Page 28 of The Pirate and His Siren

If Luarna thinks she can stay away from me, my pretty siren doesn’t know me at all.

“Might not need to, Captain,” says Roberts.

Hope—that traitorous feeling flares in my chest as I slowly spin around.

Luarna stands in the doorway, her long dark hair hanging in damp curling tendrils around her. If there is one thing my siren prides herself on, it’s her ability to dry herself as she moves from water to land. Her chest heaves as if she’s run here, and her dark eyes are roaming around the common room until she spots me. That’s when she moves toward me quickly. Some of the males in the crowd rise to their feet, but my crew sits them back down.

Reaching me, she places her hands on my cheeks, my own encircling her wrists. “I hope I’m not too late?”

“Never.”

“Good.” She pulls my face to hers and seals her mouth over mine.

My tongue automatically enters her mouth, seeking hers.

She’s never going to leave me again.

And I’m going to prove that to her.

My hands move down her body as my lips caress hers, and I pull her flush against me, making her squeal softly into my mouth, my own stealing the sound.

Her tongue wars against mine, but I’m ceding control. She has to know who is in charge here.

She draws back, but I only allow it so she can catch her breath. My arms are still banded around her.

A wide grin spreads across her face. “I was ready to make this big declaration, but that was better.”

“Aye, you still can.”

Luarna tilts my head down and presses her forehead to mine. “I’d hope it wasn’t real. It’s not supposed to happen for sirens. But our hatred wasn’t ingrained, it was taught. And it can be untaught. And the heart can finally have its say.”

“What are you are saying?”’

“I realized it after I left. It’s real! By the goddesses, it’s real.Se velade celeux.” She kisses my cheeks and forehead. “I love you.”

“Aye, Luarna, I love you too.” I kiss her again. “You’remine, and you are not to touch anyone else,” I growl the words against her lips.

“Then you better keep me satisfied so I don’t go looking to seduce another,” she says slyly.

I grip her ass. “Aye, woman, after I’m done fucking you each time, you’ll hardly be able to walk.”

She raises an eyebrow. “I hear a lot of talk but no action.”

I growl and stomp out of the tavern, carrying her in my arms. “Don’t come on board tonight, boys. I’ve got my missus to fuck.”

EPILOGUE

LUARNA

My love—I still got a little tongue-tied on the last word—had run with my idea of land pirating.

He renovated theDeadly Destinyinto what was now calledThe Wandering Siren. He said if I hadn’t returned to him, he would have called the shipThe Runaway Sirenand chased after me in it.

I withdrew sex for a week after hearing that.

While I enjoy sex, I reveled in the power withdrawing sex had.

But my idea has been successful.

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