Page 51 of Cursed By a Siren's Kiss

A sudden realization caused me to clench and unclench my fists as water dripped from my naked flesh. Poseidon would never let me live. Daughter or not, I was a threat to everything to which he wanted to lay claim. Triton was a few years younger than me, and I didn’t know where he’d had him hidden all these years, but Poseidon probably thought he could control his son easier than he could control me, the true heir to the throne.

The morose thoughts fled my mind when the door opened at my back, and I sensed Kipp enter. His footsteps approached swiftly, and as I turned to face him, not ashamed of my naked body as I squared my shoulders, I locked eyes with his dark gaze, a smoldering look that promised carnal pleasure as he hungrily took in my whole body. He walked right up to me, his lips claiming mine without hesitation as his hands lifted to cup my face.

For a moment, I froze, unsure if I should give in to this desire that burned deep within my core. The adrenaline still pumped within me at having taken down the infamous Kraken, and my blood boiled, a demanding need I didn’t want to ignore. So my lips moved, and my hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair within my fingers as our tongues warred.

He pulled back, that devilish smirk winking that dimple as his lips moved against my throat, the vibration of his words igniting my desire like a bomb as he said, “You vicious little creature.”

My sharpened teeth snapped at the air between us before I crushed my lips to his, twisting until I slammed his back into the wall. I trailed my tongue along his jaw, tasting salt and sea as I nipped at the soft flesh of his neck. My bite drew blood, and I lapped up the metallic crimson, pulling the essence of his life within my mouth as I felt him come undone, his length throbbing against the confines of his pants as he groaned.

He pressed his hardness against my center, the only thing separating us was the thin fabric of his pants. I hopped into his hold, my legs wrapping around his waist as his hands came down to cup my ass, holding me against him as my hair curtained our faces. I wanted to devour him, to taste every inch of his body. My breasts pushed into the soft fabric of his shirt, and I leaned back, yanking at the shirt and pulling it over his head, tossing it aside, forgotten, as I pressed my skin to his.

My fingers clawed at his back, wanting him closer to me as our kiss deepened. Kipp held my weight with one arm as his other threw everything that was on the surface of the desk to the floor with a sweep of his hand. He positioned my ass onto the cold surface, a gasp hissing through my lips as I lightly bit his lower lip. My legs splayed open for him as he stood between them, my fingers already working to remove his pants from his hips until his fingers circled my wrists and pulled my eager hands to his chest.

“Patience,” Kipp said, dragging his tongue along his reddened lip. “If you rip these, I’ll have to borrow a pair from one of my crew, and I’m not sure there’s anyone aboard whose size will fit me well.”

I grinned at the thought of him steering the ship without pants. “I can live with that.” I jerked toward him, but with a quickness that shocked me, he unbuckled his pants and had them on the floor within a blink. “I can live with this too.”

His hand still circled both of my wrists, his other yanked my leg until my ass slid forward, and with a quick thrust, his length slid home, causing my head to tilt back as I screamed. I bit my lip, trying to keep my voice quiet, afraid that his crew would hear. His mouth closed over my neck, his kisses trailing down my throat. He released my wrists, and my arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him to me as I moaned. Kipp’s hands cupped my breasts, his tongue making a slow and torturous path down my chest until his heated breath closed around my hardened nipple.

“Don’t you even dare think of muffling those beautiful moans,” he whispered, his voice a vibration against my sensitive skin.

“The…” I panted, trying desperately to catch my breath. My heartbeat thundered in my chest as Kipp’s hips rocked into mine. “…crew.”

“I don’t give a fuck what they think,” he said, lifting his lips to mine. His eyes had darkened, nearly completely black as he stilled within me. “I want to hear you scream while I fuck you.”

A sheen of sweat glistened across my skin, and I arched my back as he pounded a steady lustful beat into my core. I fisted his hair, shoving his mouth to my breast and holding him there as I felt a wave of pleasure build within me. My breath heaved from my chest, and my gaze closed tight as my head tilted back. I gasped out his name, and it came out more like a cry of need.

He didn’t relent. He sucked my nipple until it tightened, a burning tenderness beneath his lips as his fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, holding me in place while his cock slammed into me harder. I felt myself stretch around him as pain mixed with pleasure, my cries trembling from me as my legs shook around him. A passionate assault that I welcomed, energy crackling in the air around us as he brought me closer and closer to an edge from which I knew I’d never return.

Kipp smirked, his movements slowing. I arched into him, but his grip held me in place as he tortured me with that dimple. “You know what you want, my vicious little siren. Beg for it,” he said between breaths, daring me to command him to get what I needed from him.

I moaned loudly, extending my claws between us. “I know what you want too,” I hissed, my gaze glittering mischievously as I raked the pointed tips down his chest. Blood welled beneath my fingers, and I felt his length twitch and harden within my folds. I arched my back as I stretched around him, my chin tilting toward the ceiling as my breath fell from me in gasps. “I don’t beg,” I said, my voice husky as I leveled my lust-filled gaze onto him. “…but you will.”

He slammed into me again and stopped, our bodies joined as he said, “I think I’d like that.”

His hands gripped my ass as he hoisted me up, keeping us connected as he carried us back to the bed. Falling backward onto it, I rose atop him, my fingers clutching at his shoulders as I stared down at my dark pirate. He put his hands above his head, his brow lifting as he said, “I’m yours.”

I gasped at his words, coming undone as I rocked my hips. I shoved myself down, taking in his entire thickened shaft and then pulled back until just his tip remained. One hand dragged down his chest, playing with the lines of his muscles and the rough lifted scars that mapped his painful history, the other brushed against mine as I let them dance atop the hardened peak of my breast. My hair tumbled down my back, and his hand shot forward, fisting in its long length and slamming my mouth down to his.

“That’s right, ride my cock like the little she devil that you are,” he moaned beneath me.

“You like my dark side,” I breathed out, stretching my arms above my head and arching my back as I rocked hard into him again and again.

“I do,” he admitted, and for a moment, emotion flickered behind his gaze, something I couldn’t describe, but then it was gone just as quick as it had come. He pulled my hair, pulling my head to the pillow above his head as his lips closed around my nipple. His tongue swirled and his teeth nipped, and my breath caught as I whimpered at the sweet torture that plagued me with his wicked tongue. “Now, beg.”

He flipped me onto my back, his lips traveling down my neck as he moved his cock slowly, the thrusts hard, precise, and perfect. I felt his teeth at my throat, and I arched into his mouth, wanting the feel of his teeth on my skin. Pain throbbed along my flesh as he sunk his teeth into my skin, biting the curve of my neck and then swirling his tongue over the sensitive bruise he’d left. His fingers pinched my nipple, eliciting a sharp shout as my body spasmed beneath him, and his other hand traveled gently down my stomach until his thumb reached the sensitive bundle of nerves wet with desire for him. He kept me on the edge of that crashing wave of pleasure, my legs trembling until he pulled himself from me completely.

My gaze widened at his absence as he hovered above me. Kipp’s chin dragged down my chest, kisses trailing as he went. I cried out as his tongue lapped along the crease of my thigh, so close to where I wanted him and yet not close enough. I stared down the length of my body at him, his gaze meeting mine as his hot breath caressed my core, fanning the flames of my desire until I writhed in his sheets. I felt his lips just barely touch my folds as he smirked, his words making me wild as he said, “I said beg.”

“You first,” I groaned, but my traitorous body arched toward him, wanting everything he offered.

His breath still hot on my heated core, he slipped his fingers into my warmth, pumping a rhythm I wished would never end. His lips continued their torture, always so close to where I wanted him and yet never connecting. My body arched beneath him, my hips shifting as I tried to get his mouth where I desired. He had me right where he wanted me, where I would do anything to get what I sought, and I opened my mouth to beg him for more, but then his tongue lapped against my throbbing core, and I came completely undone beneath him.

Kipp took me over the edge, his dark eyes staring up at me from between my thighs as his tongue tormented me. I melted beneath him, my body spasming as I cried out his name. I needed more of him, all of him, and I wanted it now.

“Do you want me inside of you again?” he asked, moving up my body as he ran his hard length along my throbbing center.

I gave in. “Yes.”

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