Page 24 of Siren's Kiss & Feral Beasts
Alpha Kai watches me with undisguised hunger. His eyes roam, taking in each delicate bow where a button should be. From my bust to the hem of my mid-thigh summer dress, he doesn’t miss a single detail. Raw and palpable need flows between us. The attraction is electric, and I find myself tightly sandwiched between his warm body and the wall on my next breath.
He’s breathing hard, tattooed midsection heaving, and I’ve never felt so small in my life. So delicate.
Wetness coats my upper thighs, my core clenching hard when a strong arm slips around my waist and lifts me until we’re face to face, chests drawing in deep breaths while his exhale becomes my inhale.
Gods help me. I cannot resist him.
Yet my prayer falls of deaf ears. More so when I get to experience a taste of his protectiveness.
A warning snarl suddenly rips from him, and the sound reverberates against my lips—they tingle in its wake. It also causes a few yips to come from somewhere around the corner; the response is one of fear and submission.
He’s alert where I’ve been docile, ignoring the subtle tilt of his head, picking up conversations, and keeping track of where the residents are. Affording us privacy. It reminds me of my own abilities, how the lightest noise filters through, or how easily I should pick up movements. All normal behavior, especially from?—
I’m stopped in my tracks.
From his intense eyes to his lips and then his neck, where I pause.Where is it?There’s nothing where the stone should’ve been. Where just a few days ago, I’d seen the chain, a large black stone dangling and hard to miss.
That day, as he fought the rogue, I’d taken note of the size, the metal used to secure it, and began to plan. I was going to take it. Let nature distract him while I slip undetected onto his ship—a thunderstorm my cover—and then slip away back home.
Easy. Controllable. Magda was part of my plan; I needed her to create a scent blocker for me. My cloak would work; its ability to hide my scent and heat trace is unmatched, but there are too many variables that can go wrong.
It could snag on something.
It could be grabbed.
Two scenarios I’m unwilling to test. Not when this wolf is more than meets the eye.
Pricks of pain send a jolt of pleasure through me. It’s his claws; they’ve extended, and when my gaze meets his again, his fangs are exposed. His grin is just shy of feral.
“I’m going on instinct, Nerissa. More beast than man, and I want you.”
“Kai,” I breathe out, a slip of the tongue as he hasn’t given me his name. Haven’t given him mine, either. Not that Alpha Daire calls me out on it. If anything, he revels in the way it rolls off my tongue. There’s a vibration coming from his chest, that sweet little sound again, and it causes my core to clench and my hips to gyrate.Fuck, he’s purring for me.
Throbbing against my mound,butthen he lowers me, slowly rubbing himself over my midsection until my feet touch the ground. Thick, long—I’m whimpering as he removes his hand, tapping my nose with a single finger while a slick smirk graces his lip.
“Run, little treasure.”
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That’s all the warning I give her.
One step. Two steps. I take ten steps back, closing my eyes for a few seconds while I savor her need for me. She’s everywhere. Her slick desire in the air between us and the sweet with a delicate-hint-of-salt perfection complements her naturally addictive perfume.
Floral. Fruity.Mine.
There’s a subtle shift in front of me, the soles of her open-toed sandals dragging against the cobblestone beneath our feet. I’m attuned to the most minute movement, and when she moves closer instead of away, I snap my teeth at her playfully.
Her squeal—half shock, half laughter—slides across my every nerve ending like a pulse, and my eyes snap open. Moreover, the longer she’s near, the harder it thrums through me, and I grunt in approval. The sound is full of pride, both man and beast, a low growl that causes goosebumps across her tanned skin.
That sinful blush also deepens from her cheeks to her bigger-than-a-handful breasts. They’re encased in a soft, white cotton dress sans bra, and I can’t help but let my eyes wander low. Ifollow the path of small bows down the front to where her cunt is hidden from view.
Are you bare for me, pretty girl?
Motherfuck, I’m hard. My cock thickens and pushes against the fabric of my pants. I can feel the beads of pre-come as they slip from the head and down the shaft before disappearing into the stitching. Anticipation and lust—a heady combination I welcome for the first time in my life.
Only for her. For the woman I will claim and mate.
