Gliding through the water, Shiloh gasped for air. Tipping her head back, she welcomed the California sunshine as it lit up her face. This was the life! Better than organizing classes and dealing with brats like Fisher. Now that she’d left her day job, she could spend as much time as she liked in the water.

Easing onto her back, she never noticed the fin as it cut the waves, heading straight for her. Shiloh was the picture of relaxation as the shark plowed toward her. Not until it dove, bumping beneath her lightly with its snout, did she acknowledge the fish.

“Mason!” She laughed, allowing the huge predator to graze past her. “Stop that.”

The shark turned as if it has had heard her retort, drifting back in her direction.

“Oh, you wanna play?” Treading water, she grinned at his approach. “You want some of this?”

One eyebrow arched as she lifted her breasts in the water, pushing them together just beyond his nose. She was naked, and he got one hell of a view of her fabulous assets.

“Come here and get it then.”

The first few times they had swum together like this, it had been disconcerting being so close to his serrated jaws, but now, when she glanced at his shark, she saw only the man who worshiped and tamed her. A part of Shiloh still couldn’t believe she’d only known him a couple of months. Having Mason in her life had changed it so much, and it felt as though she’d known him forever.

He swam closer, pausing in the water, those incredible eyes fixed on her ample cleavage. A shot of adrenaline raced through Shiloh at his proximity. If she didn’t know better, she could have sworn she was in trouble for goading him, but she couldn’t help herself. Ever since Mason had erected boundaries for her, she wanted to tear right through them.

She watched as he turned his head, tilting his impressive dorsal fin in her direction, and without needing to clarify, she knew what he wanted.

“Want me to ride you, big boy?” She grinned at her flirtatious tone. They had played this game often enough in the last few weeks, and Shiloh relished it. Few things were better than having your own personal Great White in the water. No other marine life dared bother her, and if she overstepped the mark between the waves, she knew Mason would hold her to account, making her pay between the sheets. Her sex clenched at the idea of his delicious attention. She still didn’t understand why his caveman approach turned her on so much but couldn’t deny it did.

Running a palm over his shark skin, she swam up beside him, once again relieved Mason didn’t have the standard denticles of other Great Whites. His hybrid mutation meant his flesh was much smoother to the touch, enabling her to straddle his body while she grasped his impressive dorsal fin.

Mason waited until she was steady before he moved, swimming lithely but staying close to the surface. Clutching onto him, she was amazed at his agility, reveling in his speed as they raced through the water.

“Mason!” Joy radiated from her voice, quite unlike the woman who’d once lived alone with the burden of her mother’s murder. “This is incredible!”

He flicked his tail as if responding before propelling them faster through the waves. It only took a couple of minutes for The Conundrum to come into view.

“Heading back already?” She couldn’t control the pang of disappointment in her voice. Shiloh loved her ocean swims even more, now that she had her own private predator for protection, but evidently, Mason had decided time was up. A shiver of anticipation ran along her spine. Perhaps he was unhappy with the way she’d spoken to him?

Maybe he wanted to correct her?

The tenured professor who’d forged her treasure-hunting career and had a reputation for her smart, no-nonsense approach balked at her excitement, but increasingly, that version of Shiloh was easy to subdue. Sure, she would always love the water, always want to explore deep-sea wrecks, and discover the secrets of the deep, but with Mason at her side, her mother’s fate gnawed at her less. He promised he would help her uncover the truth, and she trusted him.

So far, with his contacts, he had proved undeniably useful, but more than anything else, it was his faith that stirred and grounded her. Mason had believed her when no one else had. He was the first person who ever took her at her word, agreeing her mother’s plight had been suspicious, and he was prepared to support her endeavors to reveal what had truly happened.

Shiloh rested her head against her hands, still clinging to his fin as The Conundrum loomed.

“Thank you.”

Mason had become a source of loyalty and happiness in her life. She leapt from his back into the ocean. Hoisting herself from the water, she wondered how she had ever done without him.

Stepping onto the deck, she didn’t turn at the noise of the enormous splash, knowing precisely what was happening. Mason had morphed back to his glorious human form and would be close behind her.

“Shiloh.” His deep growl resonated through her, igniting in her core. Christ, the man had the sexiest voice she’d ever heard.

“Commander.”

Turning slowly, she flashed him her most seductive smile. Shiloh rarely felt as comfortable in her own skin as she did around Mason. His relentless devotion to her pleasure cemented his appreciation of her body, but in recent weeks, the connection between them had been about more than lust. They were head over heels for each other.

“Come here.” Pointing to the floor by his feet, he flicked his soaking hair back with his other hand. “Now.”

Shiloh’s lips curled as she padded across to him. She knew that dark glint in his eyes.

“What was all that about?” He arched a brow, knowing full well what it was about.

“I was only playing.” She met his eyes, secretly daring him to take her again. They had fucked this morning, but being around Mason made her insatiable. She could never get enough.

“More like teasing.” Mason reached for her, tugging her naked body against his. “And little girls who tease end up on their knees.”

Heat furled at his tone. It might have been menacing to another woman, but to Shiloh, it was an invitation.

“Like this?” She fell to her knees in front of him, eye to eye with his imposing cock. Licking her lips, she watched his erection grow.

“Just like that.” Taking his shaft in hand, he edged closer, pushing it toward her mouth. “Open.”

Shiloh’s lips parted obligingly, reveling in the chance to play his personal whore. She couldn’t wait to swallow him, to satisfy his needs, then satiate her own.

“If you’re going to play the prick tease, you better be ready to pay the piper, little girl.”

Shoving his cock in her face, Mason didn’t fill her throat as she expected. He rubbed the tip along her chin before he dragged it across her cheek, leaving a humiliating trail of precum as it went.

“Lockheart?” Her brow creased as she fought the urge to grab his hard length and show it the attention they both craved. “What are you doing?”

“Marking you.”

Glancing up, she caught sight of the smirk painting his handsome face.

“Reminding you who is boss.”

She swallowed, forcing her hands into the small of her back as he had shown her before.

“Mason.” Her eyes fell closed as his crown slid over her forehead. “I already know who’s boss.”

“Really.” He swiped his cock along the bridge of her nose. “Because it didn’t seem that way in the water.”

“I was only joking.” She squirmed on her knees, eyes opening as he wiped his fluid around and around her lips. “You know that.”

“How should your mouth be?”

Shiloh flinched at his uncompromising tone, the first flutters of fear mingling with her burgeoning arousal.

“Open.” Breathlessly, she complied, stretching her lips wide in the vain hope he might plunge the object of her desire between them rather than tormenting her with the appendage.

“Better.”

Mason withdrew his cock, fisting it over her face as he took in the sight of her. Shiloh waited on her knees, mouth parted and arms behind her back, her face covered in a coating of his precum—every inch the obedient whore he demanded.

“I’m going to fuck your throat.” His words thundered overhead like a divine edict. “Then once you’ve swallowed every last drop I offer, I’m going to fuck these tits.” One giant hand shifted to her left breast, tugging her nipple. “It’s about time you remembered who they belong to.”

Shiloh’s lids fluttered closed. Christ, why was this so sexy? Her pussy softened, desperate for his attention.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Her voice was raspy with need, her gaze opening to find his. “I understand.”

“Tell me,” Mason snarled, pinching her sensitive tissue harder. “Who owns these tits?”

She inhaled sharply at the sudden hurt, the pain morphing into swirling hedonistic pleasure as he reached for the other teat.

“You do.” Was that croaky reply coming from her? “You own them, Mason.”

“That’s right.” He flashed a triumphant smile, a gesture that should have been riling but only exacerbated her growing need. “I own them.” Impaling her mouth without further hesitation, Mason’s balls squashed at her chin. “That’s incredible.”

She panted at the abrupt intrusion, conscious of how deeply he was buried. Edging out of her, Mason left a trail of saliva between them before he plunged back inside her throat. Picking up the pace, he fucked her mouth roughly, fisting her hair as he took what belonged to him. His climax came quickly, bursting from his excited cock as his insistent thrusts continued.

“Shiloh!” Her name carried on the sea breeze as she gasped for air, lapping up everything he had to offer.

“Come with me.”

Yanking her hair still lodged in his fist, he compelled her forward on her hands and knees, leading her to the wheelhouse, where he took a seat. Shiloh struggled to catch her breath as he positioned her where he wanted her. His shaft was still hard, and just as he promised, he slid it between her bosoms.

“Yes,” he growled, squeezing her nipples as he kneaded her breasts, pushing them together, the same way she had teased him in the ocean. “That’s right. These tits, just like your pretty mouth, are for pleasuring me.”

Her head spun as he forced his cock between them again and again, his second orgasm painfully imminent. By the time his cream spurted across her chest, Mason had pushed her head forward, ordering her lips to part and accept whatever came her way. Subdued by his dominance and the insistent whir of arousal burning inside, she obeyed, both ashamed and delighted to submit.

Mason was like no other man. Half-shark, half-human, he was everything she never knew she wanted. Shiloh had finally met her match—an alpha male to be her equal, a man to take control, to hold her to account, and drive her insane with lust, but most importantly, a lover to tend to all her broken pieces.

Falling to her haunches with a sigh, she wiped the remnants of his cum from her lips. If anyone could patch up those pieces and make her whole again, it was Mason.