I hummed something agreeable against her, and her whole body jolted as I sucked her clit into my mouth, keeping the same rhythm, just tighter. Static built where her skin met mine. Little bright pinpricks at every point of contact, like the air before a summer storm.
She was getting close. I could tell by how she was shaking. Wait, no, the whole van was shaking.
I opened my eyes, and just seeing the line of her stomach as she stretched over me, pinching her nipple through her white teeand biting her lip, had my cock throbbing so hard I thought I might have creamed my pants.
But beyond her, a tub of surfboard wax was floating in the air…and glowing. It twirled in the air so I saw the label: Sex Wax.
A few empty RipTide bottles floated by, but her eyes were closed as she ground against my face again and again, that static charge lighting up my whole body until my toes curled and I dug my fingers into her thighs as the current shot straight to the base of my spine and up the length of my cock.
Her legs clamped around my head and the van bucked on its shocks, the windows rattling, and she came with the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard—and the charge that had been crawling over my skin all this time snapped, every nerve I had firing at once.
I came like a teenager at a school dance who’d never touched a girl before, right into my sponsored board shorts, groaning into her as I lapped up everything she gave me.
Dignified? No.
Did I care, with her still trembling against my mouth and various objects orbiting the dome light?
No.
She peered at the tub of wax, lifting her hand, and it zoomed right to her. She seemed surprised, like she hadn’t expected that to work. She levitated it over her hand, then unscrewed the lid without touching it.
Then, like she remembered I was there, the tub fell to the van floor with a soft thud.
“Guess this town is full of surprises.”
She didn’t respond. Instead, she glanced down at me with a look I wasn’t too pleased about, considering how I’d just had her coming all over my face. She shifted back until she was perched on my chest and ran her fingers over my jaw.
Her touch was like lightning, like a thousand tiny electric shocks, and for a shark, that was fucking hot. My board shorts proved it.
The hum moved from my face through my whole body, like she was trying to probe beneath my skin, see what I really was.
“Should I be worried about something?”
“You’re a shark shifter,” she said, no hesitation.
“And you’re a witch,” I retorted, my thumbs slowly tracing circles on her thighs.
She raised an eyebrow. “That a problem?”
I thought about what Tanner had said.
A magical battery. Was she using me to power up?
Fine by me. Maybe I could even use it to my advantage.
A pretty local who didn’t want anything from me but orgasms and voltage was the least complicated thing I’d touched in a while. No expectations, no debt to settle, no one keeping score.
Well, unless it was foreplay.
“Not a problem, baby.” I tightened my grip on her thighs, already thinking about flipping her under me. “But I’m thinking round two. I’ve barely gotten started?—”
I shifted my hips to make my case, and that’s when I felt it. The decidedly not-dry situation inside my board shorts.
I stopped.
She felt me stop. Her eyes tracked down my body, then back up to my face, and I watched the slow, delighted comprehension spread across her features.
“Did you—” She bit her lip, failing completely to hold it in. “Big scary shark shifter with all those teeth. Did you come in your shorts? I didn’t even touch you.”
