Page 8 of Enchanting Him

“The mudroom is used to clean up if it’s needed after being outside,” he tells me, pointing towards what I know from lurking around beaches were a sink and showerhead. “Through here is the laundry room with the washer and dryer to clean clothes,”he continues, turning on a light to another room letting me look into it before he turns it back off and leads me through the last door further away from the garage. “Then we’re in the pantry area of the kitchen and then the full kitchen and breakfast nook. The formal dining room is through there,” he says motioning towards the front as he guides us through an opening with no door, “and this is the living room. The fireplace is gas, so I don’t have to cut or buy wood, and it turns on at the touch of a button on the remote. It’s different from the TV remote.”

“TV?” I muse because we’ve watched people make fires with wood on the beach so at least that’s not completely foreign, just the fact that it doesn’t need wood to work somehow.

“You don’t have TVs at home?” Dylan asks, his movements stopping as his brows lift high beneath the sandy brown hair that brushes over his forehead. His eyes are a light blue and while they might have glittered icily towards the man that was talking to me earlier, they were a sweet, warm sky when they look at me.

“I don’t think so,” I admit before adding, “what do they do?”

“You watch television shows, the news, and movies on them,” he says, his eyes holding my gaze as he speaks. Not slowly like I’m dumb, unlike some of the sirens have when I questioned them on why they killed before, which is soothing. I don’t know how to tell him I’m not from this world—his human world but from the depths of the ocean he likely never knew existed.

Even the human ships that can dive beneath the water can’t reach where we live so they don’t come across us. Their little machines they send down into the water can’t break through the veil that keeps our home protected from the human world, so the only ones that speak of us are the sailors that manage to escape. The eldest of our kind knew how to read human writings and it’s something that’s been taught to all of us, so we can read papers that they leave behind on the beaches, so we know the humans don’t believe those that survive when they talk about us. Don’tbelieve we exist, which keeps us safe, but also makes it hard to know what to tell Dylan so he’d understand or believe me now.

“News like in newspapers?” I ask and a little hint of a smile hits his lips.

“Yes, the news reports on stories like you might find in the newspaper, but it’s spoken with just banners of written headlines. News reports don’t give as much detail as in the newspaper either, just highlights generally unless it’s an interview. You’ve honestly never watched TV before?” he asks when I can’t quite picture what he means and shake my head a bit. “Come here, angel,” he states, guiding me further into the living room as he called it. He picks up something from the short table and something on the wall lights up, but not in the same way that the lights on the ceiling do. No, this one shows a picture, like in the menu at the diner this morning, but they move and change quickly making me gasp a bit in shock.

“How do they do that?” I ask taking a step closer to the thing.

“Satellites and airwaves,” he states, and I can’t help what my face does as I stare at him, completely confused by those words. “Ah angel, you really have been kept sheltered, haven’t you? Your parents don’t let you watch TV. Do they let you listen to the radio even?”

“We don’t have those things where I’m from. My friends and I only got to listen to music when we snuck away and would hear others playing it,” I add as he lifts my face back to him, his eyes seeking mine and I love when they’re on me. I can’t begin to look away. Don’t want to look away from him when they’re on me.

“Your home sounds like shit, angel. Like you should be anywhere but there,” he states, and I can’t help but smile at that. “Do you want to go back there when your week is up?”

“No, we never want to go back but…”

“But what, angel?” he asks when I stop certain he wouldn’t believe me if I told him we’ll have to unless someone falls in love with us this week.

“We might not have a choice,” I tell him, sighing when his hand slips up my cheek, cupping the back of my head gently.

“You always have a choice, Melodia. In everything, no matter what someone else tells you,youcan always say no,” he says, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip and my tongue comes out, flicking across it, and the saltiness of his skin makes my body explode with a different kind of hunger. It’s not the urge to kill that my siren blood feels. It’s not hunger like what my stomach felt earlier. No, it’s so much deeper inside me, lower, and it tugs me forward, wanting my body pressed against his.

“Dylan,” I moan, sucking on his thumb when he doesn’t pull it away from my lips.

“Fuck angel…tell me you don’t do that for anyone else back home,” he growls, his other arm sliding around my waist pulling me up against his huge bulk. My head doesn’t reach the top of his shoulder, and I slide my arms up around them from behind, needing to hold onto something to steady myself.

“Do what?” I ask as his eyes darken a bit.

“Suck on them, suck them off, fuck them,” he growls, and my jaw drops a bit while something hot and wet floods me between the legs. “I swear to god if you tell me they make you sleep with or have sex with other men…”

“They want us to, but none of us have,” I admit, letting out a gasp when his arm tightens around me further, bringing me deeper against his body. “None of us ever met a man we wanted to mate with. I didn’t want to with any of the others that came up to me tonight.”

“Is that how they put it? Mate with them?” he questions, his slightly wet thumb brushing against my chin, and I nod. “Doyou want to mate with me, angel? Want me to take care of your needs while you take care of mine? Be mine?”

“Yes,” I hum, unable to ignore the rushing warmth that slides through my veins. It makes the hunger within me deepen and I whimper when Dylan lets go of me, but it’s only for a moment. The light from the TV vanishes and before I can say another word, he has me in his arms and is striding across the room, my bag in his hand once more, and he takes us up the steps quickly.

The new room we move into is doused in his scent and I can’t stop the moan that hits at the sweetness of it. It seems to fill every inch of it, and it only deepens when he lays me down on something soft. It’s softer than even the grass or sand that we occasionally lounge on when we know we’re completely alone.

A soft light brightens the space, and I look up into Dylan’s warm blue eyes and the heat within them speaks fully to my body. His eyes leave mine, making me miss them, but another warmth hits when they slide over my body as he licks his lips.

“You look like a tempting sunrise laid out in my bed, angel. One I can’t wait to discover every hidden inch of,” he says and the peaks of my breasts swell, tightening into points in a way they never have before, shocking me. My legs rub together as that wet heat between them throbs and I gasp when Dylan’s large, warm hand closes around one of my legs beneath the skirt I’m wearing. It’s a yellow that made me smile seeing it while I have a green top on, and I want both gone now. Want to be as bare as sirens are meant to be before him—or even barer since I don’t have a tail to cover my new bottom half.

“What if I told you that I’m definitely not an angel?” I ask as his hand slips up closer to the aching part of me.

“Doesn’t matter what you are, sweetness. Angel…temptress…I’d give up anything, let you lead me to my ruin if it meant having you as mine even once,” he says, making my breath stall because the truth in his words is much too much.

Is it possible that I did use my powers somehow and enchanted him without meaning to? I honestly don’t know how it’d be possible though, because mine only work when I sing a sirens’ song, and I definitely didn’t even hum a single note of one tonight.

“Dylan…”

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