Page 9 of Enchanting Him

“From the moment I saw you, with John trying to hit on you, I knew you were mine, meant to belong to me, Melodia. You didn’t have to say a word, to even look at me to know why I’d come here, why this place felt like home the moment I came to town. It’s so I would be here to find you, to be able to take care of you the way you deserve, angel. Let me take care of all of you now, take care of the hunger rushing through your body,” he pleads, and it’s what I want more than anything, especially hearing him say he wanted me before I saw him. There’s no way I could have enchanted him without even looking at him, let alone singing to him.

“Yes, please,” I cry when his finger brushes against the apex between my new legs. There’s a bundle of nerves there right at the surface and it pulses with every beat of my heart, as the warm blood slips through me.

“Mine,” he grunts, as his lips come down on mine, a new sound falling from his throat and the kiss he gives me hardens, his lips pressing further against mine, and then his tongue swipes at my lips, and I part them, moaning myself when it touches mine.

His fingers slip beneath the bottoms that we’ve seen girls wear on the beach beneath their clothes, and as he drags it over that pulsing bundle of nerves, something inside me shatters. I arch into his touch, crying out against his mouth and he grunts in return. “Dylan…” I cry beneath his lips, my eyes opening to find his watching me.

“So beautiful when you come, angel. I’m going to be obsessed with seeing that now, watching you come apart at my touch. No one else is ever going to see you like that. I’ll kill them if they even think of trying,” he warns darkly and I should be scared that the coldness of my siren is corrupting him, but the heat in his eyes tells me that’s not possible.

He leans back a bit, and I see his fingers near his face. His eyes close as he breathes in deeply and I swear I feel the heat within me deepening as he groans heartily. It’s nothing though compared to what happens when he licks his fingers and his eyes open with a snap, the heat flaming so high I swear he’s likely to combust.

“More,” he grunts, sitting back, his hands falling to the skirt I’m wearing. “I have to have more, angel. I have to have it now,” he adds, jerking the skirt down my legs, taking the bottoms covering me away with it.

His hands slip up to my legs, pushing them open, before his head slips between them, latching onto that bundle of nerves that’s continuing to pulse rapidly making me scream as it shatters something inside me once more. “So sweet, so responsive. It makes me want to keep you coming all night, angel,” he growls against my skin, his tongue teasing that same spot, and something within me coils tighter.

My hips move restlessly as he licks and sucks on me, making it coil tighter and tighter. The top slips up my body and I don’t stop from taking it off this time, along with the bikini top that matched the bottoms I was wearing, leaving me bare the way I like. Especially with Dylan between my legs making me feel so good.

“Come for me again, angel, I want to have it in my mouth when I claim your sweet pussy with my cock. When I break it in, so it’ll only take me,” he urges and with another suckle on thatball of nerves, the coil inside me snaps and I shatter again, as his eyes hold mine hostage.

“Eyes, angel,” he grunts as he slides back up my body after a moment, his tongue licking all over his lips, and I let out a gasp seeing his bare chest, and it deepens when I see what he has between his legs. We’ve all seen the other sirens when they’ve lured a man to mate with them, seen the men’s nakedness, but none of them can begin to compare to Dylan. All of them made me shudder in disgust, but Dylan’s thick mast makes me want to touch and taste every inch of him and it.

“Oh gods, Dylan…” I cry, my eyes returning to his when he lets out a low grunt. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

“Never talk about seeing other men’s cocks again, angel,” he growls darkly as he settles between my legs, his hand slipping beneath my neck to hold me tight. “You should never look at any but mine.”

“Never again,” I swear, feeling the bulbous head press against my new opening. Mating with a siren is an illusion, a channel forming to take the man in to get his sperm to fill them, but this is anything-but an illusion and I want to know what it feels like to be human, to love as a human.

“Breathe angel, breathe for me,” Dylan says, and I drag in a breath around a moan as his head slides inside me, going deeper and deeper until he nudges against something that stops him. “Fuck…I’m sorry angel, this might hurt,” he warns, his eyes back on mine as they reopen, but before I can question what he means, his hand tightens on my neck, while the one on my waist grips me hard as well. His hips snap forward, tearing through a barrier within me and it sears with a dark burn, a blip of pain hitting then fading as the sweetest heat replaces the burning and the pain.

“Dylan, oh gods, yes, more,” I plead, my hips trying to shift to make the warmth inside me deepen.

“Eyes on me, don’t close them, angel,” he orders as his hips begin to move, his thickness pulling nearly out of me before he returns to bury himself entirely within me. Over and over, making the heat rise and that coil tighten again, which just makes me want to feel it break even more now.

“Please Dylan, please,” I cry against his lips as he kisses me softly, my hand in his hair, holding onto him in return. His chest brushes against mine, making the tight peaks swell more, as Dylan picks up his pace.

“Eyes,” he demands when mine flicker shut as the sensations within me build even deeper, the coiling within me ready to break. I can’t stop from instantly opening them hearing his order and he smiles as I do, making me shiver within his arms. “Yes, that’s my good girl. My good little girl that’s going to come all over my cock, let me fill her up, right now.”

“Dylan!” I shout as it tips me over, the coil shattering, sending me up into a bliss I know no other siren could possibly have found. I want to close my eyes to indulge even deeper in the bliss, but I can’t, not when I see Dylan’s face tighten, his jaw sharpening as his neck tenses. His eyes though, they’re really what hold me in the moment. The heat within them bursts into flames at the same time something warm fills me where Dylan’s thickness is. His body shudders and ripples beneath my touch, against me, and I sink into his kiss as we both move within that incredible bliss together.

My eyes don’t close until I’m wrapped against Dylan’s huge chest, my head cradled in his hand as it rests over his heart which pounds in time with mine. A soft sigh slips from me, and I smile, soaking up every moment of it I can, not wanting to forget a single bit of it.

Dylan’s lips press against my forehead, and I tilt my face up, meeting his gaze with a smile. “That was well worth thirty-eight-years’ wait.”

“What?” I hum as he holds me closer still somehow.

“You said you never met another man you wanted to be with,” he says, and I nod. “Well, I never met a woman I wanted to be with before you, angel. I know now I was waiting for you, to find you. That you were going to have something incredibly special to give me and I needed to be able to give you something special in return. I didn’t care I wasn’t interested in other women, thought it meant I should just focus on work, but it was so I’d know how special you were the moment you came to me. So I’d know not to waste time playing games. Because if I did, I might lose you and that would be a fate worse than death, angel.”

“Dylan…” I whisper shocked at the words coming from him but the look in his eyes says he’s not lying, would never lie to me, and I love it. Oh gods, do I love him? Is that really what this is? Is it truly possible that I found it already?

“I don’t want you to leave. I just found you and there’s no way I can let you go in a week, Melodia. No way I can give you and this up,” he adds as my heart races with hope. “I’m sure you don’t have a lot of money to last you longer than that, but I do. I have plenty to take care of you. Stay with me, think about staying with me when the week is up. If you don’t want to go back, I won’t let anyone make you go—not even your friends.”

“You really want me to stay?” I ask, holding my breath as he nods, hope and worry both rushing through me, because the only way to stay is if he loves me, and he didn’t say he did.

“I want you to stay, angel. Let me take care of you, be there for you.”

“I’d like that,” I muse, as the worry mounts higher because of the words he didn’t say. I force it down because it’s only been a few hours since we met. I still have six days. Surely after all of this, it won’t be that hard to get him to say ‘I love you’ in six days, will it?

Chapter 4

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