Page 14 of The Pirate and His Siren

“Aye, then you need a little more motivation.” He rises to his knees while still inside me and lifts my legs straight up in the air, tilting the angle of my pelvis. He slams his cock into me over and over again.

Kynan doesn’t make love. He fucks. Savagely pounding into me, causing me to finally shatter, screaming his name. My siren voice keels to a high pitch, but as it’s not a complete song, it isn’t enough to compel anyone. I’ll have to be more careful in the future not to use it around others.

“Fuck,” he roars, hammering into me. Warmth jettisons into me in violent spurts. He thrusts one last time, his chest heaving. Then he smirks, slipping out of me, and lowers my legs. “Aye, that’ll do it.”

All I can do is stare listlessly at him. My body is unable to move from exhaustion. My limbs are limp and boneless, spread across the bed like jellyfish tentacles.

“Rest up, my siren,” he whispers in my ear. “I plan on fucking you plenty more over the coming days.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

KYNAN

The sun breaks through the early morning sky. While I want to stay in bed next to my sleeping siren, a captain’s job never ends. I kiss Luarna before I dress, eyeing my hat and coat.

I noticed how Luarna admired them. Would she look at me differently if I dressed better?

Decision made, I shrug into my coat and place my tricorne hat on my head before leaving.

“Looking good, Captain,” Flinders calls out. I tip the front of my hat to him and stride across the main deck, ascending the stairs to the quarter deck.

Daven, a bronze-skinned man, his shoulders set wide and his arms brawny from tending to the wheel as the helmsman steps back from the wheel. I place my hands on the two handles, loving the feel of the wood beneath them.

I always love this part when the sails unfurl, Roberts shouting orders to ready the ship, me at the wheel, and my eyes keen on the horizon.

The promise of freedom.

Only this time, I have a bonny lass to warm my bed.

As if sensing I’m thinking about her, Luarna exits my cabin, casting me a sultry smile.

That sneaky siren.

“Mr. Daven?”

“Aye, Captain?” He gives me a knowing grin.

“Take the wheel,” I order as I descend the stairs and stride over to her.

LUARNA

I’m not about to laze around in bed all day.

I stride across the deck with my feet encased in boots, the height of my heels impractical on a ship, wearing a pair of skintight leather pants that make my ass look fabulous. My top is an off-the-shoulder, long-sleeve number with fluted cuffs. My waist is cinched with a wide belt into barely breathable tightness to emphasize my curves.

“Luarna,” comes the growl from behind me, causing a cheeky grin to appear on my face.

I turn around, innocent as I can be. “Yes, Kynan?”

He glares at me, stripping off his jacket, and places it around my shoulders, helping my arms through the sleeves. “Cover yourself up. I don’t want this lot ogling you. Did you not hear me forbid them from looking at you?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you out here looking like this?”

My grin grows wider. “I may have liked it when you threatened bodily harm if any of them ogled me.”

His eyes flash to a stormy gray. “Aye, I know you did.”

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