Page 140 of The Prince from a Cruel Summer
“You can keep one, if you like. We’re sisters. But it’s always polite to share.”
Beth sinks her nails even deeper into my arm. “I’m not in a sharing mood. And to be frank I need this one, too, to sail home,” Beth says as she points to Seth.
The redheaded siren behind Seth leaps to the ground and inches closer. She looks very similar to Melisandra, her breasts round and full, her nipples dark and taut. Despite similarities, she looks a tad younger, and her hair is more fiery than dark red. “Earthling men are incredibly fickle. He still stands there by your side, but one song, and he’d swear his life to me, instead.”
My spine stiffens at her hungry gaze. “I would never,” I chuck out.
“Easy, Malon.” Melisandra warns. “He’s powerful.”
“Do you care for a wager, sister?” The siren climbs up my chest with spider fingers, filling me up without a shred of shame as she addresses Beth. “If this one stays with you in spite of my performance, you can keep your men. If he follows me to the deep, we’ll take themall.” She smacks her lips together, clearly pleased with herself.
I squeeze Beth’s hand for her to let me answer for myself. “I’d never go with you.”
“Is that a yes, then?”
My lids flutter as she traces at the top of my mark, her green eyes shining with curiosity, her hand so close to my cock, I can’t exactly pretend her powers aren’t affecting me. “Yes.”
I swallow hard. What have I done? There’s no doubt in my mind these sirens could convince all the men on this boat to slice their own throats in exchange for a kiss, and to be honest, a part of me really craves the death they offer. Down there, in the deep, exhausted and dizzy with pleasure.
Malon grins up at me and opens her mouth to sing.
I once saw a sailor with gorgeous eyes,
A strong jaw and a charming smile,
Wore a crown of night,
And a sword of might.
I’d never met a man like him,
He’d never heard a song like mine.
He followed me to the deep,
Said he wanted me for a wife,
Clinging to me even in his sleep.
I thought I’d found a lover to keep.
But dawn came, and he remembered his life,
The children and queen he already had.
He could have just taken his leave,
But tried to erase his mistake with a cleave,
Called me a villain, a temptress, a freak?—
Oh, how the waves take care of the weak.
The others start to sing along, their voices merging together, their choir rippling through the air as though hundreds of sirens—and not just a handful—are actually in the water, surrounding us.
I know we’re all in terrible danger, but my body doesn’t care. I’m losing my grip.
Something about their magic fills me with a raw, primal need. All my thoughts narrow on the heat building in my body, focused on how to alleviate the ache that floods through me. I feel rather inclined to strip and claim Beth right here—in front of everyone.
