Page 30 of The Pirate and His Siren

“Stop,” I mumble against his lips. “I have this whole thing planned.”

He grunts but pulls back, his chest heaving. “Look who’s being all lovey-dovey now.”

I should be offended, but he is right.

Love has changed me.

Well, my perspective of love itself.

I place my hand on his chest. “I want to give you something.”

Kynan cups the shells, pushing my breasts up. “This ain’t my present?”

“It’s a part of it. I want to sing for you.”

His eyes lift to mine, his gray gaze locking with me, and he moves his hands to my cheeks. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I say softly, placing my hands over his. “I know you love me. My singing won’t change anything about how you feel other than maybe enhance it.”

He presses his forehead to mine.

I pull back and gesture for him to sit back before I open my mouth, and then ethereal vocals begin to flow from me while Kynan watches on, enraptured by my song.

As soon as I’m finished, he cups my face again, kissing me deeply, and presses his forehead to mine. “Thank you for giving that to me. It was beautiful, beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.”

This time I surrender to his kiss, wanting him to fuck me as much as he wants.

We’ve had more love sessions while I had my tail, but never have I dressed up to epitomize his sexual fantasy of a siren.

He lays me back, sliding his hands down and lifting my tail to the angle perfect for him to slide in. But he’s teasing me, notching his cock at my entrance before pulling away. Frustrated, I moan into his mouth, lifting my tail and urging him to enter.

“I need you to fuck me,” I whimper. “So badly.”

“Right here on the deck?’

“Uh-huh, with my tail.”

“Yes, lass, are you ready for me?” Kynan growls.

“Yes, singing my song to you made me so aroused.”

He reaches down, running his fingertips along my slit. He growls and kisses me, hot and frantically. “Next time you sing, we’re plugging up the crew’s ears, or we’ll ask them to leave us on an island for a week. You’re soaking.” Raising himself to his knees, he angles his hips to drive into me.

I mewl at the sudden intrusion, my channel greedily sucking him in.

“Ah, Luarna, you feel so fucking good.” Kynan’s eyes screw shut, but he snaps them open, his steely grays piercing into mine.

“Happy anniversary,ese zérala.”

It’s Udiran for my mate.

My heart soaring, I pull back, searching his face. “Where did you learn that?”

“I asked Ikina the last time she was here.” Within a month of Kynan and I reuniting, Ikina and Jackur visited us in Caedor, the four of us accepting each other as family.

My friend and her mate visit us on the island regularly.

I kiss him hard, lifting the hip section of my tail to meet his, making him moan.

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