Page 63 of Siren's Salvation

I take a deep breath, trying to center myself.

My body still thrums with leftover pleasure, but my mind is a storm of conflicting emotions.

Annoyance bubbles up, warring with a deep-seated satisfaction I can't quite shake.

Shiver's standing there, looking far too smug for my liking.

I turn to him, squaring my shoulders.

"I'mnotyours," I say, the words coming out more breathless than I intended.

Before I can react, he's on me.

His hands cup my face as he captures my lips in a searing kiss that steals what little breath I have left.

I hate how my body responds, melting into him despite my brain screaming to pull away.

He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against mine. "We both know you belong to me, Siren," he murmurs, his voice a gravelly whisper that sends shivers down my spine.

"It doesn't matter if you're five feet away from me, or three thousand miles away. You're only imagining one cock driving you wild, and it's mine."

The arrogance in his tone ignites a fire in my veins.

How dare he?

Who the fuck does he think he is?

But what infuriates me even more is the tiny part of me that thrills at his words.

The part that wants to give in, to let him claim me wholly and completely.

No. This can't happen.

This can’t keep continuing to happen.

I won't let it.

My hand moves before I can think, connecting with his cheek in a resounding slap.

The sting in my palm is oddly satisfying.

"This can't be anything, Shiver," I spit out, my voice trembling with anger and something else I refuse to name. "It never will be. So think I belong to you if it gets your cock hard, but I don't, and I never will."

I glare at him, daring him to contradict me.

My heart pounds in my chest, adrenaline coursing through me. I've never felt more alive—or more terrified.

CHAPTER TEN

Shiver

Fuck me, where did the time go?

It feels like yesterday I rolled into Billings, ready to raise hell and leave my mark.

Now, I'm staring down the barrel of my last week here, and a part of me ain't ready to leave.

I can't stop thinking about Siren as I sit here in the clubhouse, pushing my dinner around the plate.

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