Free Blood in the Water by Cleo Peitsche Page A

spurs were out, and he couldn’t make them go back in without an orgasm.
    She’d made her bed, and now they were both going to have to lie in it.
    He yanked her hips toward him. The smooth head of one erection sought her slick wetness. She would gasp, lose air, so he kept his mouth over hers while he fed one rigid cock into her channel.
    She gasped as predicted. Her nails clawed into his biceps, and it felt so good that he nearly thrust recklessly into her ass.
    He’d had no time to fill her bloodstream with endorphins, and that was his fault. He should have predicted that she’d get her way. Should have had time to prepare her with some thorough fucking and a whole bunch of orgasms.
    He went deep, all the way inside her pussy. He didn’t pull his hips back because he didn’t want to cut her.  
    His other cock, however, was doing damage at the moment. Koenraad could smell the sweet scent of her blood as his cock ripped against her soft thigh, her buttocks.
    She was cringing a little.
    This wasn’t a situation he’d ever anticipated being in, but there was only one course of action to follow.
    He wrapped his hand over his second cock. There. Now she was protected from him. Well, except for the cock buried in her pussy.  
    She was silken and welcoming around him, and even though he was barely moving, he felt her pussy start to tighten.
    He wanted to fuck her.
    But instead, he realized he’d have to do something else. Because he couldn’t tear up her body, not without the endorphins. Otherwise she’d be in agony until the aphrodisiacs in his spurs kicked in. They’d only mated once before, and he needed the first few times to be perfect or he’d put her off it forever.
    And he needed to be fast, before the mating urge took his choice away.
    So he pressed deeper, and he held her to him.
    Her hips moved slightly—she was orgasming—and Koenraad relaxed just enough control to ruin the evening for them both.  
    There was no pleasure in his climax. It was just a physiological release, nothing more, and thank goodness for that or he would have been rocking into her.
    She didn’t immediately realize what had happened; as his cock began to soften, the spurs retracted, and her hips twisted against his.  
    It was almost amusing, though he knew she’d be pissed once she figured it out. And that was going to happen… any second now.
    Yeah. There it was.
    She pulled away from his mouth to stare at him. Except she obviously couldn’t see anything in the darkness; she was looking at his hair, not his eyes.
    He pulled her close, pressed a kiss to her temple.
    As he swam up, he knew he was going to get an earful. Still, he couldn’t help but grin. Monroe liked tempting the shark, but she hadn’t planned on the man being stronger than the beast.
    They broke through the surface. The storm hadn’t abated, and Koenraad knew it was going to be a long night. The next day would be interesting. Trees would be down, parts of the island would be well flooded.
    He brought Monroe to shore, and he carried her out of the angry waves because he didn’t want her to get knocked over.
    As he set her on the ground, she brushed locks of tangled hair out of her eyes. He loved looking at her when she was drenched like this, her dark lashes like ink, her cheeks healthy and reddened.
    She looked up at him and smiled a little shyly.
    He frowned. He’d expected any reaction but that.
    Her smile froze. “Ohmigosh, you think I’m laughing at you,” she said in an anxious rush, her fingers over her mouth. “I’m not. Koenraad, it’s fine. I don’t mind.”
    “You’re not upset?”
    She shook her head a little too fast, like she was hiding something, and Koenraad’s eyes narrowed. “Not upset at all,” she insisted. “It could happen to anyone.”
    “To anyone…”
    “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
    Suddenly, he understood. He threw back his head and roared with laughter until his entire body shook.
    “Ok, now I’m getting