Shipwreck Souls

by Kendra Moreno

  Opposite him, with his back to the dancers, was a man with hair as blond as the sun in the sky. It stuck up at all angles as if he simply gave up trying to tame it. It looked fluffy and I wanted to run over there and run my hands through it. I could only see half of his face, but what I saw was pure beauty. Like a hidden temple among the rocks. He had full, pink lips, high cheekbones, and a square jaw. He was clearly strong and filled with muscles as well with the way his shirt pulled across his arms and back as he leaned forward to get a drink. Less so than the others, but enough that I was nearly drooling.

  All three men were beautiful, as beautiful as the songs that leave sirens’ mouths. Tempting in the same way, as if you had to touch. The compulsion pulled and tugged at me until I felt lost at sea without an anchor, and then he looked at me. The man with the laugh, the man whose very aura had me shivering in delight. The strength that poured from him was astounding.

  He stopped laughing, even seemed to stop breathing as our eyes clashed. His friends followed his gaze and stared at me too until I glanced away. Watching the dancers intently, I grinned when an older man darted towards me with his hand raised. Nodding, I placed my palm in his and he dragged me into the dance.

  I laughed as he twisted and pulled me along, feeling freer than I had in a long time. No one was watching me, no one was judging me. No one was there to make me feel less than for my dreams and worries. Here, with the humans, I felt at home.

  The older man twirled me away, the material of the “dress,” as Jane had called it, flaring out as I tumbled around, my head spinning until I landed into something warm and hard. Gasping, I looked up and met the green eyes of the man from the table. He grinned down at me and twisted me again, keeping ahold of my arm and bringing me back before dipping me low to the ground. He controlled me, owned me.

  A laugh slipped out, my grin splitting my face from the joy tumbling through me, since it was too much to control. I looked into his eyes as we danced for a bit, our bodies so close I could feel every hard groove. He twirled me again and I landed in the arms of his dark-skinned friend who winked at me and grabbed my hips. A tugging started low in my stomach as the skin he touched through the material burned while he moved me with him. He dipped and pulled me along, our hips pulled together. The dance was sensual and I found myself breathing heavier as my heart raced.

  Eventually he spun me too—right into the arms of the third man. His blond hair shone under the light as he grinned down at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He wrapped his arms around me and held me to him as we danced slow and steady. Our bodies rubbed together and he didn’t once pull his eyes from mine. Not even when a second body pushed against my back. Glancing over my shoulder, I met the eyes of the dark-skinned man as he grabbed my hips once again and moved with us. I leaned my head back on his shoulder as I followed their lead, letting them enchant and seduce me without a word.

  Sweat poured from me, and my heart slammed into my chest before I bowed out, slipping from their arms and into the crowd as I looked for Pen and Row. When I didn’t spot them I frowned, but a deep, smooth voice came from behind, interrupting my worry.

  "Join us for a drink?"

  Turning, I met those green eyes again and before I realised what happened, my mouth opened and answered, "Of course."

  He grinned, holding out his arm and wrapping it around my waist as he steered me to the table they occupied before. His two friends were already there, and when they spotted me in tow, their smiles widened.

  A seat was pushed out and green eyes waved me into it. Sitting lightly, my gaze darted between the crowd and the men watching me before a drink was pushed towards me. I watched them sip theirs so I copied the movements, the liquid burning on the way down the same way kelp beer did.

  "What's your name, beautiful?" Green eyes asked, his eyebrow arched as he watched me over the rim of the glass, filled with amber liquid like my own.

  "Lorelai. You?" I took another sip and glanced at the others. All attention was on me and it called to my siren side, so I leaned back casually and crossed my legs, watching them the way they watched me. Hungrily.

  "Rory, I like it, I'm Loch." Green eyes tipped his glass at me before downing it and smashing it back to the table.

  "I'm Bay," the dark-skinned man told me, with a soft smile splitting his face. For such a big man he could move smoothly, and there was something kind and innocent about his eyes, unlike the other two. Loch reminded me of a mad pirate, and blondie reminded me of a shark circling its prey. It’s a good thing I like sharks and I was no prey.

  "Me, sexy? I'm Hurley, but you can just scream god." The blond-haired man winked at me, his eyes running down my body appreciatively.

  Returning his stare, I sipped my drink and ran my eyes over his frame. When he puffed up before me I laughed, before tipping my glass back and draining the drink. Just because I'd never really remained human before didn’t mean I didn’t know how to have fun, or handle the cocky men. In fact, I often used to sneak away and test out shifting to human, and try and blend in among them. Never to this extent, but still.

  If my father ever found out about my actions, I would be severely punished, but I had always been curious about the humans, and seeing the love and joy between them only cements the love I had for them.

  "Bay, Loch, and Hurley?" I repeated, trying to stop the smile tugging at my lips.

  "I know," Bay sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Our parents thought it was hilarious because we were the first children to be born in this city."

  "So, Rory. Where are you from?" Loch asked, staring at me intently. His gaze felt like my father’s, all-knowing, like he saw everything.

  "Does it matter? I'm here now." I countered, reaching for the bottle in the middle of the table and pouring myself another drink as a new song drifted along the square. The male singer’s rough voice wove a story of his love for the ocean and it being his number one. I knew this song, I loved this song. I had heard it the first time I passed a ship, and I had sat on a rock I found for hours listening to them until they finally drifted away.

  I didn't realize I was swaying to the music until Bay downed his drink and leaned across the table. "Want to dance, Lor?"

  I nodded and tipped my head back, letting the liquid burn its way down my throat before getting to my feet. Bay met me around the table and wrapped his arm around my waist, then pulled me to the square where couples were dancing together. Flaring me out and dragging me back in as we danced, he held me close to his chest, his hands clenched on my hips and his head tilted down to me, swaying us to the music.

  Music and singing were all in my blood, and I found myself letting go and just moving to the sound, humming to it. Bay opened his mouth and started singing along off-key, watching me with those deep eyes the whole time as he sung about the ocean being his heart.

  "Sing with me," he whispered, his forehead pressed against mine, his arms tightening around me and dragging me closer so there was not an inch of space between us. Heat flared low in my belly, my heart pounded so loud I swore he could hear it, and slickness formed between my legs—something I had only explored once out of curiosity. It was different when in siren form, but this was more, all-consuming, and it burned like the sun when it flares through the sky, letting sailors know they survived another night.

  Looking into his eyes, I found my mouth opening and the words spilling out. The magic and my powers twirled in my voice, weaving through the crowd and making them gasp. With it I could control them all, get them to kill each other if I wanted, and I could even make the bravest of captains crash his ship. I could kill them all, yet all I wanted was to bring this man to his knees to worship at my feet.

  His eyes flared as he tried to unknowingly fight my control, his face clearing into blind worship as he gasped and dragged me closer. Letting the last note die off, I watched as his eyes cleared, only to be replaced with a fire I didn't know how to control. I had started it, now I had to burn.

  "You sing beautifu
lly," he groaned, digging his hardness into my stomach with the words like he couldn’t help himself. Smiling, I stepped away and walked back to the table. The need on his face soured inside me because I knew it was due to my power, my song, not me.

  Before I could get three steps away he grabbed my arm and spun me, smashing his lips to mine to stop any protest I might have had. Moaning into his mouth, I grabbed onto the collar of his shirt and dragged him closer. He came willingly, tangling his tongue with mine and sweeping in the taste of him, ocean and the liquid from the table. The taste was so addicting I craved it, and I ate at his mouth until I had to pull back to breathe.

  Watching each other, breathing each other in, I stared into those eyes until a voice cut through the air behind me.

  "Mind if we join?" Hurley teased.

  Bay leaned forward and dropped a gentle kiss on my lips before walking with me, hand in hand, back to the table where Loch and Hurley made no effort to hide the fact they were spying on us. I went to sit in my chair, but Hurley wrapped his arm around my waist and dragged me onto his lap, before leaning back casually as he sipped his drink and started talking to Bay about ships.

  Rolling my eyes like I saw Pen do, I grabbed my own drink and settled back, loving the warmth of him behind me. I listened to them talk as Loch watched me the whole time, until a warm breath blew along my neck, raising those little bubbles again before Hurley's silky voice whispered into my ear.

  "You want Bay?" He licked my ear when I didn't respond and feeling bold, whether from the liquid or the lack of rules here, I leaned back and pushed my very human ass into the steel rod I felt under me.

  "Yes," I replied, watching Bay as he chatted to Loch.

  "You want me?" he asked, licking down the curve of my ear before nibbling on the lobe, making me gasp and wiggle into his lap.

  "Yes," I admitted freely, loving the way he played my body like his own personal instrument. So sure and strong and tempting.

  "Do you want our captain?" he demanded, his hands running across my bare legs.

  "Your captain?" I questioned dumbly, only to bite my lip hard when he placed an open-mouthed, wet kiss on my pulse point, sending it skyrocketing.

  "Loch," he whispered against my skin, before sweeping his tongue along it again, tasting me. Ah, well that made more sense. I had thought Loch felt different, more...powerful than the others. He’s a captain.

  "I want you all," I said louder than I meant to, and Bay and Loch both turned to me with identical looks of surprise on their faces, before their expressions melted away to pure passion.

  "Well, we better not leave the lady wanting," Loch commented and laughed, tipping back his drink and laying the glass top down this time. I followed suit, as did the others, as nerves raced through me at what I knew was going to happen. It seemed tonight I was to get the full human experience.

  Chapter Three

  I walked between them with their arms wrapped around me—apart from Hurley, who was walking behind us, commenting on my ass—as they guided me along. We left the square pretty quickly. I looked around for Pen and Row, but when I couldn't find them, I remembered their curfew and assumed they went home. So I let the men maneuver me away.

  I trusted them, even while all my training and lessons screamed at me not to. We grew up on tales of the humans’ cruelty, and their tendencies towards violence when they didn’t understand something. I wondered if my sailors would be the same if they saw the true me? A thought for another night. Tonight, I wanted to feel and I wanted everything they had to offer me.

  We whispered to each other, and I giggled at their jokes and wandering hands as they led me along. But at the last moment, I grabbed the closest hand—it turned out to be Bay’s—and tugged him down the steps to the beach. I could feel them hesitate before they followed after me.

  Turning in the sand to face them, I stepped back and watched them as they lined up and stared at me as the moon’s rays shone down on them. The only other sound, apart from our breathing, was the gentle ripple of the water against the shore.

  Confidence filled my body when I saw the blatant desire on their faces. Using it, I grabbed the hem of the dress Jane gave me and pulled it slowly over my head, before dropping it onto the sand next to me.

  “I don’t know where you came from Rory, but you’re perfect,” Loch said before striding towards me, like a man on a mission. Teasing him, I ran backwards and he stopped, a glint entering his eyes as he grinned at me.

  “Trying to run away from us?” he murmured loud enough for me to hear, as Bay and Hurley circled me, blocking my retreat. “You should know you can’t ever escape pirates, baby.”

  “Who said I was trying to escape? Maybe I’m just luring you?” I bantered, grinning as they started to strip.

  I hardly had chance to check them out before they converged on me.

  Loch closed the distance between us and captured my mouth, sweeping his tongue in, and the tasting of beer and man. Moaning into his mouth, I tried to raise my arms, but Hurley and Bay were there. Hurley pushed his hard cock against my arse as he kissed down my neck, while Bay dropped to his knees near the front of my hip.

  Pulling away from Loch’s mouth, I glanced down at him and met Bay’s eyes, as he ran his hands up my legs and to my thigh, raising those little bubbles on my skin again. With his eyes locked on mine, he kissed my hip and down to my thigh as his hand made its way to my throbbing pussy. At the same time, Hurley rubbed against my ass and bit my neck, and I gasped when my head was yanked back to face Loch.

  He wrapped my hair around his fist and yanked my neck back again, so I had to roll my eyes up to meet his. “Eyes on me,” he growled, before lowering his lips back to mine.

  He bit my lower lip, as if in punishment, before sucking it better. My hands threaded into his hair as he kissed my closed mouth. Hurley kicked my legs open at the same time Bay pushed at my thighs, trying to get better access. I opened my mouth to suck in a breath and Loch took that moment to devour me, his tongue tangling with mine.

  His grip bordered on painful, but Hurley and Bay touched me gently so it mixed with the pleasure, making small, breathy moans escape my lips, which he swallowed down greedily.

  Bay’s hand fluttered above where I needed him, so I dropped one of my hands from Loch’s hair and grabbed his shoulder, tugging him to where I wanted him, not the least bit shy.

  He cupped my pussy hard, pushing the heel of his palm against my bundle of nerves and making my hips jerk as I moaned. Loch pulled away from my mouth and whispered to me, “Is he touching your pussy? Is it wet for us?”

  Bay pulled his palm away, his long fingers replacing it as he explored me, flicking at my nerves before running down my wet pussy and circling me. Loch tightened his hold on my hair and yanked my head back farther as Hurley kissed and licked at my throat and neck, still rubbing against my ass so I felt the wet trail of his pre-cum across my cheeks.

  “Is she wet for us, B?” Loch asked, his burning eyes locked with mine while I panted, lost in the pleasure of their hands and mouth.

  “Wetter than the ocean,” Bay deadpanned as a finger pushed slowly inside me, teasing me.

  Hurley sunk his teeth in deeper and I yelped before he pulled back and kissed it better.

  “I want to watch her come apart,” Hurley lamented, licking along my skin again. “I bet she screams real pretty.”

  “Do you?” Loch smirked as Bay added a second finger and curled them inside me, hitting a spot so deep and perfect I thought I was falling apart.

  Wide-eyed and panting, I tried for a grin. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”

  “That sounded like a challenge to me, Capt,” Hurley murmured, as Bay pulled out and thrust back in. They held me between them effortlessly, but when I groaned, Hurley’s cock jerked against my ass, making me smirk.

  “I think it was. Bay, think you’re up to the task?” Loch inquired casually, tightening his hold on my hair ever so slightly at the same time Bay sped up his fingers.
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  “Yes, Capt. Let’s see if she tastes as good as she looks,” he replied, before I felt his tongue flick at my bundle of nerves.

  “Oh, she liked whatever you just did,” he observed, watching my face closely as Hurley’s hands came around and cupped my heavy breasts.

  Loch held me still for them, just watching and commenting as they both worshiped my body. He directed his sailors while he watched my face for cues, taking in what I liked and what I loved. It left me vulnerable, I was completely at the mercy of my captain...and I loved it.

  Hurley tweaked and played with my nipples, while Bay flicked my clit and ate me like his favourite food, all the while his fingers fucked in and out of me faster and harder. Pushing down, I writhed between them, my chest heaving as sweat dripped down my body and pressure built inside me.

  “What does she taste like?” Loch demanded, and Bay left my pussy to answer, making me whimper.

  “Like everything you dream of,” he growled, and Loch tilted my head so I could look down, and meet Bay’s gaze as he dropped his mouth back onto my spread, wide pussy. Impaling me on his fingers, he sucked my nub into his mouth, making me arch into Hurley’s demanding hands.

  “I wanna taste,” he sulked, making Loch laugh.

  “Youngest last,” Loch taunted, and dragged my head back up so he could see my eyes. “Eyes on me when you explode, Rory.”

  I was so close. I could feel it building inside me, and I knew when they tipped me over the edge it would detonate through me like a naval mine, ripping through me until I would never be the same again. Three humans claimed me and worshipped me until I wished I was the goddess they wanted.

  Bay nipped my nub at the same time Hurley twisted my nipples and I screamed into the night as my release hit, my pussy clamping down on Bay’s fingers, making me groan again as he dragged his mouth away.

  “She’s so fucking tight, Capt. She’s going to look real pretty on your dick.”