Page 12 of The Pirate and His Siren

It’s just fucking.

That’s all.

We return to the dock, Kynan’s hand on my lower back the entire time.

It shouldn’t thrill me to like his touch.

We stop at the last ship dock at the end of the pier, theDeadly Destiny.

“Ho, Captain,” one of the crew members leans out over the railing and calls out to him. It’s the blond man I saw Kynan with earlier.

I’ve seen ships from afar, but I’ve never been this close to one before. The ship towers overhead, and from myvantage point, I see one mast in the middle, the sails secured to the booms. It is in better condition than I expected from my limited interactions with Kynan. The timber has a shiny sheen, with the scent of wax polish reaching my nostrils. But then again, I haven’t experienced what he is like as a captain.

Yet.

A large platform of wooden slats held together byhorizontal slats a foot apart lean against the dock and angle up to the opening in the ship’s rails.

“Is it safe to cross?” I ask.

“Aye, the gangplanks are sturdy enough. Shall we?” Kynan guides me up the wooden ramp, his hand on my lower back. Once again, my mind wars with my heart about him being a gentleman as we climb the gangplank and onto the main deck.

“Boys, this is Luarna. She’ll be traveling with us for a bit.”

I squeal when someone pinches my ass. Usually, I would be languishing in the attentions of other males.

Who doesn’t love a good gangbang?

But for some reason, it feels wrong after agreeing with Kynan to be only his for the duration of our fling.

It’s such an odd thing for a siren to experience.

KYNAN

The bastards are mauling my woman—no one should be touching her.

“Get your hands off her.”

“But Capt’n, she’s a siren,” Marver protests.

“Aye, she’smy siren. Lay a hand on her again, and you’ll lose it. You’ll have to use a hook for a hand, and we all know how impractical that is on a ship.”

“But Capt’n, if she ain’t crew, you can share her with us.”

I spin on my heel and grip his throat, lifting him into the air and making his mottled face turn a brighter red.

It’s true. If any woman is on board, she can be shared by the crewifshe is willing.

Luarna certainly isn’t showing interest in any of the men. Even if she did, she ismine. I’m never going to share her.

“No one touches her, ye savvy?”

“Aye, Capt’n.” He gasps, and I drop him onto the deck.

“And that goes for the rest of you scurvy dogs. Luarna. Is.Mine.”

“Fuck me,” she whispers.

“Aye.” I grab her hand and tug her to me. “Set topsails and get us ready to make way,” I order.

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