His To Break

by Dani Wyatt

  I shift my body between her open thighs, tear off my shirt, and drop to my knees.

  I hover above her opening, drawing in the deepest breath of my life. Making her scent part of me. I would make her part of my fucking DNA if I could.

  I bring down my fingers hard onto her open folds with a smack. Her back arches, and a yelp breaks from her lips as her head turns sideways.

  I explode down then, my mouth open, taking in as much of her pussy as I can in one moment. Her hips drive upward at the contact, and I dig my fingers into her hips, pulling her hard into my face.

  Nothing about me is quiet now. I’m snarling and snapping my teeth, my lips, as I attack all her soft, pink folds.

  I’m braced on my elbows as she writhes and twists, my tongue licking up and down, side to side, taking in every texture and flavor of her I can get in the shortest amount of time. She runs through me like a hurricane.

  Her flavor was made just for me. My own personal drug. And I’m addicted beyond reason in the first second her juices spread over my tongue.

  I withdraw, bringing down my palm with another smack at her wide-open pink gash. I need to hear the yelp and release some of the fury bubbling just under the surface.

  “You like that?” I growl as her pussy gushes, and I shove a finger upward into her soaking opening.

  She moans, and I come back to suck on her clit, ravaging it with my tongue and pinching it with my lips. I’m a wild animal, gorging myself after being starved for years. Her hips are pumping up and into me as I grunt and growl, desperate for her release in my mouth.

  My cock is aching for her. But I won’t allow it to have its release. Not yet. I need this. Her cum needs to become part of me. I need her addicted to what I give her. What I allow her.

  Then what I can also keep from her.

  Gratitude flows through me as her climax breaks, and she floods my mouth with the sweetest taste of my life. Her body twists and her voice cracks as I relentlessly continue my assault on her delicious cunt.

  Her thighs slam shut over my ears, but I don’t stop. I need more. It’s mine, and it’s her job to give me what I desire.

  She’s marking me with her flavor. Nothing and no one will ever give me this. She’s the one. If I wasn’t sure before, I am now.

  A man knows. When he tastes a woman and she lights a fire in his veins with that taste, with her scent, he knows. She will be mine and no one else’s from this moment forward.

  Her feet come up to rest on my shoulders as I eat her to another drenching orgasm.

  “Please, please...that’s...I can’t...no more...”

  Her pained pleas only spur me on. I drop my finger from her tight opening and trade it for my tongue. Fucking her this way and working her clit with the pad of my thumb until she’s off again. Her hips ride my face now with zero inhibitions.

  I let go of her hips, then bring my hand down onto her ass with a slap. Once. Twice. Three times, until she’s squirting into my mouth on another release, finally giving me what I need.

  The boat rocks gently back and forth as we both begin to quiet and calm. I lick her pussy tenderly now, taking in every last drop of what’s mine as her body jerks then goes limp. Her legs fall wide open in complete surrender.

  Exactly what I need. Her giving herself to me completely. Pride grips my chest. A sense of possession unlike anything I’ve experienced before drives my need. As much as I’d love to fuck her into a coma, this is where we will stop.

  For now.

  She’s had a taste of what I am. What I will bring her. Now, we will see who we are going to be from here. If she can take me.

  If she can make peace with the beast she’s brought to life.

  Chapter 12 – Everly

  I stand on the bow of The Signet as James brings her into Port Hope’s harbor, thinking about the data I’ve collected today. This changes everything. All I need now is to observe the sharks actually breeding, and there will be no way that the authorities can possibly grant permission for the exclusion zone Trenton Investments wants to build.

  The breeze plays with my skirt, whipping it around my legs, and I allow myself a smirk at the thought of giving James another show. I know he’s looking at me. I can feel his eyes, even though I’m facing the other way. He may be piloting the boat into port, but he must be multitasking.

  Where do we go from here? I don’t know. All I know is, I don’t want it to end.

  The Signet gently docks against the pier, and I stroll along the deck to disembark, suddenly hungry for the crab meat they sell at a little shack along the shore.

  “Everly.” James is behind me, so close I can feel the heat from his body. I don’t turn, instead just easing back until I feel his erection press against my buttocks.

  “Yes, James?”

  “I was just wondering whether you might want to get a bite to eat later? There’s an excellent seafood restaurant in town that I know you’ll love.”

  I hesitate for a moment, enjoying the contrast between this gentle, romantic man and the one who took me so forcefully in the hold of his boat. Finally, things are going my way. “That sounds wonderful,” I say and turn to steal a kiss.

  Chapter 13 – James

  “So tell me, what’s the deal with you and Lance Pollack?”

  She’s dressed in a black tank top that pulls tight over her tits and a pair of cargo shorts that end only a fraction of an inch below her ample ass. It’s not exactly evening wear, but I love it. I love the fact that this is her—take it or leave it.

  I decide to tell her the truth, despite how painful it is. “Lance and my younger sister were in the same class in high school. They dated a bit.” She raises her eyebrows, but I shake my head. “That wouldn’t be a problem. I mean, Lance is a Grade-A ass now, but back then, he was just a minor-league sleaze.”

  She snorts a laugh. “Funny, he’s the one who thinks you’re a scumbag.”

  “He said that?”

  She nods.

  “Figures. Well, he’s the type of weak-minded prick that acts like everyone else is at fault so he doesn’t have to face his own demons.”

  “I know someone else just like that back home. We dated for a while.”

  For a moment, a little ball of rage gathers inside me at the thought of another man thinking he had a chance with her. She’s mine. She has to be mine.

  Calm down. Of course she’s had a life before she came here. Let it go.

  I take a deep breath, listening to my own advice, but I don’t like it one bit.

  “Anyway, yeah, Lance dated my sister. They went out in his dad’s boat, a smaller one back then, just a little pleasure yacht, but still way beyond anything my sister ever thought she was good enough for. I think she was a bit starstruck that someone like Lance Pollack was interested in her.” I close my eyes as I think of that day, how excited she was, how she spent the whole morning doing her hair different ways, getting my mom to check it for her, trying on different outfits. My mom was so happy back then.

  “What happened?”

  The waitress sidles up to the table and smiles, first at me, then at Everly.

  “Hello, Mr. Morelock. Ma’am. Are you ready to order?”

  I’ve known Katie’s family since they moved here from the city five years ago. I advised her dad on his first boat and helped her to get this job.

  “Hi, Katie, can you ask the chef to fix us both a selection of everything?”

  Everly clears her throat. “I think I might just have the salad—”

  “No.” I shake my head.

  “No?”

  “You’ll try a bit of everything.”

  Her eyes are wide, but she doesn’t object. Katie smiles and takes the menu from the middle of the table, then retreats to the kitchen.

  Everly studies me for a moment, her eyes lit with something that might be desire or might be anger at my choosing her meal for her. Then she says, “You were saying... about your sister and Lance Pollack.”

  I nod. “Th
ere was alcohol involved—and drugs.” I hold up a hand. “I’m not saying Lance tried to drug her, God knows Sarah wasn’t a saint. But we’ll never know exactly what happened out there because there’s only one account, and that’s his.” I can feel the tears building up, half rage, half regret. If only I had been old enough to stop her going. If only she’d had a friend with her.

  “Go on.”

  I purse my lips, taking a deep breath. “Sarah never came home. They searched the area where the boat had been, at first hoping they’d find her alive, but then just hoping to find any trace at all. Her body was never found. Lance is an ass. But, they were both at fault. Irresponsible yes. I know he didn’t mean to hurt her, but I’ll never be able to look at him and not think about her. About stupid decisions. I think they even loved each other, just weren’t good for each other. Drinking and diving don’t mix especially in those waters.”

  There’s a long pause before she reaches out, puts a hand over mine. “I’m so sorry. Can I ask...where did it happen?”

  I meet her eyes, wondering whether I should just say “out in the bay” but knowing in my heart that I need to tell her the whole truth. “Among the rocks beyond Tallow Sands.”

  At first, she doesn’t react, then realization dawns on her face. “But that’s—”

  “Where the hammerheads breed.” I nod. “It’s the one place in the bay that I both love and hate, for that very reason. And it’s why I worry every time you dive there.”

  “I had no idea...”

  I smile. “How could you?” I twine my fingers into hers. “It was a long time ago.”

  “But still, my asking you to go out there when you weren’t keen...”

  “No, don’t do that. I worry, that’s all.”

  “I like that you worry about me.”

  Silence follows that remark, the candlelight making the shadows dance over her face, in her eyes. When Katie brings our food and sets it down in front of us, it breaks the spell.

  Chapter 14 – Everly

  The food looks and smells delicious, but he hasn’t taken a bite yet, and I’m wondering whether it would seem impolite for me to make the first move. The way he’s looking at me...the expression has shifted. The gentleness has faded a little, and what’s replaced it looks predatory.

  “Shall we?” I venture, but he holds up a hand.

  “Resist it, Everly. Look over the food, savor the way it smells, think about which one you’d like to try first. It will make the first bite all the sweeter.” He reaches forward, hand hovering over a crab paste, and I think he might take a spoonful, but he meets my eyes. “What would this taste like? How would it feel inside your mouth?”

  I swallow, suddenly hungrier than I think I’ve ever been, but enjoying the anticipation. Is this what I glimpsed in him earlier on the boat? Is this what had me so confused and so turned on? Relinquishing control to him would be such pleasure.

  “Tell me about your work, your research.”

  My mind jumps from the food to the conversation, confused, exhilarated. “Port Hope,” I say, not sure where to start. “Port Hope is unique. Or, I think it is, anyway. I’ve studied sharks all my adult life. They’re my passion. When I was studying for my masters, I came across an account by an early twentieth-century marine biologist who had visited here... He said that Port Hope’s hammerhead population grows especially large, especially strong. He said there was something in the unique location of the breeding grounds that gave them ample food and shelter.”

  He reaches forward, takes an oyster from the tray in front of us and swallows it down, keeping his eyes fixed on me.

  Should I eat something now?

  I’m not sure what he wants me to do.

  Does it matter what he wants? I’m an independent woman. But then...something about him demands respect.

  I take a breath but ignore the food, seeing a smile crease his lips. “When I was writing a paper for a biological journal, I came across the Port Hope account again, and I decided to look into it, to see if there was any corroborating evidence.”

  “And there was?”

  I shake my head, and then my stomach clenches as his foot brushes my ankle. It’s there for a moment, then it’s gone. It takes me a second or two to recover.

  “No,” I blurt quickly, taking a few deep breaths. “No, actually, there were no more reports that said the same thing. But a company called Trenton Investments had filed a number of scientific studies into the local shark population. After a bit of digging, I found inconsistencies running through all of the work Trenton had done, scientists who didn’t agree on crucial details but still came to the same conclusion, that there would be no harm to the local hammerhead population if Trenton went ahead with their development.”

  “Development?” He points at the breaded salmon. “Take a bite of that.”

  My hands are shaking so much as I lean over the table with my knife and fork, cut a small bite of the dish and place it in my mouth. Fuck, it tastes good. I chew slowly, the flavors seeping out over my tongue, down my throat. My pussy clenches, and I close my eyes, unsure of what’s going on inside my body.

  Did I just think the words “fuck” and “pussy”? I hardly even noticed them.

  “What development?” he asks, and my eyes snap open. He’s fixed on me, watching my face while I eat.

  Damn, this is sexy.

  I swallow the salmon slowly, making him wait while I take a sip of my mineral water.

  “Trenton Investments wants to turn Port Hope into a tourist haven. They have passed through most of the paperwork already, but the hammerheads were a problem for them. With such a large population, so close to the shoreline, it would be impossible to make the place family friendly. You and I both know that the sharks will mostly keep to themselves, and there are beaches and inlets that would be totally safe, but investors would be reluctant to sink money into building luxury apartments, shops, and cafes when any day might see a shark attack and the end to it all.”

  “So I assume they have a solution to that?”

  I nod. “Of course, in theory, it would be possible to kill off all the hammerheads, destroy their environment, and make sure they never come back. But that kind of thing is legally impossible, thank goodness. So they want to build a shark exclusion zone instead, right out into the bay. They commissioned a scientific study to prove that the sharks and the tourists could live safely side by side. It made for very interesting reading.”

  He takes another oyster from the tray, but instead of eating it himself, he stands, leaning over the table, and holds it out to me. Instinctively, I open my mouth, my hands staying where they are, and he slides the oyster between my lips. Fuck, what is happening to me? I squeeze my thighs together, but it’s too late to stop the juices leaking out. I feel the dampness between my legs and shiver, confused that I’m not embarrassed. I’m excited.

  As he sits back down and takes a sip of his lime and soda, I try to pick up the thread of my account again. “Reading,” I say, hesitantly. “It was interesting to me because of the inconsistencies. It was obviously written deliberately to support Trenton’s application for planning permission. But when I started reading it, I realized that there was a hint among the data that the Port Hope account I’d been so intrigued by was accurate. The idea that the hammerheads here could be an as-yet unclassified breed, maybe even a distinct species, was too good to pass up. It would make my name as a researcher.” I shake my head. “But then I realized there was more. It looked like Trenton’s scientists were wrong. Their report stated that the exclusion zone would cause no significant impact to the shark population, but in reality, it would destroy essential habitat and disrupt the delicate eco-system.”

  The look on his face is one of calm interest, and I know that he’s taken in every word I’ve said to him, despite the interruptions. His eyes say it all: he’s as concerned for the welfare of Port Hope’s sharks as I am, maybe inspired by my passion for the subject, but nevertheless, he’s an ally. And it
feels good to know there is someone in my corner, even if there’s nothing he can do.

  “So that’s why I came out here.” I brush a stray hair away from my face. “I have to disprove Trenton’s research, and I have to do it before their application goes through the final stage of planning. If I can prove that the breeding ground is farther in to the shore than they concluded, then I can stop all this from going ahead.”

  He nods slowly. “I’m glad to be helping, even if it is in a very small way.” Then he points at one of the dishes in front of us. “Try that,” he says.

  Chapter 15 – James

  “Trenton Investments,” I say again, more clearly. “That’s right. Yeah.” Hendy spells out each letter as he writes it down. “Whatever you can find out, Bill. And their stock price too,” I add, then hang up the phone.

  I have an arrangement with my business agent that I can call him any time of day or night. In exchange, I pay him a handsome retainer and most of his time is his own. He looks after my business dealings for me, and I leave him to it; I never was all that interested in the minutiae of making money.

  Bill Hendy used to be a perpetual drunk, occasional womanizer—or whatever the equivalent of that is for gay men—and frequent drug-taker. He got disbarred from practicing law a long time ago. After that, there are a few years even he doesn’t talk about. When I found him, he was in desperate need of help, rehab, employment, and a place to live, all of which I gave him. He also was—and still is—the best lawyer in this hemisphere, licensed or not.

  If there’s anything to find out about Trenton Investments, Hendy will bring it to me. And fast.

  “Hey, Morelock!”

  I turn just in time to see Lance Pollack’s fist flying toward my face. It’s a poorly timed shot, and I dodge it easily, then return with a punch to his gut that has him wheezing. It’s not the first time he’s gotten drunk and tried to attack me, so I’m not too surprised. I’m just glad I walked Everly home already.