Page 66 of Siren's Kiss & Feral Beasts
“I love you, too, Alpha. Nothing will ever change that.” Nerissa’s smile is sweet, but then turns predatory as she unwraps her legs and slides down the front of my six-foot-five frame. The descent is slow, meticulous, and I snarl viciously when her wet cunt glides over my cock. “Now be good alpha and growl for me.”
“I’m going to make you pay for this, Nerissa. You’ll take it like a good girl and beg for more.”
“Anything for you.” A clicking sound comes from my mate, and the sirens come closer. They surround the ship, bodies positioned to attack anyone who tries to jump, and my men all fall into line. In our last shared dream, Nerissa had given me instructions for myself and my crew.
How to act. How to prepare for the compulsion to serve a siren.
Some of them have small pieces of cotton in their ears, blocking enough of the signal to lessen the effect. Their sounds are sweet and melodic—soaked in sin—while my female carries a slightly different tune meant to control me. Nerissa’s song is private, a sensual call to her male, and my chest vibrates with an answering purr she can’t ignore.
It’s there in the rapid rise and fall of her chest. The dilation of her pupils and goosebumps on her soft, tanned skin.
“How much longer?” I mouth against her lips when she kisses me, while my pack members continue to fight. The ones without the cotton for help decided it was easier in their wolf form; they shook the noise off and grappled with their mouthsto grab hold of the sail’s rope. They bite and pull, dig their claws with a different purpose now, but nothing will save this ship.
I know it. They do too.
The mast snaps, the sails tumbling down and crashing a few feet from Nerissa and me.
“Get out. I’ll find you later.”
“But, Alpha?—”
“Get them the fuck off the boat, Gamma. That’s an order.”
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NERISSA
PRESENT…
“That’s my beautiful treasure. Such a good little female worshipping her mate.”
His praise excites me, more so because the show we’re putting on only serves to anger Orion. I know he’s watching, angry at my defiance and the sweet smile I give my wolf. A man who didn’t doubt me or ask questions—Kai Daire only wants to make sure I’m safe.
This ship will not make it, and the only thing he asks for in return is that I remain loyal. That I come back to him. Two things he will never have to worry about as long as there is breath in my lungs and blood pumping through my veins.
I am his.
Taking him into the back of my throat, I slide my lips down fast and then drag them to the tip slowly, one hand skimming across his swollen knot, then lower to his balls. I squeeze and tug in a rhythmic sequence, giving him the bite of pain I’ve come to know he appreciates while the pleasure mounts as I worship on my knees.
From our position, no one can see me as he’s facing away from the chaos, but they can hear.
Know that I am giving my mate his well-earned pleasure, and Orion can choke on that from wherever he hides.
Kai’s grip on my hair tightens, and he forces me to look up at him. He pumps in lazily a few times, enjoying the control as water begins to lap at our feet. He’s close, and I transition slowly, showing him the full effect of my skin turning from golden to a shimmering tail beneath the rising water as what’s left of the mast groans. He does, too, as I use my tail—flick the fin back and forth—to keep me at just the right height to fuck his cock.
But it’s the look in his gorgeous honey eyes that drives me to hungrily hiss out, “Mine.”
“I’m yours, Nerissa. Take what you need.”
“Never forget that, Alpha,” I say, and this time, when I sucks him in, I don’t stop until reaching his knot. There, I tighten my lips and tease the underside with the tip of my tongue…
“Gods, sweetheart. Perfect fucking mouth,” Kai hisses out from between clenched teeth as the first rope of his spend lands on my tongue. And I hum at the taste, hollowing my cheeks and bobbing faster to milk every last drop.
I’m blushing as I do. The heat on my face spreads from the apple of my cheek down to the tops of my breasts, but then it all crashes into us. Sounds get louder. Yelling is desperate.
Gods, everything slams back into focus as we take full breaths.
The late-night sky is lit up by the storm, and rain begins to pelt hard just as the water reaches his chest. The weight of the broken mast is dragging him down, dark water surrounds us, and yet I’m not concerned.
