“Climb up tae the pillows, and hold yer hands above yer head, bonnie wee lass,” he uttered hoarsely.
I climbed up to the head of the bed and leaned against the pillows, watching as he hooked his fingers through his jeans and pulled them down, exposing a thick cock that hung limply against a nest of black curls. It took effort to rip my gaze from that thing to the ceiling as his dark, amused laughter filled the room. The sound of drawers opening and closing filled the room before a pressure against the mattress forced my eyes back to what was happening. He reached above me, grazing his chest against my hard, pebbled nipple as he secured the rope to a hook that he locked before he moved lips against my ear.
“If ye try tae harm me while I sleep, I will rip yer fucking throat oot, pretty girl,” he warned as he pulled back and moved further down the mattress of silk sheets. His mouth lowered to the sensitive flesh on the inside of my thigh as I stared at him. His tongue flicked against my flesh, and I bit down on my tongue as his fangs extended. My scream filled the room as he pushed them through my flesh, and pain filled my mind. It lasted all of two seconds before pleasure replaced it, and I moaned as I relaxed into his bite.
My core heated with arousal as he pulled from my blood, igniting a flame or burning hunger that filled my mind as I lifted my need to him, silently begging him to devour me whole. Arousal rushed to my pussy, the need to be filled consumed my mind, and as quickly as it started, it stopped as his tongue slid over the wounds, sealing it.
“Sleep,” he chuckled as he moved up the bed, staring at me as I struggled to calm the need that still pulsed through me. Aftershocks of need sent trembles through my body, and I held my eyes closed tightly, unwilling to see the victory I knew shone from his heated stare. “It’s a shame we were born tae be enemies, wee hunter. Ye taste good enough tae fuck, this pretty flower weeps tae be filled by me.” His hand slid over my belly before it stalled, even as my traitorous hips lifted for him. “Maybe after I have used up yer usefulness, I will fill this sweet cunt up.”
“I’d rather not,” I uttered as tears slipped from my eyes. My lip trembled as I processed what my body had just done for him. I’d responded to my enemy, and my siren had nothing to do with it. I was so screwed, and we both knew it, but where he could admit it, I refused to even acknowledge what I’d done. I was fucked up by nature, taught to control what I was because if I couldn’t, I’d be hunted down and killed by those I called family. Yet here I was, coming undone for him, my enemy; the same monster that had turned Jesse into one of them.
“Goodnight, wee Isa,” he uttered as he turned over, leaving me to stew in my emotions alone.
Chapter 5
Something hot pressed against my mouth and I opened to it, moaning as everything inside of me screamed for more. A strange pressure pushed against my flesh, and I groaned, rubbing my need against it as my body heated, burning for whatever had begun to happen. Mouths crushed together, and my arms burned above my head as I opened my eyes, gaining focus of what was happening to my body.
“Oh,” I mouthed against his as I struggled to gain control of my emotions.
Golden eyes watched me, the shift of his body just beginning as he crushed his mouth against mine as I cried out. My legs wrapped around him, pushing his cock away from my arousal as I rolled us over, screaming as my arms threatened to pull from the sockets as the rope tightened. I stared down at him, watching as he smirked, his fangs longer than they should be as his claws scraped against my flesh.
“Cian,” I whimpered as his erection slid against my slick folds as the sensation increased. I hissed as his thick cock pushed against the nub that sent pleasure humming through me. He ground my hips against him, and I lifted, feeling him as he poised at my entrance, pushing into me until only his thick tip was buried inside my body.
“Ye want me, woman,” he uttered hoarsely. “Ye were the one attacking me, nae the o’ way around, Isa. Yer a woman who wants a man, and it’s as natural as the sun is.”
“Never,” I hissed as I leaned over, pulling my pussy away from his thickness. “I’d rather fuck a zombie,” I laughed huskily as he smiled.
“Ye can tell yourself that all ye want, but this sweet flesh? It woke me up rubbing against my cock, begging tae be filled, wee hunter. Now be a good girl, and kiss me,” he growled as his fangs retracted.
I stared down at his lips with unease before I tried to pull away from him. “I don’t kiss,” I uttered as he let me pull away from him.
“Everyone kisses,” he said as he watched me. My eyes lowered to his chest, and a frown covered his mouth. “Isa, you’ve never been kissed by a man, ‘ave ye?” he laughed with disbelief.
“Fuck you,” I whispered as I lay back against the pillows, giving him my back.
“You’re fucking serious?” he snapped.
“It’s none of your business,” I growled back as I turned to glare at him.
“Jesus, they made ye think that ye were a fucking monster, and ye let them. What did ye think, that when ye kissed someone ye would consume their fucking soul?”
“We’re not friends so what does it even matter to you?” I asked and then frowned as he moved closer, his eyes glowing as he pressed me down against the mattress and smirked. “No, absolutely not happening!”
“Oh, it’s happening, lass,” he uttered as he hovered above my lips. “Kiss me.”
“Absolutely not,” I muttered as I licked my suddenly dry lips.
“Ye want oot o’ my bed, ye will kiss me, wee hunter,” he said huskily, his words thick with lust as he stared down at me.
“I don’t even like you,” I whispered as I let the heat of his body warm my chilled one.
“Ye doona ‘ave tae like someone tae fuck them,” he chuckled. “Now kiss me, we ‘ave business tae attend tae, today.”
“I like business,” I said, unsure whose voice had just slipped out of my throat, because it damn sure couldn’t have been mine. “We should just do it.”
“We should do something, aye,” he muttered as his eyes searched mine. “Ye are nae leaving this room until ye…”
I lifted my mouth to his, groaning as my arms burned from being stretched. He growled as he let me control the kiss, not participating until my tongue pushed into the heat of his mouth. His tongue found mine and skillfully curled around it, sucking it into his mouth as he let loose whatever control he had, kissing me until I was moaning beneath him.
His hand slid between our bodies, and I gasped as his fingers found my clitoris as he pulled his mouth from mine. I moaned, rocking my hips as I stared into his liquid gold stare. The sensation was too much; the multitude of emotion that it sent pulsing through me took everything away until my sole purpose was whatever was cresting within me.
“Oh, ye are beautiful, Isa,” he growled as he lifted his body, allowing me to stare at his magical fingers. My mouth opened as noises exploded from it, ending only when he claimed it hungrily. His cock pushed through the wetness of my arousal as I fought against the storm that threatened to consume me. He pulled his mouth from mine, watching me as I whimpered and shook my head. “Stop fighting it,” he ordered as he sat back, increasing the speed of his fingers as he smiled down at me. His cock pressed against the folds, rubbing to replace what his fingers had been doing, and as I opened my mouth, the scream exploded as I trembled violently as the orgasm ripped through me.
“Oh my God,” I whimpered as tremors rocked through me.
“Good girl,” he uttered thickly as I lifted my head, staring at where his hand stroked his massive erection. I watched him with shocked wonder as he pleasured himself, uncaring that I watched him. He growled as his eyes locked with mine, his muscled bunching in his chest as I opened my mouth to moan only to end up having something warm and salty shoot into it.
I sputtered, gagging as I shook my head to get away from the stuff shooting from his happy whacker. “What the hell, ew!�
� I gagged as I spit it out, only to have more shot in my eye. “Turn it off! Why would you do that?” I demanded as I rolled my face into the pillows, wiping it off against them as he continued laughing, unable to stop even though I was moments away from raging. “You’re in my mouth and my eye!” I complained as he laughed harder.
“Isa,” he hooted, laughing even harder as I turned and looked at him with one eye held closed tightly as it burned. “I’m sorry.”
“You did that on purpose!” I accused. He snorted harder as I fumed. “It’s not funny! I don’t know if you have some supernatural STDs, you jackass!”
He sat up on his knees as I stared at his cock, which had yet to go down any even though it had just defiled my face. “Next time, I’ll make sure it’s put where it is supposed tae go.”
“And where would that be?” I snorted and then frowned as his fingers slid through my flesh. “No, no, there is no next time. We’re enemies, remember? You killed my best friend!”
“I didn’t kill him, he is undead.”
“No, no, you fucking killed him!”
“I’m not going tae argue the logistics o’ what he is now, because his future depends on ye being a good wee thing, and doing what I tell ye tae do. Now, come here so I can wipe the cum off your lips, Isa. Show me how good ye can listen tae me.”
I studied him before I started to move, only to wince as my arms burned from straining against the ropes that held me. I watched as he reached up to the hook, uncaring that his cock brushed against my cheek as he undid the clasp that held me to his bed. Pulling them down, I groaned as they ached from misuse.
His thumb brushed over my lips as he watched me. “I’ll teach ye how tae swallow, my wee bonnie hunter.”
“To swallow? I know how to swallow just fine, thank you!” I hissed as his lips tipped into a sinful smirk as he leaned over, grasping my chin.
“Ye can swallow cock, aye?”
“I’d rather bite yours off, asshole.”
“Mmm, I bet ye will scream when I pluck that cherry ye been saving. Did they make ye think ye were a monster, Isa? Is that what they did tae ye? Ye are twenty-four, and never been kissed by a man. I get that ye kissed a girl tae chase her off from yer friend, but ye never tasted sin or man because ye thought ye would harm them. Ye can nae hurt me. I am the one thing ye can nae control with that wee beastie inside of ye. Let me play with her.”
“No, no, I don’t think so,” I growled as I rolled away from him and started to sit up, only to have him move with his inhuman speed as he grabbed the rope and pulled me up to a hook that hung from his ceiling. “Jesus, what the hell? Do you have hooks for hanging up bitches everywhere? What are you, the king of kinks, or can you just not get a girl to hang around unless she is actually freaking hanging around?” I seethed as my toes scraped over the floor.
“You’ve seen nothing yet, Isa. Now be a good wee lass, and cease talking. I will be back. Ye need tae think aboot what ye are willing tae do tae save Jesse. How far ye will go tae protect him, because his life is now in yer hands. Ye understand me?”
“He’s already dead,” I whispered as my anger came rushing back. “And so are you, asshole.”
“Ye think ye can take me oot, Isa? The only thing ye can do tae me is ride my aching cock. Now don’t go anywhere, I will be back soon, my lover.”
“Not your lover,” I hissed at his back as I watched him dress in jeans and a beat-up band tee. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on scuffed-up Doc Martins before he stood back up, moving around the bed to where I hung from his ceiling. He smiled as he leaned over, clasping one nipple as his fangs scraped over the flesh. “I thought you were leaving?” I whimpered as I watched his eyes holding mine as he sank his fangs into the globe of my breast. Twin red lines drained from my white flesh.
“Be a good girl, or I’ll tear that sweet cunt up and teach ye what it means tae be fucked by a real monster, sweet lass.”
Chapter 6
Cian
I studied my father as he paced in the main room, deep beneath the earth of the once glorious keep that we’d built centuries ago. Now, all that sat above it was a ruined house that mirrored an abandoned mansion. He paused, lifting his copper eyes to mine.
“It’s about time ye got ye arse down here. What the hell happened?” he snapped.
“We are nae sure, only that the lasses went oot, and they never came home. More and more ‘ave gone missing, and even with the lockdown, they still seem tae vanish.”
“I’ve called the clans tae arms, nothing aboot this is normal. Nae bodies, nae corpses left fer us tae discover. Nae trace o’ the wee lasses, and yet their makers feel them still. It means they live, but why would the hunters keep them alive? They’ve never left vampires alive before, always chose tae murder them and make a show of it.”
“Cian and the others, they captured some o’ the hunters last night. One, in particular, is of interest, isn’t she, Cian?” Lars laughed as he folded his thickly tattooed arms over his chest.
“Ye captured some, and they are alive?” Cameron snapped.
I studied my father for a moment before I nodded my affirmation. “A siren, and a newly made vampire,” I announced.
“A siren? Ye captured a bloody fucking siren, are ye daft, Cian?” he shouted as he set the scotch aside and turned to face me with fierce gold-flecked blue eyes and a red face.
“Aye, a siren with emerald-green eyes who is currently hanging in me room,” I laughed darkly. “Hybrids are immune tae the bitches, or did ye forget that?”
“The rest o’ the men are nae immune. They’re deadly bitches. Why in the bloody hell is it still alive?”
“Because she will be working fer me when I am finished with her,” I said with a shrug of my wide shoulders. “I turned her best friend, and if she is as attached as we believe her to be, she will sing fer me, and lure the other hunters tae their deaths.”
“A siren can nae be trusted, ever. They have nae loyalty tae anyone but themselves. If she has green eyes, ye ken that she is a royal-bred whore, aye?”
“She is nae a normal siren. She takes medication tae suppress it. When I tortured her, it remained hidden. Have ye ever heard o’ that happening with one? Nae,” I said when his eyes narrowed. “She had never been kissed either, and thinks it unsafe tae let it oot. I think they made her afraid o’ what she is. She has been among them since she was a wee bairn, and I think I ken why. When Queen Flora of the sirens vanished, so tae did her wee lass daughter she was pregnant with,” I said pointedly. “What if the hunters are the ones who murdered the queen and kept her bairn? She would be a weapon tae wield at their discretion. The wee lass think’s she is a monster.”
“Nae thinks, my son. She kens what she is beneath her flesh. I doona ken if they would be that stupid tae think they can wield something that nae man before them could.”
“There’s something else ye should know aboot the wee siren.”
“I’m sure her being here and alive is more than enough, Cian,” he grumbled as he poured two fingers of Scotch and started to drink it down.
“She’s my mate.” I smirked as he choked on the liquid amber and eyed me as if I’d misplaced my brain.
“Nae, nae, it is nae possible. Sirens do nae love. They doona have it in them tae do so.”
“I did nae say she loved me; in fact, I’m certain she bloody hates me. I did just murder her best friend, but I did that before I kenned that she was my mate. Her blood, it called tae me. I felt it as I drank from her. The wolf and vampire within me want her, they demand I mark her.”
“That can’t happen. Ye understand that, aye?”
“I ken it, but they will nae be denied her. I did nae fall prey tae her voice when she wielded it, and her blood, while addicting, didn’t change that I am in control still. Sirens only kill what they control, and she will nae control me. I will send her in tae find the
lasses, because we have nothing else, but afterwards, she is mine.”
“Ye chance her turning on ye,” he argued.
“Not if I know that beforehand and plan for it, aye? I’m giving her tae them, and I only need her tae escape them long enough tae let me in.”
“It’s a slippery slope with those creatures. There is a reason they were prized and then wiped oot. They crave violence and chaos as much as they need air.” His eyes searched mine before he shook his head as he wiped off his mouth. “Ye will need tae claim her, and once ye do, ye will nae ever find another mate. It is tae risky, Cian. Ye are the future o’ the clan. If ye can nae take a mate, it can be challenged.”
“Unless I tame her, and I keep her. She is bonnie, and the fire in her eyes is alluring. Her hair is silver, like Flora’s was spun silk that reminds of the moon as it fills the night sky. It would nae be a punishment tae fuck that one.”
“And if she turns on ye, Cian, she may need tae be executed. Once they choose a target, they doona stop hunting until one or the other is dead.”
“Then she’d die. Sirens are deadly, I give ye that, but so am I. I am the hybrid prince of our people, and nae one has ever beaten me yet. I doona think one wee siren is going tae be big enough tae bring me down. I will feed her my blood a second time before I free her. If she is indeed my mate, she will nae be able tae turn on me, aye? And if it doesn’t take, she is still useful. I hold the cards, and she will fall into line tae save the boy she grew up with. Loyalty is a human trait, and she is half-human. Flora mated with a ship captain, which makes her daughter half-human, and that human side of hers, it is strong. She may use medicine tae suppress that wee bitch inside o’ her, but her mind is strong. I’m not an idiot; I ken how dangerous my wee mate is. I also ken how strong I am, and that she melts when I taste her.”
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