Kissing the Shark (Maritime Monsters #1)

Chapter 23- Karlo

CHAPTER 23- KARLO

“WHEN YOU SAID you wanted some privacy, I meant back at my place. Or yours.” Clad in my life vest, I look down at the sandy shore. Razorjaw pushes the paddleboat until it stops, and then saunters onto the sand. I turn around and grin.

“This is where we can have the most privacy.” As usual, he looks so sexy in his hybrid form, and a hundred dirty thoughts flicker through my mind. If his smile is any indication, he’s ready to take things to the next level, as well.

“Where are we?” After hopping out of the boat, I turn around and gaze at the mainland in the distance. We’re a few miles from Wavecrush Cove, but getting here was simple when a six-foot-plus stallion of a monster is pushing you forward.

“This island is a haven for sharks.”

“Really?” I shuck off the life vest and pick up my backpack. My budget for beachwear—including the aquatic trousers, shirt, and shoes I’m donning—has certainly skyrocketed in the past month. But I can barely feel the pebbles underneath my feet, so it’s all worth it. I take his hand and walk a few meters down the tiny beach.

It’s been a week since Razorjaw came back to me. Forgiveness isn’t so difficult when your boyfriend fights off an army of sharks to save your life. Of course, me, Ardsley, and Skyler don’t tell Emma any of this. She was more than happy to ignore his resignation and allow him back at work. Professionally, we’re treating it as if he took a whole week of sick days. Our breakup doesn’t need to be advertised to the rest of the Institute.

And now, we finally have an evening off. I didn’t want to do any research; I thought we were going to have sex on a beach, so I brought supplies. But I guess my boyfriend is taking me on a tour of a remote island.

“Very much so,” he says. We walk past a clearing, and I notice a sandy delta of water leading out past the shore.

“Why here?”

“Is it not obvious? This land is small, so desolate, it is largely untouched by human life.”

“That is true,” I say, swatting away a giant branch. “Only a shark man and his crazy boyfriend would ever come here.”

We walk a few more yards, and the sandy inlet becomes clearer and more shallow. The afternoon sun on my cheeks is filtered by the canopy above. The trees are lighter and more narrow than on the mainland. When I gaze at the roots, I notice them sprouting out of clear waters, and it strikes me.

“This is an estuary!”

“Yes.” Razorjaw stops moving and turns around, his tail wagging along. He pulls me closer and wraps me in his arms. “This…is where sharks mate.”

“Oh wow,” I murmur, looking to the side. My biologist brain won’t turn off, and I try to spot any movement in the shallow waters.

“And I want us to make love here.”

“What?” I pull back and look at him incredulously.

“We do not have to.” His grin is suddenly sheepish. “Only if you want to.” He looks down at the sand, forlornly. Of course—he’s a virgin, and he’s lived with sharks, so today is supposed to be a big deal for him.

“Oh!” The shock wears off. “Oh, um…sure?”

“I only want you to be comfortable.” The shark man slides up behind me and kisses my neck. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course.” My eyelids flutter when he kisses that most sensitive spot. I’m a goner for this monster stud.

“Then you are interested?”

“Yes, sir. I brought supplies.” I put my bag down on what I deem to be the dryest spot then step forward. “I know we, um…don’t need condoms.”

“Because we both got tested a few days ago, as you instructed.”

I grin at him and try not to feel too flattered by the hungry look in his eye. He may be hiding his erection underneath his groin skin flap, but his tail wagging lets me know how excited he is. Is my man a shark or a puppy?

“And I prepared myself down there before our little excursion.” I take his hand and guide his body until he cradles me. “Just in case…”

“And I am enthralled by my mate’s anal preparations,” he murmurs. He kisses me, and I laugh.

“Dude! Don’t say it like that.”

“But that is what you meant by that euphemism!” We’re both in hysterics as we hold each other and kiss. He not-so-subtly tries to claw my shirt off, and I walk backward.

“Yeah, but people never talk about anal prep. Not in sexy books or romance movies.”

“You will have to teach me about those movies,” he purrs. He is so damn horny, and with all his might, pulls the tight shirt from me. “But today, I want us to partake in a different activity.”

He kisses me slowly, and I groan into his mouth. Okay, playtime is over, I need to get naked. I reluctantly pry myself off him and say, “Lube.”

I dash to my bag, get the bottle, and then shuck my trousers off. When I return to the one-foot-deep estuary, Razorjaw is lying back.

And he’s stroking his hard-on. Even in his hybrid form, his cock is a thing of beauty. I splay myself on top of him and we proceed to make out. The sunlight hardly breaks through the trees, and it’s so, so quiet without humans. I can get used to being intimate with Razorjaw here.

I pull off his sweet lips. “That reminds me.”

“What?” he whines. His cock pokes me below, begging me to get down to business, and I’m hard too. But I need to establish a boundary.

“You said this estuary is where sharks mate.”

“Yes. And that is what we are doing.” He catches my chin and kisses me, then I pull off again.

“But what if a shark comes by and like…wa tches us?” I grimace, and, after three seconds, he nods in understanding.

“One moment.” He gets up, and I sit back in the sand, the water up to my hips. He shifts into his shark form and splashes into the water. His great white form is massive, and the estuary water doesn’t even cover him. He can’t even swim, simply flopping forward, toward the other roots. I laugh at the sight of my mate belly-crawling through the shallow water.

Then he roars, and bubbles plop around him. In the next moment, he’s back to hybrid form. He sprints back to me, his shark cock bouncing all the way. I finish fingering myself with the lube and he eyes me in delight. In a blur, he’s on top of me, and I giggle at his eagerness. I spread my legs and he leans forward between knees to kiss my chin.

“What did you say?” I ask, tittering in excitement as he kisses my neck.

“I made sure no shark would disturb us. I warned them all off.”

“I can’t believe you can just command other sharks like that.” He kisses down the middle of my chest, and I become rock-hard. “Animal-speak sounds anthropologically fascinating.”

“I cannot believe you are discussing anthropology when I want to make love,” he purrs. Razorjaw kisses down my tenuous abs, and I chuckle at his horny tone.

“There’s just so much about you I want to know.” I huff as he tongues my belly button. I grab his broad shoulders and my head tips back into the shallow water.

“I want to know what it feels like…” He kisses back up and sucks in my left nipple, ca using me to gasp. “To mate with you in the sand, Karlo Castillo.”

I’ve gone blind with pleasure. I can barely see the tall trees as my toes curl. There could be a hundred sharks watching us right now for all I care. I need him in every way.

“I see your point and have decided you raise some valid concerns, Mr. Shaughnessy— ahh !” I rasp when he sucks my other nipple into his mouth. I pull him off and nod. “Please. Please get inside me, RJ.”

He kisses me chastely. “For you, my beloved mate, anything.” He pushes me over until I’m on my right side. I wonder what he’s doing, but before I can ask, he lifts my left leg up.

“What are— ohh .” A dull pressure pushes under my balls, but it’s no finger I’ve ever experienced. I look down to discover the sensation down there, something unfamiliar.

Oh my monster god.

His shark tail fin. It’s in my ass.

I’ve been rimmed before, but it’s not my thing. This is different, though. The very tip of his tail preps me further. I’m lubed up with water splashing up and down my side. And of course, a shark tail going to town on my hole.

“Holy…holy…oh fuck.” My voice comes out in spurts as water splashes around me. When RJ kisses my neck, I go blind with pleasure again. This island, hell, this ocean is our domain today. We’re the only two beings on the planet right now.

“Are you ready, my love?”

“Oh fuck yes please,” I rasp.

“I love you, Karlo.” He moves my body up and angles himself. My man isn’t exactly little, but I prepared myself. And his shark-tail-prepping maneuver also certainly loosened me up.

But nothing prepares me for that first thrust. Lube and water mix, making for a smooth glide through my first ring.

“Oh…oh…” I’m hiccupping air again. All the while, Razorjaw holds me in his strong blue arms.

“Do you wish for me to stop?” His breath is huffing, but I know he wants it.

“No…hell, no…fuck me, shark man.” He hums into my next, and I feel the vibration down to my balls. When he kisses my neck, a groan escapes my lips. All I feel is Razorjaw. He tweaks my nipple and I gasp. Then, he goes all the way in.

“Ooh.” My long, drawn-out moan of pleasure is interrupted by him pulling almost all the way out. Then, he gradually glides it back in. “Oh, baby,” I say through gritted teeth.

Bottoming hurts. Bottoming for someone massive hurts more. But damn do I like it.

“You good?”

“Yes,” I whisper. I push back and add, “Now fuck me, RJ.”

He growls and thrusts again, and it has me seeing stars. When he kisses my neck, he clamps down hard. Then, he firmly grasps my hips. In and out he goes, using my body for his carnal pleasure, just like he’s wanted for so long.

And that’s how we have anal sex for the first time, in the inland waters of a remote island. My shark boyfriend is fucking me in the sand and water. We go on and on for what feels like an eternity. He hits that perfect spot inside me, and I get harder.

“Yes…yes…” I rasp.

“Mmm…” He moans into my skin, never letting his kiss leave my neck. His hands switch between my chest, hi ps, and cock. He thrusts and thrusts, and I’m so full . I’m so utterly filled with Razorjaw, and I love it.

We splash around, fucking, grunting, gasping, and muttering obscenities. His thrusts alternate between slow and rapid pace. His breathing is ragged, and his hands are digging deeper into my flesh. With his mouth clamped on me, I think I’m going to have hickeys for days, but how can I care? This glorious shark man has made me his mate in the waters where other sharks conceive.

I want him forever.

After another minute of slamming into me, he begins to hyperventilate on my neck. The mere idea of him orgasming has me harder than before. My cock is leaking precum, and water cascades onto my face. I know what’s coming, so I bring my one hand around to the top of his head.

Caressing his dorsal fin, I chant, “Give it to me, Razorjaw. My mate…”

Those last two words set him off, and he fucks me faster, rougher, harder. He’s gone feral, and I almost fear I have to stop him. But a moment later, he freezes up, and I feel his cock swell.

When Razorjaw shoots inside me, I’m forever changed. It’s majestic, knowing he came inside me. I’m warm all over, inside and out, and panting from the pleasurable ride. Of course, the monster behind me is gasping, trying to catch his breath as well.

After he pulls out, he holds me close. As I leak into the water, I expect my boyfriend to collapse, as men tend to do. But no, he grabs my aching cock and gently strokes. After ten seconds, I clamp my eyes and fuck into his fist.

“Yes…yes, Karlo…” he chants in my ear.

Just hearing him sends shivers down my spine. I climax, letting it all out, making a mess out of both of us.

My brain has whited out in pleasure. That was transcendent.

We spend the next thirty minutes just lazily cuddling on the sandy bank. The flowing estuary makes cleanup a breeze. The trees occasionally sway above us, and it truly feels like we’re alone in the world. Razorjaw cuddles me close the whole time, occasionally peppering kisses to the top of my head. I fade in and out of napping. I should be on high alert, being naked in what is basically the wilderness, but I don’t need to be.

I’m safe. Razorjaw makes me feel safe.

“Thank you,” he mutters against my scalp.

“I should be thanking you,” I say in a drowsy slur. “You fucked me good.”

We both giggle and I hold his arms around me.

“I have always dreamed of mating here. But it never felt right with other sharks.”

“Because you’re not a shark. And you’re not just a human either.” I hold him closer. “You’re my mate. My monster. My love.”

“And you are mine.”

I yawn and trace my fingers over his blue skin. “Don’t leave me again, okay, RJ? Please…don’t…”

“I never will,” he whispers. “I will never make that mistake again. You are my mate, and that will never change.”

When he says those words, my soul finds a peace I’ve never known. For the first time in my life, I am someone’s everything. I know exactly where I belong: right here, in the water, with Razorjaw.