Shark Bite (Cyborg Shifters Book 3) Page 16

  “But what about the game?” Janet slapped at his chest. Rylie watched them as they headed for the interior.

  “The real game is about to begin.”

  The top deck became silent and that silence only made her more aware. She stiffly got up from Netto's lap and moved to sit across from him. He was watching her when she found the courage enough to look up at him.

  “You don't drink?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “It does nothing for me.”

  She licked her lips. “Oh...”

  He didn't say anything else and she began to look around, hoping to find something to subdue the tension between them. Her eyes landed on the giant head that bobbed at the back of the ship. It glowed with iridescence from the white light.

  “Did Zeph want the trophy to impress my sister?”

  “Yes.”

  She canted her head. “If he's trying to court her, it won't work.”

  “Why not?”

  “She's a siren. I don't think there is a man or woman in this universe who could hold Janet's attention for more than a few days. She's been given more than a head of a monster for her affection.” A strangled cry came up from below. Rylie looked away from the head and back toward the interior as the cries began to build. She exhaled the pressure in her chest.

  “Does it impress you?”

  Netto seemed unfazed by the sounds of sex below them.

  “Yes... No... Maybe?” Her thoughts were scattered, punctuated by what was happening between Janet and Zeph. “Yes, because the beast was impressive, no, because it was dangerous to go after it and I would've preferred you here sooner. I was worried. So I guess,” she swallowed when the sounds of banging increased. “So it's a maybe.”

  She suddenly wanted to be anywhere else in the universe than sitting across from Netto as the sounds only grew bolder. She didn't think this evening could get any more awkward but it did and it had, and now her foot was tapping and her muscles were tense, ready to choose fight or flight. She peered at the water longingly and wished it was safe enough for her to jump into and swim away.

  “I thought so. What happens if you don't follow the rules of truth or dare?”

  Rylie frowned, confused. “You lose the game? You make the others upset? I'm not exactly sure.”

  Netto leaned forward and grasped her hand. Rylie started but remained in her seat.

  “You were dared to sit in my lap all night.” He held her gaze and she didn't know if she heard him correctly. He tugged on her hand and with the last remnants of the alcohol in her system, she allowed him to maneuver her back into his lap. This time, his arms went around her.

  “I don't want you to lose the game,” he said softly against the top of her head.

  She was pressed up against his muscled chest, her cheek against the velvet rock of his upper torso. Her sister screamed. “I don't want to lose the game either.”

  Netto picked her up and walked up the stairs to the top deck, further away from the noises below. The mist churned around them, creating a bubble of their own. The lights were dimmer, giving the space an illusion of privacy. He sat them down at the farthest point possible and tucked a towel around her shoulders.

  They sat for some time listening to the waves.

  “This is nice,” she said.

  “Yes.”

  “Netto...”

  “Hmm?”

  Rylie shifted in his lap, emboldened by the makeshift seclusion around them. “Will you kiss me?” She inhaled his scent and pulled away to look at his lips.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Rylie waited for him to answer.

  Her eyes roved over the straining muscles of his chest and the bulging ones of his arms. His wounds were white and healing—a stark contrast against his blue skin.

  “I want to kiss you,” she whispered and hoped.

  The air was thick between them, making it harder to breathe. It was pervasive. The hands on her back and leg twitched and yet she couldn't tear her gaze away from his mouth.

  “Then kiss me,” his voice low and authoritative. It made her body flush.

  “I want to do more than kiss you,” she added quickly, leaning in before he could respond. Netto didn't move as she pressed her lips to his, he didn’t push her away.

  It was softer and sweeter than their first kiss. She kissed his bottom lip; it was thick and soft between her own and she couldn't help but nip it between her teeth. It tasted of salt and something more that she couldn't describe, possibly metal forged-in-fire or well-used machinery. It was Netto and she became addicted.

  Rylie moved in his lap until she straddled him, rising up onto her knees so she could get closer to his face. As she continued to brush her lips against his, her hands slid up his arms and over the long length of his shoulders to cup his neck.

  Netto remained still beneath her except for his hands, which settled on her hips. She wanted to move on top of his groin and she knew he wanted to press her there, but neither of them took that next step.

  He was taut, the muscles in his thighs hardened, his biceps expanded. The restrained power he radiated should’ve concerned her, should’ve slowed her down, but she didn’t want to stop. Rylie wanted to retake the moment they had shared with their first kiss and reclaim it, she trusted him to control his strength.

  So she kissed him and kissed him some more and kissed him until it wasn't enough. Rylie wished she had the same courage as her sister, the self-assurance of the siren.

  Netto's hand moved up her back as she continued to peck his lips with tiny kisses of her own. He grabbed her hair and the prickles of her scalp sent shockwaves of lust straight to her apex. She gasped as his hold on her strengthened and the heat between them grew closer to that place where all control was lost. She felt in charge.

  She felt empty and needy and small. She broke the kiss and took a deep breath. The air did nothing to fill her. Nothing would be enough to fill her but the dangerously sweet Cyborg she straddled.

  “I want more.” She slowly moved her hands to his chest, watching him, waiting for his response.

  “How much more?” The emptiness inside of her blazed and it made her hungry. Netto glanced down at her lips and his nostrils flared. Rylie shuffled a little closer against him, the tight swim trunks he wore not loose enough to hide the rising bulge of his erection between them.

  She swallowed her pride—her embarrassment—and answered him. “I want you inside of me,” she whispered. “I don't want to be a virgin anymore.”

  His fingers dug into her sides, the barriers of clothing between them the only thing stopping her from continuing.

  She wished she could know everything that was going through his head. She knew he wanted her, if his erection was any indication. She wished she knew how much he wanted her. If his want equaled her own.

  “I'm too big. There would be pain. We’re not compatible.” Rylie glanced down at his erection between them and shook her head.

  “I want to try anyway.” She would beg if she had to. “First time’s going to be painful regardless of who it is. I want it to be with you.”

  “Why?” His hands cupped her cheeks and he guided her gaze back to his.

  “Because you want me,” she answered truthfully.

  “Is that all?” His eyes narrowed.

  She struggled for a moment to find the right words. “No, that's not all. I want you because you make me feel safe. You’re strong. You make me feel special. I don't feel like I'm just part of the background with you. I want you because you want me and no one has wanted me before. You intimidate me but you don't frighten me.” She pressed her fingers into his skin. “And you look like an immovable pillar, a stone, and that illusion of stability makes me want you. You won't hurt me, not intentionally. That’s why I want you— you to be my first. And I want you, Netto.” Rylie felt breathless and a little shaky after her confession.

  “And what if we try and it doesn't work out?” Netto asked, his voic
e hoarse with tension. She had a feeling he was barely holding on, barely stopping himself from igniting whatever was between them. She hoped so. “I will never, would never let another man touch you. I mean...” He stopped before continuing. “If we try and I can't give you what you want, it would only hurt us more in the end.”

  “You'll go slow, very slow until our bodies adjust. The first time doesn't have to be the only time,” she urged.

  Rylie had no idea where her boldness had come from. She leaned up and placed another soft kiss against his mouth. Netto's fingers threaded through her hair, pressing her forehead against his.

  “We...can try,” Netto whispered against her lips. It made her shiver; it was the only thing she wanted. It seemed they were both uncertain.

  “Yes.” She kissed him again. His eyes flared as his fingers combed down her hair, before settling around her waist.

  “We don't have much time. Anyone could find us.”

  Rylie inhaled and moved her hands down from his chest and over his abs. They hovered at the waistband of his pants. She had only gotten a glimpse of his dick before when she caught him in her bedroom and she didn’t trust her adrenaline infused memories of that moment. He was big, she knew, but now how big.

  “Can I see it?”

  Netto shifted and moved his hands to hers, pulling down the material.

  She finally understood why he felt the way he did. It made her want to try all the more.

  “I didn't believe you,” she laughed softly and swallowed down her uneasiness until the feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. His girth was large, alarmingly so. Her sex clenched.

  His dick sprung up between them, stiff and dark, midnight blue, the only part of his body that was such a shade. Her mouth watered.

  “You’re huge,” she said.

  “Yes.” His voice was strained.

  The thick tip of him sprouted out a small dribble of clear cum, and with it, a tangy smell. Rylie lifted her hand beside his shaft but didn't touch him. Instead, she tried to figure out his length.

  “You're a hand and a half. How large is it, fully erect? Please tell me you’re as large as you can be...” She clenched her fists before wiping her damp palms on the blanket.

  “I am fully erect. My length isn’t what I’m worried about.”

  Rylie twitched. He was worried about his girth.

  “I don't want to hurt you,” Netto continued.

  “I don't want to hurt you either. Even if it fits, it may be too tight. I don't want to strangle you.” The words poured out. “I want to try. Please.”

  Let me make my own mistakes.

  His hands came up and gripped her hair. Rylie gasped as another squirt of precum beaded from his tip. Netto lifted her face until their eyes locked. Hers widened as his razor-sharp teeth were bared for her to see; a strangled rasp hissed through them. It made him look demonic, even horrific. It made him bizarrely handsome and deadly. She wanted to have power over such a predator and bring him to his knees.

  “I want you to strangle me,” he said, his voice low and deep. “I wanted to sink my teeth into your flesh and feast on your blood. But I don't want to hurt you.”

  His words made her breathless and her skin hot. She wasn't sure if what he said should have been taken as a threat, but as she stared at his mouth, his lips open and wet, she could see a handful of sharp teeth, and knew he meant as exactly as he said.

  She wiped her sweaty palms on the blanket again.

  “You wouldn't really bite me would you?”

  “No,” he said, releasing her hair.

  Rylie lifted her hands back to his chest if only to keep the connection between them. He was stiff under her fingertips, hard and predatory.

  “I don't think I'd survive a love bite from you,” she said, her lips creeping up into a small smile. “You don't want to eat me, do you?”

  Netto squeezed her waist and the heat of his touch burned her with anticipation. Rylie kept glancing down at his cock and then his eyes, as they both held equal sway over her. His erection remained a heady barrier between them. There was a need inside her to be mounted on the bulge inches away from her core.

  “You wouldn't and I don't want to eat you. It's not like that.” His eyes said anything but.

  “I'm glad,” she laughed softly. She wasn't sure what to do next and it seemed that Netto didn't want to hold a conversation. But neither of them made a move. She warred with herself to do it, to touch him, to lean up and kiss him again. To wrap her hands around his shaft and press a kiss to his tip. But she didn't have the courage and as the silence lengthened between them. Rylie didn't have the strength to fight off the awkwardness. Her fingers twitched on his chest and she could swear that she heard the joints creak from the strain.

  “What now?”

  Rylie cocked her head and pursed her lips.

  He shifted until they were nearly chest to chest, making her look up to keep their gaze locked.

  “Whatever you want.” It came out low and filled with promise. Reckless promise.

  “Let go of me.”

  His fingers dug into her skin and he closed his eyes before he loosened his hold enough for her to stand. Rylie glanced down to see his fists clenched on either side of his lap.

  “Whatever I want? You promise?”

  “Yes,” Netto answered with a rasp. The butterflies melted into amber and they burned her from the inside out. Rylie took a deep breath, gripped her shirt, and pulled it over her head. She tucked her fingers into her shorts and shimmied out of them, taking her underwear along with it.

  He didn't move. She held his gaze. Her bra went next.

  “You promise?” she asked again.

  His eyes flashed blue, and not the light blue that she was used to, but a dark, deep indigo blue, a royal blue that emphasized the strong features of his face. They cast enough light to illuminate her skin.

  “I promise.” His tongue came out and licked his lips. She put her hands on his shoulders and climbed back onto his lap.

  She knew she was average, all-around average, perfectly ordinary, but she felt like the most beautiful woman in the universe in that moment. Netto was being so gentle, yielding, and it made her comfortable.

  Netto would keep his promise to allow her to set the pace. He would never do anything to hurt her.

  Her lips touched his in a whisper of a kiss, light and airy, soft and slow. She savored the taste of him until he slid his hands along her body and across her naked back. His fingers were hot as they caressed up her spine, over her shoulders, then back down, leaving warm trails behind.

  She touched her forehead to his chest as he began to knead some of her aches away.

  “That feels good.”

  Rylie leaned further into her Cyborg and pressed her chest against his. His hands stilled on her back. She was killing both of them with her ineptitude. Everything about her hurt, her muscles, joints, and tendons were on fire and it wasn’t medicine she needed nor wanted. It was the blue Cyborg she straddled.

  She closed her eyes and moved her hands down his abs, her nails scraping over the outlines of healing flesh until they descended to his pelvis. Netto didn’t move. Her hands hovered over his erection. Rylie looked down between them, her hair in wavy strands on either side of her cheeks.

  Her sex clenched and tingled as she stared at Netto’s enormous erection. The tip pointed upward and leaned against his lower stomach. Netto was right. Despite being endowed with a length she never thought humanly possible, his girth presented the real challenge. Rylie took hold of it with one hand. He shuddered and ground out a moan when she squeezed her fingers together, trying to make the tips of them touch.

  They didn’t.

  “Does it hurt?” She loosened her grip and his muscles flexed.

  “No.”

  Rylie squeezed again. His body tensed. Enjoying his reaction, she ran her hand up its length and cupped his tip before sliding her hand back down.

  His skin was warm and smooth, a
nd unlike the rest of his body, his erection had subtle grooves of veins. Rylie couldn’t look at him, if she did, her nervousness would shatter the moment. She focused her attention on the mission at hand.

  She was embarrassed to meet his gaze even though he trembled. Sweat coated her brow and she clenched her thighs to ease the tingle between them, but that only made it worse. She was so empty and so ready to be full.

  Rylie held his erection and shifted off his legs so she could lean down to place her mouth on his swollen tip. Her knees hit the floor and his legs spread to give her room. Netto pulled her head back, his hand fisted in her hair.

  “You don't have to do this.”

  “I know,” she rasped. His eyes flashed blue before they became a muted grey. Netto held her there, forcing her to look at him, but she didn't let it deter her. She gripped the base of the shaft and leaned it down, allowing the tip of it to glide across her cheek.

  Netto's eyes flared blue again and she smiled. She felt sexy and a little unnerved with how much she was enjoying herself. She pressed her legs together and the folds of her sex slipped against each other.

  Rylie continued to move his cock around and rub it against the sides of her face. His jaw swayed back and forth, grinding his teeth together, his eyes narrowed. He released her hair but his hand remained.

  She pumped her hand back up, silently thanking him, and squeezed his tip just before she brushed it over her dry lips. They moistened with his precum and her tongue dashed out and licked it away.

  She pursed her mouth. “You taste like butter.”

  “Sorry.”

  “No, it's good,” she whispered. “I like butter.”

  Rylie didn't hear his reply. She steadied her nerves and took him into her mouth. A moan escaped her throat as she accommodated to his size.

  It was difficult, the taste and leather hard feel of him overwhelming. She couldn't quite get comfortable and worked her mouth, looking for an angle that would allow her to suck him, but his girth slid across her teeth.

  “I'm sorry! I think I bit you. I'm sorry about my teeth. Never done this before.”

  Netto grabbed the back of her head and pushed her mouth back onto him. Rylie squeaked before taking him in, forcing the angle, and gagged. She did her best to relax her jaw despite his movement. Her eyes watered. The ship rocked beneath them, swaying to the movement of slow sex. It strengthened her need. Liquid heat gathered between her legs and her breasts ached.