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“Yes, Siren. Tell me what you want, what you crave.”

“You, I-I want you.”

The beast inside of me beats his chest in victory, her words the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard as I quicken my pace. Her breathing is noticeably quicker, her nails digging into my shoulders as I continue.

“Oh my god. Oh that feels good,” she moans.

“Tell me you love me, Siren.”

“I love you,” she answers immediately, like admitting it is as easy as breathing for her.

“I love you,” I say, nipping at her neck softly. “I want to take you away, from all of this evil, from all this pain. Just you and me, Siren.”

She whimpers but doesn’t say anything. My hand moves faster, practically as fast as it can underwater, forcing her eyes to fly open and land on me.

“Run away with me, Skyla. Be mine, forever. I’ll always protect you, always keep you safe.”

A love drunk haze covers her beautiful face, but conflict is heavy in her eyes.

“It’s not just us, Vincent. You know that.”

My jaw tenses before I blow out a ragged breath and nod, pinching her clit in a way that has her shattering apart in my arms despite how displeased she just made me. I can’t share her forever, I can’t.

A thought comes to mind though, one that I’d never even considered before. If I force her to leave them, to only be withme, could she ever really love me after that? Do I care as long as I have her? Warring thoughts rage inside my mind as my perfect sea goddess rests her head on my shoulder, holding me tightly as she sighs.

“We all run or we all stay. We’re in this together,” she says, unknowingly settling several debates inside my head.

I don’t like the outcome of this logic, but is sharing her with two others that would gladly lay their lives down for her worse than losing her? Absolutely not. No matter what it takes, I’m keeping her. Hell itself couldn’t keep me from my Siren.

Chapter Forty Four

Skyla

Maggie and I are currently strolling through downtown Salem during their fall festival. Okay, to be fair the entire month of October so far has been a fall festival. The guys all came with me, but one-by-one, they all got pulled away for other things. Now the only one left with us is Asher, following from a few feet back and looking absolutely miserable to be here.

My eyes catch on a treat stand, and I turn a sharp left and hurry over to it. Once I’ve procured the goodie, I make my way back to Asher with a megawatt smile that’s only a tiny bit fake. I hold it out to him and his brows furrow.

“What?” he asks.

“Take it. I got it for you,” I say as he slowly lifts his hand, gripping the stick.

“Why?”

“Because, you look like death warmed over back here. A little sugar should perk you right up!” I smile brightly, taking a little fun in the way irritation amplifies in his eyes.

“It’s a caramel apple,” he says flatly.

I nod. “Practically dopamine on a stick. You have natural sugars and artificial sugars.”

He shakes his head as he holds it out for me.

“C’mon, please? One bite,” I ask with big eyes, they seem to be getting me everything that I want with my guys lately.

Not that Asher is one of my guys or anything.

Asher stares at me for a little bit before he lifts the apple to his mouth, keeping his eyes on me as he takes a huge bite. I want to grin in triumph, but I find myself focusing on his mouth. He savagely chews the apple, and when he took a bite some of the juices got onto his lips and chin. In a move I can only describe as witchcraft, his tongue flicks out licking his lips and upper chin clean.

My eyes track that tongue for longer than I’d care to admit. Memories of that lecture hall, his mouth mere inches from my naked flesh, his eyes full of heat and that tongue. God, I wanted that tongue more in that moment than I wanted anything else. I was curious, surprised, and so incredibly turned on. I never expected to care for Asher, let alone like him, but over the last few weeks or so, he’s been slowly tearing through my walls. Dare I say we are even friends now, as good of friends as he knows how to be at least.

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