Page 55 of Siren's Kiss & Feral Beasts
“Are you sure? We can tender…” he trails off when I bare my teeth at him. “This is a perfect choice, Alpha. Great for an early evening search.”
“Drop the anchor.” The crew leaps into motion, sails snap, and ropes whip as they’re tied, and the wheel turns hard. We begin to slow, heading closer to the pale sand beach.
I don’t wait for the anchor to fully catch before I’m overboard, gliding through the water and coming up a few yards from the ship. Behind me, Torren and Maleth follow, walking up the shoreline and assessing the area, and finding no signs of life.
“Search the land,” I order, voice steady. A stark contrast to how I feel inside, and I think they notice because each man steps back. “Torren, take Maleth and five others and go east. Visit the pack there, get a quick report on their living conditions and finances while you're at it.” As I’m finishing, Otto and the rest of the crew walk up beside us. They didn’t bring the boats, choosing instead to swim to shore. “Otto, you’re heading west with the rest of the crew. Sweep every inch of the island, and do the same if wolves are living there. There shouldn’t be, but just in case the pack expanded and didn’t report it.”
They disburse, and I breathe in deep. Then again.
My nostrils flare as the wind shifts again, and I follow the notes of orange blossom to another part of the beach. I pass a driftwood graveyard, a rocky cliff, and then a crop of trees. It separates one side from the other, not quite a mangrove, but thick enough that I have to find my way around, and the closer I am to the other side, the stronger her perfume gets.
“She’s here.” It’s a lash across my senses before the snap of an electrical rope wraps around my chest, and it tugs me closer. I can’t resist the pull, nor do I want to, because it will always lead me to her—my beautiful siren.
My mate. My female.
Another few steps, and I’m just past the cropping of palm trees when her scent intensifies. Fresh and sweet, but there’s a touch of sultry overpowering her call. It’s want and need—a song only I hear or can claim.
She’s aching for me. Demanding I ease her storm…
“Kai.” One word, and it’s glorious on her tongue. My ears twitch, and a low growl builds inside my chest, the early evening breeze carrying her whimpers while my cock throbs. It’s hard and pulsing, my knot expanding slowly with an ache so deep my knees almost buckle.
Yet I remain upright. Take my position, legs spread and back against the trunk as I watch her perform for me.
Because she senses me. Knows her beasts—man and wolf—are near.
Licking my lips, I take quick notice of the coppery taste of my blood and the sharp canine piercing through my flesh. Then there’s the fur on my arms and the claws currently destroying my waistband, pricking my skin in my haste to undo the button and zipper.
I rip through both. Then my shirt.
There are a few cuts and the sting of the salty breeze, but I pay no mind as those violet eyes meet mine after so long. And in that look, I see my every desire looking back at me:
To belong. To savor. To bite.
Raw and untamed, the wolf bares his teeth at her while I stroke my cock from root to tip and down again. A move she follows, licking her lips while those supple thighs I yearn to mark spread wider.
Goddess help me, she’s perfection.
Pink. Wet. Heat.
A velvet oasis that makes my mouth water, and more so when I hear just how slick she is. How ready for my knot she is.
The sound of her fingers sliding in and out that tight little hole has me unconsciously taking a step forward, and I grunt in approval, enjoying the way she arches for me. How her heavy breasts bounce a little with each gyration of her hips as she meets the fast pump of her slim fingers.
Through each stroke, those violet eyes never leave mine. Nerissa nearly vibrates at the sight of me under the moonlight, and I’m gifted with the slow shimmer of her scales as they rise under her soft skin. Blues, pinks, and a touch of purple throughout, and they seem to come alive as she rides her hand.
Another call. Her natural allure.
But the bond between us hums and whispers that this is only for me. No one else.
An acknowledgement that makes me throb with male pride as I watch my gift from the goddess come undone.
I match Nerissa’s every stroke with a violent one of my own.
My growls intertwine with her moans, creating a beautiful cadence I’ll carry for the rest of my life. This song is mine, tattooed in my heart and sacred to me.
“My wolf, I’m so close,” Nerissa cries out, thighs trembling, and I fall to my knees. I don’t make a sound, crawling toward my prize in my half-shift form while the hand stroking my cock continues its brutal strokes. I fuck my hand to the rapid rise and fall of her chest, leaving a trail of my pre-come in the sand below. Honey eyes on violet ones, I don’t stop until my unoccupied clawed hand is gripping one thigh and my lips are a hair's breadth from her slick mess.
I breathe her in, and she stills.
