Page 2 of Savage Guardian

Stunned by his reaction to the music, Hawk froze, unmoving, his hands stuck tangled in the woman’s hair as she knelt before him and stroked his semi-hard cock.

The woman tugged and sucked, attempting to make him fully hard, but he couldn’t focus on the pleasure, his mind…his soul was tuned to the song. The voice. The woman.

As she sang, he realized the lyrics were in Gaelic, his father’s ancestral language, one he’d been taught from his grandda’s knee. A language as old and mystical as the Highlands.

She was singing about love lost, heartbreak. The song was sad, consuming. And it was the most beautiful song he’d ever heard in his life.

Who was this woman?

Driven by the need to know, desperate to speak her name with his own tongue, Hawk jerked his cock from the woman’s mouth, and stumbled toward the open laptop. Tucking his now limp dick back into his pants, he ignored the woman’s shrill “what the fuck?” and leaned in to peer down at the laptop screen, scanning for a name.

The Spotify app was open, showing the woman’s current playlist.

Misty’s Dirty Biker Fuck List.

Usually, that would make Hawk laugh his ass off, but right then, he was overwhelmed with a different kind of emotion. Urgency.

Using the mouse pad to scroll down, he found the highlighted song and read the name, his heart skipping a beat.

Aoibheal.

Her name was Aoibheal. He did laugh then, because the name was just too perfect. In Celtic legend, Aoibheal was the name of a fae—fairy—queen, one said to be the most beautiful and alluring of their kind.

“Hey, are we going to do this or what?” The woman—Misty, according to her playlist title—whined from behind him, her naked tits pressing into his back.

What had, moments before, made his dick hard, now made his skin crawl.

What the fuck?

Pushing away from the desk, he spun, gripping Misty’s arms and holding her back. Her hands slapped against his chest, pawing at him. Her pouty lips, which were now swollen from her attempt to take all of his fat cock into her mouth, now did nothing for him.

As the song played, filling the room, the voice moved through him, enchanting him.

Enslaving him, like a siren serenading sailors, drawing them in, seducing them, enthralling them.

Destroying them.

Fuck that. She could shatter his whole fucking world, as long as she was in it. Singing to him. Her mouth against his ear, breathing against him, over him…into him.

“Sorry, I got somewhere else to be,” he grumbled, not even bothering to soften the rejection with a smile. He didn’t have it in him. Not then.

Shit. His brothers would carve his colors from his back and shred his patch if they knew how fucking weak just hearing a woman’s voice made him. And if they could read his thoughts…they’d shred his motorcycle operating license and buy him a Big Wheel. A pink one.

Annoyed by his thoughts, he pushed past Misty, uncaring of her nakedness.

She gasped, her face turning red.

“What? You’re actuallyleaving?” she shrilled, grossing her thin arms over her fake as hell boobs.

He was out of the room and hurrying from the dorm building as she cursed and screamed behind him. Drunk co-eds stumbled out of his way, grumbling, as he charged through the late-night stragglers headed toward their beds…or another party. He didn’t give a fuck, though, because he had something important to do.

Hawk, the predator, the hunter, had a woman to find.

Aoibheal.

The Fairy Queen.

His Siren.

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