Trinity woke alone. She was getting used to the schedule they had in Coronado. Zak would be with her most of the day and into the early evening. Generally, they played, fondled, and fucked throughout the day, and when it was time for him to leave on patrol, they would usually have a long, hard session before he left to join the others who shifted to guard the Kracken. Zak tried to remain with her until she fell asleep, then left to join the others.

Getting out of bed, she stretched, then grabbed a quick shower. Zak usually returned alone and was always hungry—either for her, food, usually both, and in that order. She smiled. She’d always thought her truly ravenous libido was unusual, but Zak’s matched her own. She opened the French doors that led out onto the deck overlooking the ocean from the living room and their bedroom.

Zak and Flynn had built the deck the first weekend after he moved in, but only after she’d thanked him for witnessing her punishment the night of the attack. Flynn had been gracious, Nash not so much, but that was typical for Nash. It was expansive and had a stairway leading to the walkway to the boat dock. He’d also moved the laundry upstairs to free up space in the half-basement. His current project was turning that space into a large storage closet and mini-dungeon.

She’d been surprised when she realized Mason’s Shiloh was the same woman from who she’d bought the house. Seeing the deck, Shiloh had commented she had always wanted an outside space just the way Zak had designed and constructed it. She’d pronounced herself envious of the main floor laundry and intrigued by the idea of the dungeon.

Trinity walked out on the deck and surveyed the horizon, using the binoculars they left in a special all-weather case attached to the railing. She could see the familiar dorsal fin cutting through the water at the far edge of their private inlet, and excitement fluttering in her belly. She continued to scan the water to ensure he was alone. On more than one occasion, he returned with Flynn and Logan in tow.

Seeing no one other than Zak, Trinity put together a Mexican breakfast casserole Zak was particularly fond of, ran to brush her teeth, then returned to the kitchen—sitting on the countertop, legs spread invitingly. She heard Zak jogging up the stairs to the deck.

“Hey, baby…” His nostrils flared, and he grinned as he picked up the scent of her arousal. “Now, that’s my very good girl,” he crooned as he caught sight of her.

God, she was crazy about him. She loved how just the sight of her nude had the power to turn his monster cock into a lethal weapon, though she had yet to die from the pleasure he inflicted with it. Joining her in the kitchen, she sank to his knees.

“In case you missed it, I am more than wet enough for you to fuck,” she purred.

“I didn’t miss it, Trin, but I had planned to have a little discussion with you about manipulating me last night. I was going to spank you, then give you a nice long fuck, but I think instead I’ll just make a meal of you. Finish getting breakfast ready, then impale you on my cock while we eat.” He placed his finger over her lips to silence her protest. “If you behave, when we’re finished, I’ll give you what you want.”

“You know, for a decorated Navy SEAL, you don’t fight fair.”

“Fair doesn’t work with you.” He arched one eyebrow. “You need me to have the upper hand. When I don’t, I end up having to spank that pretty bottom of yours. Now, lie back and let me eat. I’m starving.”

Not knowing whether to fight with him or just give over, since she had no doubt he would do precisely what he said, she decided the least painful way to get him inside her was to acquiesce. When she lay back and rested her legs on the tops of his shoulders, he smiled.

“You’re learning.”

Zak sniffed her sex, groaning as he inhaled her sweet perfume. He parted her labia with his fingers and stroked the silky wet heat her body produced whenever he was near. Leaning in, he covered her with his mouth, his tongue penetrating her and curling up as he feasted. He used his tongue in the most inventive ways—curled into a spear or splayed wide so he could lap more of her up—tongued-fucking her with a reverence that made her shiver.

Trinity reveled in his use of her—she always did—trusting he would ensure when all was said and done, she had been pleasured far more than he had. The man seemed to take fiendish delight in seeing how many times and in how many ways he could make her come. While it pained her to admit it, he’d been right about anal. When he took her ass, he made her come each and every time.

Her body pulsed in rhythm to the way Zak used his tongue, and she longed for his hands to come up and pay attention to her nipples. When she tried to drag one up, he stopped and pulled away.

“We’ve talked about this, Trin,” he said, standing.

She feared for a moment that he might stop and flip her over to spank her. Instead, he opened the drawer closest to him and pulled out a set of red alligator clamps for her nipples.

“I told you leaving them in here was a good idea.”

“Sir, please? I just wanted to feel your hands.”

“You suddenly forgot how to use your words? Lie back, and I’ll only leave them on while I eat you.

“Shit!”

“That’s five after you get fucked.”

He didn’t like it when she cursed. The only exception was when she used the f-word regarding the act itself. Lying back, she closed her eyes, wincing as he pinched first one nipple, then the other before clamping it. The clamps had tiny teeth that bit into her sensitized tips and enhanced the way everything felt.

“Don’t they look pretty?” he asked, waiting for an answer.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Better.” He grinned, sinking to his knees once again.

He licked her sex slit to clit before swirling his tongue around her little pearl, pulling the hood away, so he could drag his tongue across it before suckling. Trinity’s body convulsed in a powerful orgasm. She cried out his name as she writhed beneath him, sated for only a moment before her body wanted more.

“So much better,” he murmured.

He stood and moved to check on the casserole. Trinity knew better than to move from where he’d taken her before he was ready. Coming back, he leaned over her body, his mouth hovering over her right nipple. Releasing the clamp, pain flared only to be countered by one of his fingers penetrating and stroking her pussy while he sucked her turgid tip into his mouth, pulling hard and soothing it with his tongue as the blood rushed back into it. He did the same with the other breast, only this time, in addition to his finger-fucking her, he rolled the first nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Between all the sensations, her body knew only one way to respond—she shuddered as she came again.

Zak moved back to the oven and removed the casserole. “That’s going to have to sit for a bit.” His words were lost to her as he strolled back between her thighs. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

Lining up his cock, he surged forward in a single hard thrust, and her body bowed in response. He wasn’t messing around. She needed to make sure nothing had happened. It was rare for Zak not to do exactly what he’d said, precisely the way he said he’d do it. Not that she minded feeling him pressing himself into her in a single long push, but it wasn’t what he’d told her he was going to do.

Her man, her mate, her fierce predator was taking what was his without explanation or apology, and Trinity liked it that way. She grasped him tight with both her pussy and her legs, holding him in the only way he allowed.

“That’s it, baby, take hold of what’s yours.”

Zak dragged his cock back, then slammed into her even harder, resting for a moment before grasping her hips to hold her in place as he pounded into her, angling his thrusts, so he hit her clit with every other stroke. Tension, feeling, and emotion ramped up in a way only Zak could do. He continued to hammer her pussy until her body arched a second time as she screamed his name.

“Good girl,” he growled as he drove into her a final time. Pressing deep, grinding against her as he held her tight, his face grimaced as he flooded her pussy with his cum, filling her to overflowing. He usually did when he returned from patrol.

Zak released his hold and leaned over her, his hands resting on either side of her body. She reached up to fold him into her embrace, and he relaxed, lowering onto her, giving her his weight, his heat, his everything.

“I love you, Zak.”

Zak kissed her with a lazy, satisfied grin.

“I love you too, little girl.”