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“Yes, what?” He lifted a brow, stilling atop me. His cock was only an inch from my core, his hand on my hip as he held me in place.

I felt him just within my folds, a tease. My voice sounded weak to my ears, but I didn’t care as I said, “Please,” begging him for all of him.

He slammed into me so hard that I instantly exploded, and I throbbed around his hardened shaft as he continued pumping into me fast and hard. I took every bit of him into me, again and again, until he spilled himself into me. The mix of pain and pleasure was too much, and I moved against him long after he had stilled, a deep guttural roar falling from my lips as my fingers clung to his shoulders. A whimper escaped my lips as he pulled out, and already I wanted more.

“You’re a greedy creature, aren’t you?” he asked, watching as I touched myself, a gasp on my breath as I realized how tender and sore that he’d left me.

I nodded. My fingers trailed up my body, playing with the peaks of my breasts as I blinked up at him, inviting him to join me again with my lust-filled gaze.

A pounding on the door stilled my hands, and I sat up with a hiss as Kipp rolled off me, my fingers fisting into the blankets as I hoisted them to my chest. My teeth sharpened into points as I snapped at the air, ready to tear the throat out of whoever dared to interrupt us with my teeth. Kipp lay a hand on my shoulder, holding me back as I glared at the door.

“Captain,” Patton’s hesitant voice called from the other side of the closed door. “If you… uh, could stop your… um, activities. You are causing the ship to rock and a storm seems to be brewing in the distance. I’m not sure we’ll make it through without capsizing if you rock us into the waves, which seem to be at least ten feet high already.”

“I’ll be there in a moment,” Kipp answered between gritted teeth. He left the bed, leaving a cold absence in his wake, and collected his clothing from where we’d left them in the chaos.

He pulled his pants back over his hips, his darkened gaze on me as he said, “I don’t know what this is between us, but you’re mine.”

Mine. My fingers brushed against my neck, to where he had bit me in the heat of our passion. A claiming. My body had readily accepted it, had almost begged for it. Did he know what that had meant? For sirens, they’d only feel compelled to bite the one who the Fates deemed worthy, the one fated to be their mate. Did he know what he’d done? What I’d done?

My body had melted beneath him, it had arched into him. Whether I liked it or not, the siren within me had accepted him as its mate, and now she wanted him all to herself. These feelings warred with what I wanted though, the things I had yet to accomplish. My people needed me to break this curse, and theyneeded me to claim my throne. I couldn’t allow this pirate to get in my way.

“I don’t belong to anyone,” I growled, turning my back from him as I scooped up my clothing.

Before I’d turned away though, I’d seen the mark of my bite on his throat. What the hell were the Fates thinking?

Chapter 31

The Battered Ship

The Pirate

Talia followed me above deck where the late afternoon sun beamed down on us. I noticed the dirty looks my crew sent my way, the way they sneered at Talia as if she’d bewitched me somehow. I glared at them openly, daring them to voice their thoughts. I knew what was on their minds, and they weren’t entirely mistaken. Even now, with my eyes on the horizon where a dark storm brewed dangerously, my thoughts were on the noises Talia had made as I’d completely sheathed myself inside of her. The way that her body had begged me for more as I’d left her hungry for my touch. The way she enjoyed the dark mix of pain and pleasure, and how it turned me on even now as I recalled her bite along my neck. I didn’t know how any of this would end, but I knew letting her go would be nearly impossible.

I’d spent untold years claiming everything that I wanted, being granted it all so easily. Now, I wanted her.

Not everyone stared at Talia as if she’d cast a spell over me though. Some had lost the fear they’d held regarding herand now looked at her with awe. She’d slayed one of the most dangerous creatures in all the seas, and she’d done so alone. She stood next to me, her hair blowing in the salty breeze as I watched her. There was more to her than just being the heir to the siren throne. She held secrets, and I wanted nothing more than to unravel those secrets.

“That storm,” Talia murmured, her gaze pinned to the black clouds that darkened the skies ahead. Flashes of electric light zipped through their roiling masses, leaving the atmosphere ominous.

Patton locked the helm in place, making his way to stand next to me. “Zeus is in a shit mood,” he said, giving his head a shake.

“Or Poseidon,” Camilla added.

Talia stepped back. “Both of them,” she interjected, turning to me. For the first time since I’d captured her, she looked to me with real fear within her gaze. “Turn around, now!”

“Why?” I said, wanting to reach for her. “It’s just a small storm. This ship has seen us through far worse. Unless…” I lifted my hand, brushing the gentle curve of her cheek. “…is there something else you need to tell me?”

She hesitated, then shook her head. Talia chewed her lip, a very human expression on her face as she stared at the approaching storm. The first of the waves rocked the ship, and the rain broke through the sky as if it wept. Whether we wanted to avoid the storm or not, it was too late now.

I let my hand fall from her cheek, turning toward my crew as I hollered, “Secure the rigging!” The ship violently rocked under the wrath of the waves crashing the hull, and I wanted to tell Talia to go below deck where she’d be safest, but I knew she didn’t need my protection.

Patton had already ensured that the crew had prepared for the storm while Talia and I had been busy below deck. Most ofthe men had gone below deck, and only those vital to keeping the ship afloat remained. The waves battered the hull of the ship, and Patton strained at the helm to shift our course so that we’d remain afloat. If we didn’t keep our ship in the correct position, we risked capsizing.

Talia had found her way to the bow of the ship, the wind in her hair as the rain pelted her face. All of us stood drenched as we worked, and I watched, wide eyed, as part of the rigging snapped, and the ropes whipped out toward her. She didn’t flinch, her back remained to all of us on deck as she stared ahead determinedly.

Racing forward, my feet slid on the deck as I reached for the end of the rope. I lost my balance, sliding across the wet planks as I held onto the rope and climbed to my feet again. Wrapping the end of the rope around the railing, I tied it off. I shot a glance toward Talia, noticing she didn’t simply watch the storm.

With a hand held out over the sea, she stood rigid along the front of my ship as if she were holding something back. Her face strained with the effort, undergoing some unseen battle. My feet carried me closer before I realized what I was doing, my head cocked sideways as I pondered her actions. Air rushed past us, the flow of it almost unnatural. Her hair flew over her shoulders with it, drifting in the unseen force she worked ahead of us.

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