Page 11 of Siren's Kiss & Feral Beasts
“Sure.” Naia exhales roughly and extends her arms up and back, stretching her limbs. She doesn’t push or call me out right now. Instead, she turns and heads toward the exit, but pauses at the threshold. “Lunch today?”
I shake my head when she looks at me from over her shoulder. “Can’t. I’ve got something to take care of in Avaria.”
“Want some company?”
“Not today.”
“Then I’ll run interception with your grandfather.” A devilish smirk curls on her lips. “I’m sure His Majesty will be interested to learn about the problems young merwomen face. We can begin with the growing pressure to accept arranged marriages versus fated mates.”
I snort. “Oh, he’d be thrilled at that.”
My grandfather was a patriarch. At times sexist.
He believed a man should rule the siren kingdom, even though a woman was better equipped. Sure, my grandmother held power and her opinions were valued, but at the end of the day, her observations became his to take credit for. It was his protection and love that allowed her to be sofree.
That wasn’t freedom. It was chains disguised as jewelry, and I wasn’t going to end up like her.
I played my part, did my duty as heir, but my position was clear to all:
No marriage agreement, unless it’s to my fated mate.
“Right? Our king is always so worried about his constituents.” The smile on her face drops then, her expression now serious. “Be careful, Nerissa. Come home safely. You’re needed here.”
“I promise.”
Thick corded musclesripple with every movement while beads of sweat slide down his tanned skin. He’s gorgeous, every inch of him attuned to my need as he picks me up and flips me into position.
I’m on all fours. My head is low and ass high.
Every inch of me is on display as I revel in his strength. In how easily he manhandles me.
But then again, I crave his control. Need hisbite.
“Such a perfect little mate.” Lips trace from the base of my neck to my shoulder, his canines nipping the skin along the way. A bite of pain before a touch of pleasure. “Are you ready for me, Princess?”
“Oh, Gods,” I moan, clenching hard at the feel of his teeth. My hips push back against his thick length, silently begging him to take the gift I’ve saved for him. “Please.”
“Not Gods, Nerissa. I’m your beast.”
“Mine. Only mine.” Low; it leaves me on a needy whine, and he chuckles above me. That laugh turns into a hiss, though, a rough curse as the thick head of his cock notches at my entrance.
It feels so good. So right.
“No man or wolf will ever love you more.” His hips snap forward?—
“Oh, fuck me,” I gasp, sitting up in my bed. Chest heaving and inner thighs slick; I’m in my human form.What the…Two legs are lying on my clamshell bed, not my tail. I’m naked, and my body feels sensitive as if he’d touched me. As if it hadn’t all been a dream, and I have no way to explain or justify the tingling pulse of need causing me to clench.
To moan low as a shiver runs through me; I feel exposed.
Mermaids rarely shift in water. We stay in our true form. Our tails are a special part of who we are, and mine holds more than just its beautiful, iridescent colors.
My birthmark is distinct and special; I carry the mark of dual moons.
My grandmother carries the same mark, while my mother didn’t. Just as I have an affinity—my emotions are tied to the weather—and my mother had no ability. It skipped a generation.
Something that’s never happened before, and while alive, my mother saw it as a blessing. She wasn’t tied to serve the crown and preferred to stand down after finding her mate, letting my grandfather continue to lead. My father had no desire to be king, still doesn’t, and I don’t blame him.
Our kingdom isn’t as free as tide-hoppers might think.
