Page 15 of The Pirate and His Siren

I close the jacket lapels together and take a whiff. It smells of him—driftwood, lemon, and the sea.

I lean forward, pluck his hat off his head, and place it on mine. “I have to complete the look. Don’t I look like a fierce pirate now?”

He grabs my hips, pulling me against his erection. “You’re playing a dangerous game here, siren.”

“Do I need to be punished?” I pout.

“Nay.” Kynan twists me around and slaps my behind. “Because you’d enjoy a good spanking. Get yourself down below, and you can join me for breakfast in the galley.”

“You call this food?” I throw the hard biscuit that’s barely chewable unless dunked into a hot broth onto the table.

Kynan sits back, his trademark smug smile on his face. “Careful, you’ll offend the cook.”

“Aye, Miss Luarna, there be no fresh food to work with at the moment.” The cook is a dark-skinned man with a clean-shaven scalp. I immediately regret my outburst. Arkur is the first to offer me a friendly smile, so I turn my ire back to Kynan.

I narrow my eyes at him. “But you were just docked at port.”

Kynan shrugs.

“Well, if it’s fresh meat you need…”

Kynan relaxes further, placing his right ankle over his left knee. “You’re welcome to get your own food then, lass.”

I stand, accepting the challenge flashing in his eyes. “Fine, I will.” I spin on my heel to stride purposely from the mess hall, ascending the stairs leading to the deck and over to the rails.

“Avert yer eyes, lads, lest the Captain catch you ogling his woman,” Flinders calls out behind me as I begin to strip naked, knowing Kynan followed me.

He and I know I make my clothes disappear before I transform in the water, so I’m doing this to antagonize him.

The bastard.

My bastard, but still a pain in my rear.

I climb over the rail before casting my eyes back over my shoulder and give him my best smile before diving into the water below.

KYNAN

She did it.

The sneaky siren did it.

The muscles in my jaw tick, watching Luarna’s ass as she climbs over the rail, imagining how good it would look in red once I finish spanking her.

“Mr. Roberts,” I call out.

“Aye, Captain?”

“Drop anchor and throw the main sail. We don’t want to leave Miss Luarna behind.”

“You heard the Captain. Drop anchor and throw the main sail,” he yells.

I look around at the crew, pausing their activities.

“What are you lot doing? Get back to work,” I shout.

“Aye, Capt’n.” They jump to it and begin working again.

Luarna isn’t gone long when the sound of wet thuds hits the hull of theDeadly Destiny. Most of the crew rush to the starboard rail to see what the sounds are.

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