Page 1 of Siren's Kiss & Feral Beasts
PROLOGUE
ALPHA KAI
“The captain always goes down with the ship.”
She drags her sharp, luminescent nails down the front of my trousers, shredding the fabric and zipper just enough to free my cock. It springs free, and I’m throbbing; the engorged head’s dripping pre-come while her nose skims me from the slit down to my heavy knot.
There, she pauses and breathes me in.
Her soft lips are a gift, while the bite of her nails on my skin—her full-body shivers—causes my wolf to growl in approval. Nerissa’s scent deepens at that, at how close my beast is to the surface, and the natural sweetness of her slick takes on a sharper note as it surrounds us.
A little earthier. More decadent.
My body throbs with need, yet I remain still as both sides of me take in her every movement. My wolf is proud of his treacherous mate, and I find her actions amusing. Adorable.
How she stole from me and then ran is our primal dance.
How she tied me to the ship’s mast is foreplay.
“I’m famished, my wolf,” my mate croons, looking up at me from beneath her long, dark lashes. Her violet eyes are hoodedwhile her small, yet sharp fangs bite into her bottom lip. “Will you feed me?”
“You’re playing a dangerous game, little treasure.”
“You don’t scare me, Alpha.”
“I live to protect you, Nerissa Del Mare. I’d never harm you.”
“Then give me what I need, Alpha Daire.” Her lips brush across the tip of my cock. The act is reverent and sweet, while the heat in her violet eyes promises a painful reckoning. One soft kiss. One whispered vow. “Feed my selfish desire and need, Wolf. What I’m begging for.”
The last word hasn’t fully left her sinful mouth before Nerissa flicks her tongue across the engorged head, paying extra attention to the slit where drops of pre-come bead for her. Her hum at my taste is like an electrical shock to my knot—I throb and swell in her tiny hand while she tightens her grip. Those delicate fingers don’t meet around my girth. Her mouth stretching over the head looks obscene, but then nothing else registers.
Slow. Wet. Merciless.
Velvet-soft lips wrap around me, working me deeper in small, yet quick bobs of her head until I kiss the back of her throat. Then, there’s the scrape of her sharp nails digging into my thighs—the bite of pain is driving my wolf mad, and it’s taking every ounce of self-control I possess not to fuck her throat.
To not tear off these pathetic shackles and take control.
I’m allowing my mate this one moment of victory before hunting and mounting my prey. It’s in a wolf's biology to toy with its food before tearing into its flesh, and I plan to indulge this beautiful siren until it’s my turn tobite.
Chains rattle above me, my muscles trembling from the absolute savagery building inside as Nerissa’s perfect mouthsucks me. She can’t take the full length, but we have the rest of our lives to fix that. To train her to take my knot there, too.
“More,” she moans around my girth, her eyes fluttering closed as she savors my taste. The vibrations feel so fucking good, and my chest rumbles with approval while she hollows her cheeks. The look on her face is pure bliss, as if she were praying for mercy and repentance simultaneously—I smile.
There is no escaping my wrath when this is all said and done.She’ll pay for this with her cunt, right before I take her ass. Fair trade after stealing from me.Because we both know how easily I could snap both these chains and her neck, although I’d never hurt her.
Never her. Anyone but her.
A small string of drool runs down the corner of her mouth and chin, marking the scales still exposed across her collarbone. I grunt at the sight. At the blood there, too. My blood. The deep gouges her nails made on my flesh have dirtied her, and it only serves to heighten her beauty.
Filthy. Sinful. Perfection.
“When this is over, I’m going to give you the world, my female.” A promise. My vow. But then the ship groans beneath us; a deafening crack forms a few feet from where she’s sucking my cock. We’re sinking, and fast—the shouts from my crew break through the raging storm. They call my name, beg me to get off the ship and get to safety, but I don’t move.
I’d never ruin her fun. And my female is enjoying herself while ignoring the damage she’s created.
The obscene sound of her gagging on my length is worth my ruined ship ten times over.
“Motherfuck,” I hiss out from between clenched teeth as her throat spasms, tightly stroking my cock with each swallow. One of my clawed hands embeds itself into what’s left of the mastwhile the other uses the limited mobility the shackle gives me to wrap her hair around my fist.
