Page 55 of The Seer

As another wave of pleasure swept her, Taryn’s eyes flew wide.

The amused half-grin was pure Fintan.

Other than a savage curse, Creed said nothing, but Taryn had the sense they’d departed.

“Fintan, if you’re in there, I need you to return now,” she urged.

It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate a panty-incinerating experience, but his warning rang in her mind. He’d feared the Incubus. And though she doubted that’s what the creature in front of her was, she knew if it absorbed her magic when she crested—three more notes, but who was counting?—Fintan would become his greatest fear.

“No,” it hummed, causing another tsunami of pleasure.

“Stop this!” she ordered. “I love Fintan, and?—”

The Siren’s arms hauled her against him, lifting her off her feet.

With a squeal, she clutched his shoulders. The texture of his scales wasn’t as expected, and her fingertips encountered warm skin. Wherever she touched him, he lit from within, giving off a jellyfish-like bioluminescence.

“That’s incredible,” she breathed.

His wings encircled them, plunging her world into darkness except for the shimmer of light off his body. The bottom bones supporting the lower sail’s membrane provided a place for her to stand, putting them face to face.

“You,” he said.

Incredible.

Mine.

Fuck.

“Nope!” She applied the brakes on the Siren’s runaway train, especially when his anaconda tried caressing places only Fintan’s snake was allowed entrance. “No fucking! That thing you’re packing will rearrange my internal organs.”

“Will fit,” he purred, causing her another pleasurable shudder.

Moisture gathered at the apex of her thighs. If it wasn’t for the small matter that she loved Fintan and if she were into sex with anything but humans, she might’ve been persuaded to give the Siren a go.

Was that four notes? She’d always been bad at math.

A gleam entered his eyes, and it looked remarkably like a challenge.

She frowned. “How many people have you had sex with in this state?” she demanded. “Because I don’t think you’re an ordinary Siren.”

His grin flashed, and he buried his nose against her throat, inhaling deeply right before swiping his tongue from the base of her neck to her ear lobe. Though a bit longer and thicker, the texture of his tongue was no different than a human’s, and it put naughty ideas into her head.

“Ye—,” he began.

She clapped her hand over his mouth. “Not another sound, mister!”

Humor lurked in his twinkling eyes, and she had the stray thought that Fintan might be pranking her. Would he risk such a thing?

“Please send Fintan back to me,” she begged.

“Five,” he hummed.

Her body was an earthquake unto itself, and she blacked out.

CHAPTER18

Taryn woke in slow increments. Languid and happy, she snuggled closer to the body heat wrapped around her. Beneath her shirt, warm, tantalizing fingers traced a lazy pattern across her abdomen, and she smiled at the deliciousness of the touch.

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