Page 28 of Siren's Kiss & Feral Beasts
While I can still make out the sound of waves crashing upon the shore, and I know the water is shimmering a brighter blue.
My emotions have always been tied to the weather and sea; any shift signals a change, and in this moment, they’re celebrating with me. I’ve never taken a lover, but not because it’s against our laws—some choose to be wild and free before a mate ship happens, while others honor the bond.
I’m the latter.
I’ve always wanted to be pure for him or her, but this pull to Kai is undeniable. Even without the stone or its magic, my soul is calling out to his—demands I accept—and there is no stopping this. Him. Me. A pull that will destroy us; of that I have no doubt, and yet I don’t care.
Selfish. Irresponsible.I want him.
Kai purrs against my nape, his lips trailing down my spine. He stops in between kisses to nip then lick, soothing the abused flesh on his exploration. Goosebumps rise and spread, my body thrumming with pleasure while the tree bark drags across my nipples with each minute shift.
It’s torture. A tiny bite of pain with the pleasure.
My palms flatten against the rough bark; I’m trembling and full of anticipation, clenching my thighs to alleviate some of the ache he’s created. I’m wet, naked, and at his mercy.
“Such a beautiful little treasure I’ve found. So pretty and pink and mine,” he croons against my skin, his big hands gripping my hips and pulling me back toward him, bending me at the waist. From my new position, I see his knees on the ground right before one large hand spreads my knees further apart.
I tremble. I’m nervous and excited, andoh God!
The first swipe of his tongue makes my knees weak, forehead falling against the tree as a fully-body shiver runs through me. I’ve never experienced anything like this, not even when I’ve explored my body inside the privacy of my home here in Avaria.
There’s a sense of freedom I have here.
Behind my closed door, no one can interrupt or walk into my room without a literal wall stopping them. Something our kingdom doesn’t truly promote. Yes, we havesomeprivacy, but not like this.
I’m addicted to the independence. To my rebellion from what’s expected and not allowed.
His growl of satisfaction vibrates through me then; I feel it from my clenching hole to my clit, the latter of which throbs on his tongue. “Will you gift me your name now?” Each word is spoken against my sex, a little muffled while his exhalations warm my clit. From the now cooler breeze to his hot breath, I enjoy the different sensations each one elicits. “Or do you need me to sayplease?”
That last word is accompanied by the flat of his tongue slowly sliding from my clenching hole to my bundle of nerves, and a low, mewling sound leaves me. I feel him shake—his grip on me tightens and those long claws break skin. Not too deep, but enough that a few beads of blood pool at the cut and then roll down my hip. There’s a slight sting at the cut, but when he laps at my entrance, slipping the tip of his tongue inside and creating a delicious heat low in my belly, I find myself pushing back.
Fighting against his hold. Wanting more.
“Kai, that…oh my gods!”
“Good girl.” Something about the praise tugs at the core of me. It’s heady, and I almost preen, a reaction he can literally taste between my thighs. I can’t help but look back at him from over my shoulder, even if the position is a little uncomfortable. And when I do, I see this glorious alpha on his knees—muscles bulging and fur bristling across his arms and chest—fighting back a shift…
I bare my siren teeth at him.
They’re not as sharp as his, but I have predator instincts, and those golden eyes darken around the edges, honey at the center with a dark brown ring around the outer rim. I find them beautiful—a realization that unsettles me, a dangerous truth slipping past what little is left of my defenses.
But then he winks. A warning.
“Mine,” Alpha Kai growls, fangs grazing my labia, pricking the flesh before deepening the kiss. And it’s that bite of pain thatshatters me, his hungry grunt as my blood and wetness bathes his tongue. He’s a possessed man. Holding me up when my knees grow weak, he eats me through each shiver and clench, my walls pulsing in time with the flicks of his tongue. I come for him on a long and loud moan, my hand slamming against the tree as my hips ride his face.
I’m pushing back and trying to gyrate, riding the tidal waves of pleasure cresting through me. From the top of my head to my feet, I’m sensitive yet thrumming with the need of more.
I also don’t realize that in the height of my orgasm, I’m whining my name. Over and over, giving him a prize for making me fall into a pleasurably painful bliss.
“Nerissa.”
One word. Silken sin coming from the enemy’s mouth tastes sweeter to me. In that moment, as another small rush of wetness coats my lips and drips down to the jungle’s floor, I’m struck by another thought.Does he know who I am?
Would he still be on his knees for me if he did?
“Kai, I’m…offuck!” I’m airborne for a moment, turned in his hands and laid on my back with his body covering mine, before the last syllable has passed through my lips.
“You know who I am.” Not a question. The expression on his still-wet face—my come on his lips—is one of pride. His chest puffs out and rubs against my breasts, the thick yet soft hair there eliciting shivers from me that have nothing to do with the mild wind.
