Chapter 21

  Monroe gathered Koenraad’s cocks together. He was so stiff that it was surprising she could maneuver them at all.

  The shafts practically throbbed in the moonlight. A dewy bead had formed at the tip of one of the heads.

  Oh, god, she was making him drip. She flicked out her tongue and licked the salty drop. His entire body stiffened, and he groaned.

  Moisture trickled out of her and rolled down her thigh.

  Slowly, she sucked both the heads into her mouth. She felt woozy, lightheaded. This was so very wrong. When did a woman who wasn’t a porn star ever get to suck two cocks at once?

  The effort made her jaw ache, but she opened wider, desperate to get more than the heads inside her mouth.

  “That’s…” Koenraad started, his voice cutting off with a strangled growl.

  She loved having this effect on him.

  His fingers tightened in her hair, and she whimpered. She’d known there was only so long she could taunt the shark before she’d find herself in deep water.

  Anyway, that was what she wanted: deep water, full-on mating.

  She craved the rush of adrenaline, of endorphins. And most of all, she wanted that aphrodisiac when his spurs dug into her.

  Koenraad was a drug, and she was dying for another fix.

  His fingers tightened again, and he began thrusting into her mouth. There wasn’t room for both cocks, and she abandoned one so that she could get the other full shaft into her mouth. She wondered if he’d ever had two women suck him at once.

  Surely he had.

  The thought made her burn with jealousy.

  “Hey,” he said. “Pay attention.” To underscore his point, he drove in deep, nearly gagging her with the swollen length.

  The second cock was stiff against her cheek as Koenraad forced her head down onto him. She reached up and stroked its hard length.

  She didn’t have time to wonder if Koenraad was able to smell jealousy because he was urging her even deeper onto his shaft.

  “Open wider,” he grunted. He pulled back, then shoved the first third of both cocks inside her mouth. She felt ridiculous, her cheeks puffed out.

  “Oh god,” he grunted. He was shaking all over. “I can’t take this.”

  He hauled her to her feet and pulled her toward the water.

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bsp; To her surprise, it was very warm, and the shore was silty, like a mud mask, nothing like the rocky crater where Koenraad had mated and claimed her.

  The water, she realized as they splashed in deeper, smelled crisp, faintly of flowers. The reason for that became clear; bordering parts of the lake was a thicket of flowering bushes. In the dark, she couldn’t even begin to guess at the color.

  They smelled like some kind of jasmine, she realized. And then she became aware of the faint music of the waterfall in the distance.

  Koenraad turned her roughly away from him.

  She twisted to look over her shoulder. The reflection of his eyes made it impossible for her to see his pupils. Or had his pupils dilated completely so that none of the iris showed at all?

  “Are you ready?” he asked, his deep voice ragged. He inhaled. “You are. I know that, and I know you’ve been waiting. I have, too.”

  He pulled her to him, and his large hands firmly pressed her ass cheeks apart. She pushed at the water desperately, trying to keep her nose and mouth above the surface.

  Koenraad wasn’t worrying about her. He had one thing only on his mind.

  Sex.

  Or more specifically, mating.

  She felt one of his cocks digging into her rear. He made a lusty growling noise as he pressed into her, then his right arm locked around her upper body, binding her to his chest as he worked his way in deep.

  She hadn’t quite been ready, but she knew the mating urge would soon control him. She’d tormented him for too long, had pushed him to the edges of his limits.

  And she was getting what she wanted.

  He didn’t tell her to hold her breath. One moment she was above water, the moonlight shining down on her, flowers witnessing the rough penetration by her mate, and the next moment she was underwater, deep enough that everything was completely dark.

  It was easy to trust Koenraad underwater when he was himself, but he hadn’t even told her, hadn’t offered her a taste of blood to help dull the pain.

  But did he need to? She’d begged for it. She’d known what could happen. And maybe he meant this as punishment, too.

  The cock in her ass seemed to swell a size. She squeezed her eyes against the pain. He wasn’t just bigger. The spurs were out, digging into her skin, keeping his organ anchored deep inside her.

  She gasped, accidentally sucked in water for a fraction of a second.

  Immediately she tried to hold her breath, but the spasms racking her chest were impossible to control.

  She scratched blindly behind her, trying to get Koenraad’s attention.

  Air. She needed it.

  Then Koenraad pulled her head to the side, forcing her to twist against him without yielding an inch of what his cock had claimed. He pressed against her, and as his mouth covered hers, his second cock shoved deep into her heat.

  Oxygen, it seemed, now came with a price.

  Coughing at that moment was ruining the mood, but she couldn’t help herself. Her body spasmed in his grip, but he forced air into her lungs until the burning in her chest subsided.

  The whole time, his thick cocks were penetrating deeper and deeper into her.

  He released her hair, then he pulled them both onto their backs so that he was below her in the water.

  She floated up a little, but his hands dug into her hips, his fingers almost as painful as the spurs inside her.

  He was trying to hold back, to give her a chance to adjust to the imposition of his throbbing organs; she knew his battle by the short arcs his hips made. But there was nothing on earth that could make him stop, and soon he would be unable to help himself at all.

  He’d explained it the night he’d claimed her. Once the mating started, they were both slaves to it, to the will of his powerful, virile body.

  And then the first wave of warm bliss washed through her. It started from the dozens of places his body cut into hers, and it spread out like fire.

  If she’d thought she’d exaggerated it in her memory, she was wrong. It was even better this time.

  Stars exploded in the darkness, and she swore she could see everything above her: the individual drops of water, the texture of the flowers on the bushes, the topography of the moon.

  And now he was moving faster, his thrusts taking him from deep to deeper.

  With a rough pull on her hair, he dragged her back, forced air into her lungs and released her.

  No more coddling. That was the message he was sending. She’d been claimed by a shifter, and he was about to lose himself to the mating.

  Her toes curled so hard they cramped. She was burning through her air, but it didn’t matter. Koenraad’s cocks were practically tearing her apart, and she didn’t care.

  She wanted more.

  Then he had her twisted around, and he was kissing her, breathing for her.

  He pulled mostly out, and even the aphrodisiacs weren’t enough to stop her from nearly fainting as the spurs dragged down her skin.

  But there were no gentle, loving kisses now.

  He was male, and she was female. That was all that mattered, and he would fuck her according to the desires of his body, not her own.

  He pushed in deep, pulled almost all the way out.

  Sweet euphoria flooded her veins, but it wasn’t enough to mute the pain, and she began to panic. She needed air, wanted to get above the water.

  She struggled against him, but she was no match for Koenraad in his normal state, let alone when he was caught in the mating grip.

  Her arms and legs flailed uselessly against the water. But the water wasn’t the problem. It was the enormous shifter whose cocks stretched everything between her legs.

  Then she was free of him. She kicked her legs, pulled with her arms.

  But it was hopeless. Koenraad yanked her head back, forced her mouth open and dumped air into her lungs. It was fast, efficient.

  He spread her legs, positioned himself at her entrances. Her panic didn’t dissuade him in the least. He thrust deep and hammered in fast, rhythmically.

  Monroe was lost in a swirling haze of pain and bliss.

  He pulled the cock from her ass, and she screamed, panic making her go blind. Her limbs trembled, and even the aphrodisiacs weren’t enough.

  She wanted this to be done. She didn’t understand what was happening, why it was scarier this time, and she wanted Koenraad to come back to her.

  Then his arms came around her, and he kissed her. He was trying to be gentle, trying to reassure her about something, but his movements were still crude.

  His kisses turned into painful bites. She needed the air, so she let him do what he would.

  She felt him rubbing his cock, cleaning himself off, possibly, then both swollen heads began to push into her pussy.

  She didn’t understand. He’d never said anything about this—

  Confused, she clawed at him, and he responded by clamping his teeth on her neck. When she struggled, he bit harder, his teeth cutting into her. Stay still or I’ll hurt you, he seemed to be saying. You’re here for me to fuck, and it’s going to happen.

  This was the mating. She’d forgotten how terrifying it was, and how exhilarating.

  How could she love and hate this at the same time?

  He thrust his hips, and both cocks inched into her tight hole. The barbs were cutting her. He rocked back, thrust forward even deeper.

  The pain was unimaginable.

  She tried to pull away, and his teeth tightened until she stop fighting. She thought she felt him grunt in masculine satisfaction.

  Her body clenched almost painfully as an unexpected orgasm crashed through her.

  He shoved all the way in. He pulled her body so hard against his that she could feel the bones of her pelvis pressing into him.

  He forced air deep into her lungs, biting her lips savagely as it did it.

  Then his teeth raked down her neck, down her shoulder, her back.

  He was going to bite her, a claiming bite, but she hadn’t t
hought that would be necessary…

  And his excruciatingly painful bite came with something else, a gush of heat, a jackknifing.

  He was orgasming, but it wasn’t like anything she’d felt before. It was like there was a limitless supply of semen inside of him, and he was filling her up, over and over again, both his cocks in her pussy.

  And the weirdest part… She couldn’t stop coming, either.

  He was as full inside of her as was physically possible, but she felt that warm, intoxicating heat going deeper.

  He bit harder, but she wasn’t trying to get away. She wasn’t fighting him. All she felt was orgasm after orgasm, carrying his seed deep into her core.

  Something nagged at her, an idea, a realization, but she couldn’t quite catch hold of it, because she was out of breath again.

  Koenraad’s hands caught her face, and his touch had become gentle, or at least gentle compared to the last twenty minutes.

  She raked her nails down his chest. She loved his kisses, but in a few seconds she would need air.

  He locked his lips around hers and he breathed for her like it was the most important thing in the world.

  And he kept breathing for her long after she needed him to.

  His cocks were softening, and when he pulled them out, she felt like she was dying from grief.

  Chapter 22

  Koenraad carried Monroe back into the mansion.

  She was soft and pliant in his arms. “I can walk,” she said.

  But he didn’t want to put her down.

  In fact, he wanted to keep her horizontal for as long as possible.

  He carried her up to their bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. When she started to sit up, he pushed on her sternum until she relaxed flat.

  Then he straddled her, his muscular thighs keeping her in place.

  “What happened?” she asked. “That wasn’t like before.”

  He shook his head.

  “Then what was it?”

  “You’re pregnant,” he said.

  Both her eyebrows shot up. “I most certainly am not.”