The Shark Who Rode a Seahorse (18 page)

“Don’t worry so much. We’ll be fine. We know you and Dad want to spend some alone time together.”

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Skylar felt his face flame and knew he was bright red. Byron just burst into laughter. “You little brat. You’re going to be a handful for your mate one day. Now go on, go play. We’ll come pick you up in the morning.”

Snickering, the children obeyed. Skylar hugged his friends and offered them a grateful smile. “Thank you for watching them for us.”

Carson waved a hand in the air. “You know we love them. Now get out of here. They’ll be fine with us.”

After a few more minutes of hesitation, Skylar and Byron finally left their friends’ home. Wordlessly, they started the car and began the journey home.

If Skylar wanted to be completely honest, he’d have loved to simply find the first hotel on the way, throw his clothes off, and have Byron fuck him within an inch of his life. But they’d been waiting for too long to rush this, and like Byron always said, anticipation was part of the pleasure.

Still, knowing it didn’t stop his cock from hardening merely at the thought of what would follow. He reached for Byron and pulled back when his mate arched a brow. “Behave, sweetheart. I want to reach the house in one piece.”

Skylar suppressed a sigh. He’d have loved to wrap his lips around Byron’s thick pricks, but apparently, that would have to wait. He closed his eyes and imagined himself on his knees in front of Byron, with the shark fucking his mouth. Through their bond, he sensed Byron’s arousal echoing Skylar’s own. He wasn’t entirely surprised when Byron released a frustrated groan.

“Come here this instant, little seahorse.”

Skylar didn’t wait for his mate to tell him twice. He unbuckled his seat belt and slipped between Byron’s legs. One good thing that came from the size of Byron’s vehicle was that, in spite of the shark’s large form, Skylar could still accommodate himself in the required position.

He unzipped Byron’s pants, releasing the shark’s twin pricks from their confines. He couldn’t resist the temptation the leaking tips
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represented. Without one second of hesitation, he took the two large shafts in his mouth, more than ever thankful for a seahorse’s natural suction ability.

Byron spread his legs wide, giving him space to work, and Skylar really went to town. He bobbed his head up and down the thick pricks. Byron tasted all male, like strength and the sea, the most addictive drug. Skylar didn’t even have to reach for his own cock to feel the pleasure. It echoed from Byron through their connection, as real and beautiful as the first time they’d been together.

And because Skylar needed it so much, he wanted to blow Byron’s mind. He took the thick cocks all the way into his throat, suppressing a smile when Byron groaned once again. The shark wasn’t a very vocal person, and for Skylar, knowing he could break the control of his otherwise silent mate was a huge turn-on.

Byron must have been on the edge, as well, as he suddenly lifted Skylar’s head from his pricks. “Get seated, sweetheart,” he growled.

“I need to come in your tight little ass.”

Skylar would have loved to finish what he’d started, but when Byron was like this, Skylar automatically obeyed. After another affectionate lick to the swollen heads of the two pricks, Skylar zipped his mate back up and slipped into his seat. Byron briefly pulled him in for a mind-melting kiss, his tongue thrusting inside Skylar’s mouth, claiming and bruising. When Byron released him, Skylar fumbled with the seat belt and buckled himself in. “Drive faster,” he said between pants.

And Byron did drive faster. It was only by some miracle that they didn’t get stopped by a police car since they got to their destination much earlier than they should have. They stumbled out of the car and through the house, and Skylar was, for once, uncaring of anyone who might see. Besides, at this point, he knew Byron had his staff well trained, and they were too smart to show up when Byron was busy claiming Skylar.

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Byron grabbed Skylar in his arms, and with the speed so characteristic to his kind, rushed on the staircase. In record time, they reached the bedroom, but didn’t stop there. As always, Byron knew exactly what Skylar wanted and needed, and Skylar’s entire body buzzed with desire.

Byron placed him down in the middle of the room and tore his clothes off. He moved so fast Skylar’s head spun. He didn’t know what Byron intended, as their connection was flooded with sensual images of fantasies belonging to them both. God, Skylar wanted Byron so much it hurt.

Byron pulled his hands up and tied them to a hook hanging from the ceiling. He allowed Skylar’s feet to stay on the floor, as always cautious with Skylar’s comfort. He then covered Skylar’s eyes with a blindfold, and as Skylar’s world turned black, he started falling into that headspace reserved only for their scenes. A gag went into his mouth and plugs in his ears. Skylar accepted it all. With their bond in place, he didn’t have to speak his safe word. Thinking it would suffice. And even bound and deprived of all his senses, he trusted Byron with his life and had no doubt his mate would never hurt him.

In fact, in all of their years together, Skylar had used the safe word just once, during their first encounter.

Merely remembering the time Byron had taken his virginity made Skylar feel even more aroused. His anus clenched in anticipation, his skin sizzled with desire, and his cock throbbed in need. Byron was moving around now. Skylar could feel it, even if not through his senses, but through his bond with the shark.

Because of that bond, he knew the moment Byron selected the tool he would use on Skylar. As always, Byron took his time, and he seemed to be purposely trying to focus on something else so as to keep Skylar out of the loop. It was disconcerting and somewhat frustrating, but Byron always had his own way to do things. Skylar forced himself to calm down and just breathe.

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When the blow came, it took only a part of him by surprise.

Skylar had almost forgotten the true feel of the pain Byron delivered, and the way the shark made Skylar’s body sing. It hurt, no doubt about it, but in that ache, Skylar found a pleasure that couldn’t be compared with anything else.

The second and the third hits fell, and Skylar drifted into that state of consciousness where all else faded but the two of them. For him, the whip Byron wielded with such expertise was like a knife that cut through the very fabric of his reality. With each delivered blow, it made the bond between them feel like the only palpable thing in existence. The physical darkness caused by the blindfold melted into something different. Skylar could see and feel at a different level, in his mind and his soul, where the deepest truths of his life hid.

It felt so good, so amazing, that tears started streaming down Skylar’s face. He was trembling with the need to come, aching for it with every atom of his body.

He didn’t know how long Byron made him float at the boundary between pleasure and pain. At last, when Skylar thought he would definitely lose his mind, Byron’s voice slipped through their connection,
“Come.”

It was enough. With a soundless cry, Skylar exploded, his body writhing in the throes of a climax so intense he thought he would die.

He only distantly felt his mate release him from the chain, trapped in the pleasure, riding it and accepting what his mate offered.

When he began to recover, he found himself facedown on the spanking bench that was one of Byron’s favorite tools. “Feeling better, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Sir,” Skylar replied, and as he spoke, he realized Byron had also removed the gag, the earplugs, and the blindfold.

“All right. Now relax and don’t move.”

Skylar did as he was told and waited on the comfortable bench.

Byron’s slick hands swept over his body, soothing his hurts with the ointment the shark used after every session. But Byron didn’t stop
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there. Two fingers prodded at Skylar’s hole and pushed inside, breaching the resistance of the guardian muscles.

Skylar did his best to obey his master, but his body was greedy for the invasion. He pushed back against the digits, aching to be filled.

“I said don’t move,” Byron chastised. “It seems you still haven’t had enough punishment.”

Skylar trembled at the dark promise in Byron’s voice. Byron tsked and caressed the curve of his ass. The fingers left Skylar’s body, and he cried out in protest, already feeling the emptiness. Before Skylar even knew what was going on, Byron moved around him and strapped him down to the bench. This time, he forwent the blindfold, so Skylar could see the shark browsing through his selection of toys.

In spite of his previous orgasm, he couldn’t contain his lust. His cock had gone rock hard once again. Thankfully, he wasn’t left waiting for too long. Byron returned, carrying a butt plug, a paddle, and some lubricant. He slicked up the toy and displayed it for Skylar to see. “Do you want it, little seahorse?”

“Yes, Sir,” Skylar replied meekly. He wanted that and so much more. He yearned to feel his mate’s cock inside of him, to have his master and lover pound him into oblivion.

He knew Byron could see into his thoughts and had nothing to hide. He was not surprised, however, when Byron simply arched a brow at him. “We’ll see.”

Byron went around the spanking bench, and instants later, Skylar felt the slick toy prodding against his hole. He bit his lip to squash the urge to push back against it like he’d done with Byron’s fingers. In the end, his mate didn’t torture him as he might have deserved. The toy slid in, deliciously brushing against Skylar’s prostate. Skylar clenched his fists, hoping his lover would ignore the tiny motion.

God, it was so good, and yet, not nearly enough.

Byron must have heard his thoughts, as he chuckled. “Always so insatiable.”

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He left the toy in and pressed a kiss to Skylar’s nape. “Don’t worry, little seahorse. I’ll give you what you need.”

Byron’s gravel-filled voice drugged Skylar’s senses, so when the first blow of the paddle fell, it somehow still surprised him, even if he’d expected it. He gasped as the hit jostled the butt plug inside him.

“Sir, please…”

But Byron didn’t let up. Over and over, he struck Skylar’s ass, strips of fire burning Skylar inside out. With his prostate stimulated by the toy and his body in the throes of sensual torture, Skylar was already on the brink of another orgasm.

“Please,” he begged again. “Fuck me.”

Miraculously, Byron’s relentless blows stopped. The toy disappeared out of his ass, and in a flash, it was replaced by Byron’s two cocks. It all happened so fast that Skylar completely lost control.

He went wild, bucking under Byron, doing his best to fuck himself on Byron’s prick.

But as always, Byron gave him what he needed. He rode Skylar hard in a staccato rhythm, making the spanking bench creak alarmingly in protest. In, out, in, out, he filled Skylar to the brink, his two pricks reaching every single inch of Skylar’s sensitive passage.

At last, Skylar felt complete.

Just when Skylar thought it couldn’t get any better, Byron leaned over him and buried his fangs in his neck. Their connection sparkled even brighter than before, and Skylar screamed Byron’s name as he once again found his peak.

Wet heat filled his anus when Byron climaxed as well, and with the shark’s ecstasy flooding their connection, Skylar could no longer withstand the onslaught. His mind short-circuited, and he actually blacked out for a little.

He didn’t know how long he was out. It must have been a few good minutes because when he opened his eyes again, his mate had already wiped him down and carried him to the bedroom.

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Skylar had no words for what had just happened between them.

He just hugged Byron tight, amazed at how he’d found the man that suited him in every way.

“The feeling’s completely mutual,” Byron said.

They shared another sweet kiss and then Byron murmured, “Go to sleep. Tomorrow we have to go pick up the kids.”

Skylar smiled, contentment filling him. Leaning against Byron’s chest, he closed his eyes and surrendered to slumber.

* * * *

The next morning, they woke up bright and early, feeling refreshed. Even if the delicious sores had vanished courtesy of Skylar’s shape-shifter nature, he could still sense the lingering trace of Byron’s cocks inside him. But beyond the need that had been satisfied, Skylar found that nothing had really changed. They still completed each other’s sentences and talked with their minds. They still shared secret smiles over coffee and brief kisses before having to start the day.

Truly, Skylar knew now that while he needed the sex, what he mostly yearned for was the companionship and the closeness he’d only ever found with Byron.

As they drove toward Shiloh’s, Skylar couldn’t help but think that he’d been so very lucky. With everything that had happened, he could have lost Byron so many times. The mere thought scared him.

“Don’t even think about it anymore,” Byron said. “It didn’t happen, and it never will.”

Skylar nodded, reassured at the words. Time seemed to fly during their drive, and faster than Skylar even expected, they reached his friend’s home. Byron parked his car and they both left the vehicle.

As they headed toward the house, the heard a male voice shout,

“You little bastard. I’m going to kick your ass.”

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Layton came bursting out of the house with Corbin trailing behind him. For a seahorse, Layton was quite fast, and he wisely chose to come toward Skylar and Byron. He hid behind Skylar, clinging to him as Corbin reached their side.

“What happened?” Skylar inquired, a bit concerned.

Corbin pointed at the motorcycle parked next to the house. Skylar hadn’t originally seen it as it had been sheltered by the trees. “He tore my tires.”