Siren Island: Lust For Gold (An Erotic Adventure Series)

by Virginia Wade

  Siren Island

  Lust For Gold

  By Virginia Wade

  Copyright © 2012 Virginia Wade

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  Published by I Love Stacy

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  Virginia Wade

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  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  Chapter One

  I woke on the beach the next morning, my clothes a tangled mess around me. Jack had his arm over my tummy. I squinted at him, seeing sand in his hair. We had spent the night fornicating in the meadow, being seduced by incredibly horny Sirens. I was sore in private places, the lingering effects of being fucked repeatedly by hungry cocks, including Jack’s. We had engaged in this activity until almost dawn.

  “Jack?”

  “Um?”

  “Wake up.” My lips were dry; my throat was parched.

  “Did all that really happen?” He sounded groggy.

  I giggled, “Yes.”

  “That one’s going down in history. Good God.”

  “Pricilla’s probably worried about me.”

  “Who cares?” His eyes were closed against the stark light of the morning sun.

  “I’m hungry.”

  “Me too.”

  “You’re a bad influence.”

  “Darlin’ I had nothing to do with that. Those Sirens worked some magic. I don’t know what it was, but…it had me. It had you too.”

  “We should see about the preacher marrying us.”

  He glanced at me, squinting. “Still harping on about that, eh?”

  I hit him in the chest. “You’ve ruined me, Jack Carlyle. Horribly. You’d better do right by me.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Yes, you heathen.” Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. A man approached slowly. I squinted trying to get a better look. “Someone’s coming.”

  “Let ‘em.”

  There was something vaguely familiar about this person. The height and gait was just like…Samuel? “Oh, my word.” My fiancé was alive! He hadn’t perished in the shipwreck after all.

  “What?”

  I whispered, “Samuel.”

  This got Jack’s attention. He sat up. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”

  My stomach was in my throat. “What will I do now?” Jack’s laughter grated on my nerves. “Stop it, you…bastard!”

  “You sure got yourself into a pickle, haven’t you?”

  I hit him in the arm. “You’re a rotten person. To the core.”

  He shrugged. “It’s your fiancé, my dear. It ain’t my problem, thank God.”

  “Lucy?”

  Instead of feeling happy to see him, a peculiar dread settled over me. This emotion was profoundly shocking. As the man I was betrothed to staggered down the shore towards me, I had to muster the enthusiasm to greet him properly. You should be ashamed, Lucy. Where are your manners?

  I jumped to my feet. “Samuel!”

  “I thought you perished! You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

  I rushed towards him. “Where have you been?”

  “On the other side of the island.” His trousers were torn, his shirt had dried blood on a sleeve, and his waistcoat was missing buttons. He hugged me, glancing over my shoulder. “Are there others besides Jack?”

  “Yes. I’ll show you. We have a camp.”

  “I’m so relieved to see you, my darling. I’ve been searching for you. I was so worried you’d drowned.”

  “I looked for you too.”

  Not as long or as thorough as you should have.

  Oh, be quiet.

  You’re not even really happy to see him, are you?

  I’m as happy as I need to be.

  You never loved him.

  Shush.

  You’re in love with that blackguard. Admit it.

  Go to blazes!

  Jack approached. “Good morning, brother.”

  Samuel’s expression tightened. “Good day, Jack.”

  “I’ve been taking real good care of Lucy.”

  “I just bet you have,” he said through clenched teeth.

  “You would’ve been a lucky man had you been the first. As it was, I took certain liberties with the lovely Miss Wordsworth, and she really didn’t object all that much.”

  Shock registered on Samuel’s face. “Why you!” He threw a punch connecting with Jack’s nose, snapping it loudly.

  “Fuck!” Jack held his face, blood pouring from the wound.

  Stunned by Jack’s inappropriate admission and Samuel’s violence, I could only stare at them open-mouthed. How on earth would I rectify this situation, and did I even want to?

  Samuel’s sympathetic eyes rested on me. “I’m sorry you’ve had to put up with my brother, Lucy. You know I don’t believe a word he says. I never have.”

  “I always speak the truth,” muttered Jack, as blood ran down his chin. “I gotta find the spring.”

  “Wait! We’ll go with you,” I said. “You’re injured Samuel. You’ve got dried blood on your sleeve.”

  “The reef got me.”

  I grabbed his hand. “We’ve found a healing spring.”

  “Is the water drinkable?”

  “Yes.”

  “Thank God. Lead the way, my dear.”

  We followed Jack to the water source where just last night we had fornicated with a trio of Sirens in a lush meadow. The memory of our naughtiness made me tingle with pleasure and shame. From the secretive look on Jack’s face, he was thinking of it too. What would happen now that Samuel was with us? I was engaged to him, but I…preferred his brother, God help me.

  Oh, this is a fine mess, Lucy.

  Shut up.

  When are you going to tell Samuel it’s over?

  Shush. I’m not listening to you.

  Samuel removed his shirt, exposing a nasty gash on his shoulder that looked shockingly deep. It was red around the edges and puckered with infection. “You have to swim in the water Samuel. It’ll heal you.” Jack had already gotten in, submerging his face. I averted my eyes for propriety’s sake.

  “You know I don’t believe in superstitious nonsense, right?”

  “It’s not superstitious. It’s a fact. It’ll heal you.”

  “Turn around, my dear. You mustn’t see me naked.”

  “Of course. Sorry.” I heard splashing behind me.

  “It’s wonderful. Can we really drink it?”

  “Yeah,” said Jack. “Be my guest.” His tone took on a pleasing southern drawl.

  “Your nose! How’d that happen?” Samuel sounded astounded. “It looks like nothing ever happened to it.”

  “Take a look at your shoulder.”

  “Dear God! I can’t believe it. That scratch should’ve killed me. It’s was getting worse by the day.”

  “Just my luck,” muttered Jack. He got out. I heard him behind me. He whispered, “You look good enough to eat.”

  “Stop it,” I hissed.

  “Tell him it’s over. You’re
mine, Lucy.”

  “Not now. Later!”

  “This is remarkable. What’s in this water?”

  “Who the hell knows,” grumbled Jack. “I’m headin’ back.”

  “Wait! We’ll go with you. I don’t want to get lost.”

  “You won’t. You know the way.”

  He stomped off into the jungle. I stared after him, wishing we were together, but, with Samuel’s sudden appearance, that was impossible now. My betrothed hauled himself out, while I glanced into the foliage to humor him.

  “Come, my dear. Show me where the camp is.”

  I took the proffered arm. “Yes, Samuel.”

  We strolled towards the shore where the others waited. My chaperone, Pricilla, had been expecting him. Her hair was secured on top of her head with combs she had found in someone’s luggage. She went to great pains to keep her dress clean with petticoats, crinoline, and stockings underneath. She was sweating profusely; stains had expanded under her arms, but this had not deterred her from looking like a proper lady. I had lost my underthings in the ocean during the shipwreck, and good riddance!

  “Samuel!” she cried enthusiastically. “It’s true! You’re alive!”

  He flashed white teeth. “Indeed I am. How are you, Miss Mayfair?”

  “I’m well. Where have you been?”

  “I washed up on the other side of the island.”

  “Lucy was beside herself with worry, Mr. Carlyle. She thought you’d perished.”

  The others stepped forward to greet him. The Reverend Jeremiah Hancock shook his hand, as did the male crewmembers and several male passengers. Georgette Lumley and Constance Pickering introduced themselves. We sat in the sand around the fire and shared halved coconuts, island fruit, and wine. Jack had vanished. It was no secret that the Carlyle brothers didn’t get along. They had avoided each other on the ship after they had gotten into fisticuffs. I hadn’t seen Jack until the morning after the shipwreck, when I swam to Siren Island. He’d followed me into the jungle and…seduced me. I shivered pleasurably at the memory, wishing that Samuel weren’t here, which was a horrible thing to wish for.

  That evening, as the sun began to set, we ate grilled fish and drank copious amounts of alcohol, the beverage having found its way onto the beach from the cargo hold of The Lady Jane. We were a boisterous group, laughing and talking while the men smoked tobacco through pipes. Jack sat across from me on a crate, the light of the fire flickering into his handsome face.

  An intense burst of longing registered, and, as I stared at him, dampness spread in my pussy, the muscles contracting, wanting him. His dark eyes were framed with thick lashes, and his profile was handsome, revealing chiseled cheekbones and a strong jaw. His nose had healed from the magic waters on the island. The Sirens lived in the pool and the ocean, being able to have both fins and feet. We had been their guests last night, in the meadow, fornicating wildly with the sex-starved hermaphrodites. Jack smiled at me at that moment. His hand rested on his knee.

  “My darling, Lucy,” said Samuel happily; his cheeks were rosy from the wine. “Perhaps, being shipwrecked isn’t such a curse after all.”

  “Maybe not for you,” I muttered. “I’m dying for fresh clothes.”

  A huge boom sounded out on the ocean. Jack jumped to his feet. Something whistling at a high pitch seemed to be careening in our direction. “Get down!” he shouted. “We’re under attack!”

  Chapter Two

  During those short chaotic seconds, it became clear that an unseen enemy had perceived us, and they seemed determined to inflict harm. The first shot hit a tree, splintering the trunk and lighting it up like a Roman candle. Thirty feet worth of flames burst into the air. There was a second boom, followed by the ominous whistling.

  “To the jungle!”

  Samuel grabbed me, and together we ran for the safety of the trees. Women screamed, and men shouted in the mad rush, as fear and confusion reigned supreme. The near-dark conditions limited visibility, exacerbating the situation. I hadn’t had time to put my shoes on, and the ground tore into the soles of my feet, sharp surfaces puncturing me. An earth shattering blast sent shards of tree trunks and plumes of flames into the air. I let go of Samuel’s hand for a moment and lost him in the darkness.

  “Samuel? Samuel?”

  Someone grabbed me. “This way!”

  “Jack!” We ran together. “What’s happening?”

  “Pirate attack!”

  “Why?”

  “I’ve no idea.”

  “Will they come ashore?”

  “I don’t know.”

  We raced through the foliage, the leaves whipping into my face. I stepped and felt nothing beneath my feet, as the earth seemed to open up and take me.

  “JACK!”

  The sensation of falling a long way down was terminated when I hit water, submerging beneath the cool surface. The shock of the experience nearly knocked the air from my lungs. I surfaced, sputtering and gasping.

  “Lucy? Jesus Christ! Where the fuck are you?”

  “Down here. In water.”

  “Are you all right?”

  “It’s dark, Jack. I’m scared.”

  “I’m coming in.”

  I treaded water, my dress weighing me down substantially. The sound of water echoed around me, the fluid lapping against what I assumed was rock. A gigantic splash signaled Jack’s arrival.

  “Where are you?”

  “I’m here. My dress is heavy.” I felt rough hands on me. “I’m scared, Jack.”

  “Get this off.” He grasped the front of my gown and ripped the material with his hands.

  “I’ll get my arms out and let it slide off.” It was exhausting treading water, not being able to use my hands, while I freed myself from the heavy garment. It was a relief when I’d kicked it away. I wore a shift, which was tangling my legs, but it had to stay on, otherwise I would be naked.

  “There has to be a way out. Come on. Feel for a wall or something.”

  “It’s so dark.” I touched a hard, cold object. “I found it.”

  “Do you feel a ledge anywhere?”

  “No.”

  From above us the sounds of cannon fire continued to boom, explosions rocking the ground, sending loose stones into the water, making splashing noises.

  “Why would they attack us? We were just sitting on the beach.”

  “I don’t know. Maybe it’s their island.”

  A light suddenly emerged from beneath the water. “Jack!”

  “Yeah, I see it.”

  “Could it be?” Hope flared within me.

  “Sirens?”

  “Yes.”

  “With any luck.”

  The light grew, broadening in its mysterious form. An object swam to us, gliding effortlessly, propelled by an enormous fin. I recognized the Siren at once. “It’s Phoebe!”

  She surfaced, grinning. “What are you humans up to now?”

  “We’re under attack from pirates,” I said.

  Her lovely dark hair floated in the water. “Pirates?”

  “They’re shooting at us from the ocean,” said Jack.

  “How’d you find this pool?”

  “I fell into it. We were running.”

  “I see. Hello, Jack.” She glanced at him with appreciation.

  I had been jealous of these gorgeous creatures when I had first met them, but not anymore. “Is there a way out, Phoebe?”

  She smiled. “Of course.”

  “Where are your sisters?” asked Jack.

  “Out to sea tonight. You’re lucky I’m here. Follow me.”

  Her naked form dove under the water, long brown hair fanning out behind her. We swam with little grace, trying to keep up. Whatever light source shone from beneath us, continued to illuminate the solid rock edges of the pool. We were in at least eight feet of water; the bottom consisted of dark gray stone. Being able to see what was beneath me took away my fear.

  We followed Phoebe through the aquatic passageway, emergin
g inside a cavernous space that was lit with several six-branched candelabras. The light cast flickering shadows off the walls. Our hostess pulled herself out of the water, her fins transforming into legs within seconds. Jack and I joined her, my wet shift clinging to the curves of my body.

  “Make yourself comfortable.” The perfection of her form was on full display; her bottom was full and rounded, hips flaring downwards to slim thighs. “I’ll see about food for you.”

  “Do you know who’s attacking us, Phoebe?” I asked.

  “Siren Island is a favorite stomping ground for pirates. They’re annoying, aren’t they?” She smiled slightly.

  “Jesus Christ! What is this?” Jack held up what looked like a golden cup. “Is it real?”

  “It is.”

  There were several wooden chests behind a rock. Jack flipped the lid on the first one, which revealed gold coins, jewels, and gleaming cutlery. “Mother of God!”

  Phoebe laughed, “Pirate treasure. They’ve never been able to find it.”

  He held up a string of pearls. “Come here, Lucy.” The necklace went around my neck. “For you, my dear.”

  “Why thank you.”

  “There’s a fortune in here.”

  “You can take whatever you want,” said Phoebe. “It’s yours.”

  “Much good it’ll do. We seem to be stuck.” He knelt before the chest, picking up items and staring at them. “Will we be overrun by pirates?”

  Phoebe shrugged. “It’s been years since they’ve come ashore. Who’s to say? I’ll get you food. You’re hungry, aren’t you?”

  “Thanks, Phoebe.”

  “There’s some bedding around the corner. Make yourselves at home.”

  I shivered from the wetness of my shift. I was sorely tempted to remove it all together. Jack and I had seen each other naked several times now. He seemed to be thinking the same thing, because he undid his trousers.

  “Let’s dry out.”

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  “I’d love it, if you just went naked every day, darlin’. That wet shift looks awfully good on you.”

  “You’re a bad boy.” He grinned, confirming my statement.