Page 65 of Siren's Kiss & Feral Beasts
What’s more? She realizes just how mine she is, too.
There’s no denying this. Us. We are, and it’s as natural as the sun rising and setting or the tides crashing against the shore.
“Are you mad at me?” While Nerissa’s tone is cocky, beneath the layer of challenge there’s also a tinge of worry. Of caring. She’s fighting against everything she grew up loyal to. Her family, the crown—her people.Poor little mermaid mated to the one thing she’s been taught to abhor above all else.
“No. Not mad.” I’m hard for the curvaceous nymph—fucking throbbing for another taste of the only cunt I’ll ever worship—but she’s dead set on setting my world on fire.
Or better yet, drowning it and then reviving us in a blaze of glory.
But then again, I wouldn't expect anything less from the siren who owns my beast and me.
Both man and animal belong to her now. Our fated one.
“Then what are you?”
“Indulgent.” My one-word response has its desired response; her eyes narrow, and her lips form a pout. “Or were you expecting something else?”
“Careful, Wolf. Some might think you’re still in charge here.” Lightning cracks through the turbulent sky, striking the ship’s bow then. The impact is sharp and jostling, cracking the wood where I embedded my claw marks above the carving of a wolf mid-shift, the day I laid claim to this vessel. The prior owner was an old pirate, a dishonorable shifter who challenged me for my alpha rank and lost more than his fangs that day.
Not the first time it happened. Won’t be the last.
This ship was my prize.
My home for the last twelve months, while I hunted down my darling treasure.
I’ve fought like a beast. I’ve killed to protect it, too.
And now it’ll all go down in a plume of smoke…
“What about now?” The lilt in her voice changes, pulling me back to those dangerous eyes. Her expression is gentler, a softness I enjoyed the night we met—before she stole from me and then ran.Such a smart female. So perfect.Nerissa’s thighs loosen their tight grip around my waist, but she doesn’t release me completely. No, she stays close enough to enjoy the vibrations coming from my chest in a low and soothing growl.
And it’s in that closeness that I note the way luminescent scales in varying shades of purples and teal with touches of pink—different patterns—rise across her arms and ribs. They’re beautiful, look so soft, but there’s also a subtle thrumming coming from each.
Silent, yet they send a call that no one can hear, but then…
The mermaids below begin to sing again. Louder, their cadence meant to be sultry, and the tune is different this time. They’re not going for subtle anymore. The melody intertwines with the howling wind, creating a hypnotizing soundtrack thatmy men fight against. Each note is meant to distract and control, lacing itself through the cracks in the wood and bone before coiling around every werewolf aboard like a velvet noose. Each note strikes an ingrained yearning every werewolf carries—the hunger for the softness of skin and the surrender of their fated bond.
A gift from the gods. Soulmates are to be treasured and honored.
Moreover, my pack doesn’t believe in intimacy before finding your true mate.
We refuse to. We’re loyal to our destiny.
Anything less would be a disgrace, no matter how long it takes to bond with your soulmate. And more than that, no wolf wants to be responsible for the pain that betrayal could cause their fated one.
We’re territorial animals. We do not share.
The thought alone of another touching what is goddess-given and ours would lead to the death of a fellow shifter. There is no other way.
Yet my men aren’t infallible, and the siren’s song affects my crew.
One by one, they hit the deck, half-shifted—nails dragging splinters from the deck’s wood as they struggle to anchor themselves. The song weaves, tightens, while a heavy crash comes from the bow of the ship. The carving and my claw marks are gone, lost in the turbulent waters below, while embers fly away in a plume of smoke.
“I’m going to make you pay for this, Nerissa. On your knees and then on all fours.” Licking a fang, I taste her desire in the air surrounding us. There’s no denying the scent of her wetness nor the hungry tug of the semi-formed bond between us. It demands we act. That we mark each other and fuck.
“They’re here,” she whispers low, mouth against my neck. You couldn’t see or hear it from our position, the storm muffling any possible sound, and I give her a minute nod. “Remember, everything I do or say is a lie. Follow me when this is done.”
“To the end of the earth, my siren. I love you.”
