Page 91 of Rise of the Siren Queen
My brain, when not fried by her, might’ve remembered one tiny, inconvenient detail.
Protection.
Yeah. That thing I’d never,everforgotten in my entire life.
Untilher.
Twice.
Fuck.
She short-circuited everything in me. Logic, instinct, even basic biology. I wasn’t thinking like a man anymore. I was thinking like a feral animal. Something that wanted to mark her, claim her, knot her with my seed just to make sure no one else could ever touch her again.
Breed kink? Check.
Therapy? Maybe. But only if I could take her with me and bend her over the couch mid-session.
Still, I figured I shouldprobablyask, even if part of me hoped the answer would give me a reason to pin her down and finish the job nature started.
I leaned closer, lips brushing her shoulder. “I know it’s a little late for this, but… do you take any pills?”
She stiffened, and those wide eyes locked on mine like she’d just remembered the world still existed beyond the two of us.
“Human pills don’t work on us,” she hissed. “I use suppressantsmade by healers, but…”
She trailed off, avoiding my gaze.
“But?” I pushed, loving how shy she got when things got real. She could bare her body to me without flinching, but this? This had her squirming. Sweet.
“I forgot to bring some with me,” she whispered, staring at her palms.
A slow grin stretched across my face. I should’ve been worried. I should’ve panicked. But all I felt was warmth, raw, dark satisfaction curling in my gut like smoke.
“And what doesthatmean?” I asked, deliberately keeping my voice low, teasing, like I already knew the answer but wanted to hear her say it.
She hesitated. “They work like the pill. I have to take them daily. The two times we were together… it’s fine. No risk. But…” Her voice dropped to a murmur. “It can’t happen again.”
Disappointment? Nah. I didn’tneedto fuck her to ruin her for anyone else. My fingers, my mouth, my voice alone could make her forget her own damn name.
“So as long as I don’t fuck you…” I trailed off, smirking like the devil himself as filthy images danced through my mind. “We’re in the clear, right?”
“Right,” she breathed, cheeks turning deliciously pink. “But—”
“You’re mine,” I said smoothly, cutting her off. “While you’re here, this thing between us? We explore it. No running. No hiding. You gave yourself to me, and I’m not giving that up.”
Her mouth opened as if she wanted to protest, but then she sighed. “Fine.”
Victory tasted better when she tried to resist it.
“Let’s sleep, love,” I murmured against her ear, letting my teeth scrape her lobe. “We’ve got a long day tomorrow.”
She settled into me, body molding perfectly against mine like she belonged there. Her breathing evened out slowly, and I listened to the soft rhythm of it, syncing with my own.
I brushed a damp strand of hair from her face and studied her—her pale skin flushed in pink, those slightly parted plush lips, the faint sheen of satisfaction still glowing in her features. She looked like something out of a dream I never wanted to wake from.
Right now, she was mine. And I’d make damn sure it stayed that way.
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