Page 31 of Siren's Kiss & Feral Beasts
I gave her the promised hour, then fucked her for two hours straight. Another short break, and I had her cock-drunk body in the shower, claiming her again while the steam clung to our skin. On her back in the living room, sprawled beneath the wall-to-wall shelves overflowing with books and an odd collection of trinkets.
On all fours in the hallway, when I couldn’t control myself, the sway of her enticing hips too much of a temptation. And finally, just two hours ago, I had her draped over me in this bed, riding her slow, spanking her ass, and guiding her exhausted body to meet me thrust for thrust.
Alpha, the merman general just…
Torren’s communication is cut off, and I’m on my feet, waking Nerissa in the process. I’m not worried about my nakedness, but I still grab a pair of pants I’d picked up after I put her to bed after the last round. The shifter’s clothes box was close enough that I couldn’t have been gone longer than three minutes.
I’m on my way. Kill anyone who boards the ship.
“Where are you going?” she asks, sleepily rubbing her eyes. Rumpled and with a few lines from the pillow on her cheek, Nerissa truly looks adorable. Walking over, I bend low enough to reach her lips and place a peck on them. Suck on the lower one just a little bit before pulling back. “One more, Alpha.”
I do, but this time lay a tiny kiss on her forehead, my hand caressing her cheek. “I’ll be back. Get some more sleep.”
“But—”
“Trust me, I’ll be back.”
“What’s wrong?” Nerissa’s brows pucker, her hand grabbing mine. “Did something happen?”
Surrounded. Two hurt.
“I’ll be back.” Ignoring the concern on her face and the call of my name, I leave her room and I’m out the door within seconds, my wolf bursting through and landing on his paws just outside her property line. He’s angry, and so am I, but we still turn and look at her door when we sense her standing there.
Something is wrong with her expression; there’s worry and a touch of sadness—guilt. The latter of which makes no sense, especially since she’s done nothing wrong.
I’ll be back and will soothe her.
I will not leave her. She’s mine, my mate and future, and nothing will take her from me. The stone is irrelevant; my wolf and I already know the truth. It’s carved into our bones. She belongs at my side, and I’ll make sure that’s a reality no matter the cost.
When the time comes, I’ll place the Cordis Lux in her hands, not as proof, but as my vow—it’ll be hers until the day our heir claims his birthright.
My wolf agrees. Happy, yet it’s tempered with our gamma’s earlier mindlink.
Disrespect isn’t something I tolerate. To trespass upon my ship is unforgivable, but to attack it? That’s a death sentence, one I’m the judge, jury, and executioner of.
Gamma, open the link. Let me hear.
Immediately, there’s shouting. The sound of heavy footfalls and rapid movement—the clink of metal striking metal.
Where the fuck is it?The voice that comes through isn’t Torren’s. It’s slightly higher in pitch and entitled, yet beneath the false bravado, I can detect fear. The slight tremor at the end gives him away.
I’m going to gut you and display your filthy remains at the bow of our ship.
I tear across town and to the port, every muscle coiled tight and paws hammering the cobblestone street and then the planks of Port Avaria’s dock. My pants, which had been clenched between my teeth, are now somewhere behind me as I reach the edge.
Instincts are a dangerous thing, and when you hurt a predator’s family, they're merciless. Unforgiving.
I jumped onto the ramp and into my ship, teeth bared and claws scraping wood.
The air reeks of salt and blood, and my senses flare—pain, fear, and the scent of my pack mingled with those of mermaid bodies. One siren is dead, an older man with a decorated kelp sash across his chest. His blood spreads across the old wood, tainting everything with his life’s essence, which to me is worth less than that of a dead rat.
Then my eyes find Torren’s. He’s bleeding, the jagged edge of an armored glass protruding from his flank. He’s hurt, bleeding, still standing his ground, and I jump in front of him without hesitation.
A growl rips through my chest, full of ire and promised retribution, while mermaids swarm the ship. Their army chants, less a siren’s song and more of a clicking sound—a war cry as they use their sharp nails to climb my vessel.
Their skins holds a faint glimmer under the sunlight, tails thrashing, creating a thumping sound as they push their way up. It’s loud. Irritates my wolf, and he grabs the arm of the one closest to us and bites down, shattering his arm before tossing him aside.
He lands with a sickening crunch against the railing before slipping through and disappearing beneath the small waves.
