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“I’ve died without you for a hundred years.” Aidan glances around the room, the tiny cabin cluttered with maps and scrolls. His hands fall from my shoulders to my waist, tracing the flimsy buttons of the undershirt he lent me. “But you deserved a better wedding.”
Luther’s cabin is a strange place for us to celebrate our love, but I’ve been waiting for this moment forever, and now that it's here, nothing else matters. “Who cares about the wedding when I finally haveyou?”
Aidan bares me to him, one button at a time, his hands shaking as he slides them up my stomach to caress my breasts. He dips his head down to taste them, the areolas thick and dark under his scrutiny. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”
I can’t believe I almost watched him marry someone else, or that Malon tried to steal him away, and the thought fills me with a needy, hungry flare of rage. Jealousy spikes in my blood, the siren in me stirring to life.
I palm his erection over his trousers, and he hisses under his breath. “Oh, fuck.”
From the way his cock throbs at the simplest touch, I have trouble believing he’s able to function at all. “That must hurt,” I breathe.
His eyes shine with bottomless greed as his hips buck forward. “You have no idea. I was ready to kill them all just to be left alone with you…”
He’s still affected by my song, and my insides are slick in response, my body arching into his touch. He pulls me into a heated kiss before ridding himself of his trousers, the fabric bunching at his feet as he picks me up in his arms. His hardness rubs against my entrance, and I cry out at the friction. “Take me now. I need you inside me.”
I’ve never indulged in the high a siren’s song can bring, least of all with Aidan, myhusband, and the rush sizzling through me is unequaled.
Magic spices up the air of the cabin. Waves rock the boat from side to side, as though the sea itself is dancing in cheer. Oxygen grows sparse, and I struggle to catch my breath, my walls pulsing, the anticipation radiating across my belly.
I shake all over. The visceral need for Aidan to fill me, to soothe the tender sting of emptiness within my body, eclipses everything else. Our eyes lock, and he muffles a heavy groan as he feeds me his cock inch by inch.
My head falls back against the door, the feel of him even better than I remembered.
Hotter.
Harder.
Ice and fire meld together as though they were always meant to collide as Aidan moves in and out of me, the moment heightened by the power of the sea and the weight of our vows. The magic that sank into our bones tingles in delight at the meeting of our flesh, drugging and raw. Aidan appears as intoxicated as I am as he places an open-mouthed kiss on my lips, fucking me slow and steady.
He’s mine.
Finally.
The foolish promises we made as kids have become reality, and I can’t get enough of us like this, together. Of the scent we make, and the fury of my love for him.
Every kiss, every touch, is a promise, and for a brief, blissful moment, I forget everything but him. Sirens love the hardest, indeed.
Chapter 46
Lord of the Tides
AIDAN
The sun dips low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden light over the Augustus shore as the boat glides toward land. I hold Beth close, her body pressed against mine. The finality of our vows still lingers between us, but it's no longer a burden—it's the promise of a future side by side, no matter the storm ahead.
“It pains me to say, but you’re a fine captain,” I tell Seth.
He looks more at ease here than I’ve ever seen him, working the ropes and pulleys with an absent-minded smile. “I’m a Storm Fae. If I’m not a good sailor, I’m good at nothing.”
“Thank you, Seth. I mean it,” I say.
“Hey, if things work out for us, I’ll be able to tell my children I captained the Summer King’s honeymoon.”
Heather is sitting at the bow, impatient to reach solid ground, and I untangle myself from my wife to join her melancholy. I sit with my legs dangling from the side of the bow and try to find the words to ease her sorrow. “I’m still so, so sorry, Heather.”
She looks down at her lap, playing with the loose threads of the shirt she borrowed from Luther’s cabin. “I’m happy for you. Truly.”
“I hope you’ll find someone, too, Heather. Someone you’d die for.”
