Page 9 of The Pirate and His Siren

I only pulled out of her back hole to spin her around and take her from behind.

But as soon as I lowered her legs to the sandy beach, she sprinted to the water’s edge and her clothes disappear before she enters the water.

“Fuck.” I chase after her. My pants have fallen around my ankles, so I hop to the water’s edge while discarding them and tugging off my boots.

I reach the edge of the sand.

That’s when I know I’ve fallen for this female as I unbuckle my gun belt and scabbard, letting them slide down my legs. No pirate is willing to leave his sword and pistol behind. I contemplate leaving my shirt on, but nothing is more cumbersome than swimming with water-clogged clothes.

Naked it is.

I race into the waves, and much to my disbelief, I catch up to her. I’d like to think I am a fit swimmer—it’s a skill every pirate must have—but she appears just as surprised to see me.

CHAPTER SIX

LUARNA

Ahand grabs my shoulder and spins me around.

Bubbles flow from my mouth to find a naked Kynan in the water with me. I cast my eyes over the delectable body I haven’t experienced before, but there is no time to peruse more of him as anger and shock supersede my lustful desire.

Damn,Velade ia cietra, the magic of this darn day has to be the only reason a human can catch up with a siren in water.

I point upward, indicating we should surface.

“What are you doing?” I hiss when our heads breach the surface.

“Coming after you.”

I slap the water, which splashes up around me. “Damn merpeople’s day of love. You only think you’re in love with me because of this day.”

“Who said anything about love? I’m just looking for a fuck.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you now…” I flick my tail to move closer. “Do you know sirens fuck in the water?” I’m hoping to repulse him. Many males from the other races in Belivar don’t mind fucking a tail. Shifters even try to fuck in their animal forms. But not a lot of human males like the idea of fucking a siren in their true form. But the growl emitting from Kynan, his eyes still a dark stormy gray, sends my arousal spiraling again.

My siren’s conquest has been fulfilled.

I shouldn’t want this male anymore.

Yet I find myself excited about fucking him while I have my tail.

KYNAN

Due to my blurry vision underwater, I can’t view all of her glorious siren form. There is a bright cacophony of rainbow colors from what I can see.

But when we resurface, her tits float up to the top. Having not seen them before as they were hidden under her shirt, and I was too busy trying to sink my cock into her pussy, they are fucking glorious.

“Where did these come from?” I ask, reaching out to grab them.

“Ugh.” She instantly magicks a piece of purple silk twisted to look like a bandeau around her chest to cover them.

“I thought you all wore shell bras.”

She draws back, the lust in her dark eyes fading. “What? No. You know how uncomfortable that would be?”

I chuckle at the affronted look on her face. “Well, in all my fantasies, you do.” I pull the material down.

I’m definitely getting my hands on these beauties. A man needs to grab a woman’s tits just for the sake of copping a feel. I cup them at first before gentling my hold and lightly run my fingers along the underside, making her breath hitch and her mouth fall open slightly.

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