Page 2 of Siren's Kiss & Feral Beasts
Grip tight, I keep her in place but don’t thrust my hips. Instead, I enjoy the quick bob of her throat on each swallow and the bite of hernailsas they once again pierce my flesh. The more the vessel tips, flooding each floor, the more aggressive—desperate—my little storm becomes.
The ship tilts further, and a few crates smash against each other. They shatter upon impact, fragments scattering—banging on everything in their path—and yet my mate never stops taking me in deep.
When a small piece of glass from a now broken window slices across my abdomen, I feel her shiver as the air becomes tinged with my blood and need. Her mouth works me harder, deep strokes, before pulling back and licking a path from tip to knot and then to the cut on my stomach.
Both man and beast snarl at her.
Chest heaving. Canines flashing. Drops of pre-come falling to the floor…
The little nymph only smirks at me. “Behave, Wolf.”
That’s it. Just the directive to stay compliant while Nerissa gazes at the already healing small wound. She follows the movement of each drop and then completely shatters me by licking each one clean. Her tongue is so fucking soft as it slides across the cut, but it’s the tingling sensation left behind that causes a hard shiver to rush through me. It’s almost volatile; my muscles clench and unclench while my knot swells to near painful.
Her scales, beautiful in their varying shades, also begin to vibrate. The movement is subtle, and the pulse is rhythmic in a pattern of three and four counts between short pauses—I’m entranced. It’s a language I don’t understand yet, but that I plan to become a scholar of.
“That’s my beautiful treasure. Such a good little female worshipping her mate.”
At my praise, Nerissa flashes me a sweet look before taking me back into her hot little mouth. Each bob of her head is fast while one hand skims fingers across my knot and lower, squeezing my heavy balls hard enough to sting, but the bite of pain and pleasure only makes me harder.
My release is so close. She can tell, too, and gives the heavy sack a sharp tug.
I release my grip on her hair as water laps at our feet and then our shins. Everything feels in slow motion; the wet heat of her mouth distracts me from the ship’s destruction and the worry of my pack members on longboats somewhere nearby. There’s not a single fuck in me about the waves crashing and forcing us into what feels like a whirlpool, or the way lightning strikes the wreckage as it drifts out.
All I see and acknowledge is her.
My female. My mate.
Nerissa transforms slowly, her tail shimmering beneath the water, now reaching my knees. What’s left of the mast groans, and I do too as she flicks the end back and forth, staying right where I need her.
“Mine.”
“I’m yours, Nerissa. Take what you need.”
“Never forget that, Alpha,” she says, and this time, when she sucks me in, Nerissa doesn’t stop until reaching my knot. There, she tightens her lips and teases the underside with the tip of her tongue…
“Fuck,” I hiss out from between clenched teeth as the first rope of my spend lands on her tongue. She hums in appreciation at that, hollowing her cheeks and bobbing—milking every last drop. And sexier than anything this gorgeous siren has done…?
The blush on her face as she looks up at me with those violet eyes and swallows.
Perfection. Home. Mine.
Pulling back, she kisses the tip a final time and rises to lay a tiny nip to my bottom lip. Her small fangs cut the skin, her cherry lips now stained with my blood and come as a sharp snap rends the air.
That sound is?—
Goddess, everything comes back into focus as I take in a full breath. The late-night sky is lit up with the storm, and rain begins to pelt hard just as the water reaches my chest. The weight of the broken mast is dragging me down, dark water surrounding me, and yet I see it all.
The flash of pain on her face as she slips beneath the water.
The gleam of metal around my wrist.
The light coming from something just past the isolated storm…
And then it’s all black. Endless black, until a lithe form swims past me and small fingers skim across my skin. It’s a shock to my senses and my beast—the electrical tethers of our bond and the bite of pain as she rips the Cordis Lux from around my neck. My wolf is present in my glowing eyes, taking in the way her clan swims away—they surround their princess—but her movements aren’t as fluid.
She’s fighting every inch of space between us.
It’s there in the lackluster sway of her beautiful tail and rigid shoulders. Slow, as if it physically pains her to swim away from me, but just as they move past the wreckage, she turns a final time, and our eyes meet. I’m growling deep, and the vibrations carry through the water to her.
