Rive: Little Mermaid Retold (Shadow Immortals MC Book 1)

by Daniela Jackson

  My body burns for him as I rest my palms against the waist of his trousers. Axel moves a bit forward, lessening the distance between us so our bodies touch, and I nudge the chair behind me. He unzips his trousers and strips. His hard cock springs out and throbs against my tummy. Our auras merge together; his heat envelops me and my heat envelops him. The molecules of the air around us stir in anticipation as do the ones of our bodies like everything has become pure sensual energy.

  Axel kisses my cheek and licks my earlobe. “Suck me, Sive.” His thumbs circle my nipples through the fabric of my dress, making them harden.

  Well, I have an opportunity to put the knowledge I’ve gained searching the net into practice.

  My body lowers clumsily as I sit on my heels and take his hard shaft in my hand. My tongue swirls around the head and I lick him up and down, squeezing gently his balls. A pearly drop of precum emerges from the tip so I capture it with my tongue. Axel growls like a contented beast and his thigh becomes taut under my palm.

  I draw his cock deep into my mouth and the head slides against my palate. He’s so big that I gag and tears well up in my eyes. Axel looks down at me with insane eyes and winds my hair around his fist, driving his cock deeper into my mouth. His other hand rests against the edge of the table.

  I’m breathless, but I know what to do to make it easier for me. My fingers close around the base of his cock. I focus on breathing and suck him harder. My teeth scratch him gently and I caress him with my tongue.

  Axel’s hand drops away. “Fuck. Just don’t stop, baby.”

  So I don’t stop and his moan drifts in the air. My hand strokes the area behind his scrotum and Axel pulls out of my mouth.

  “I have a better idea,” he rasps.

  His hands land under my arms and he lifts me up. I groan as he bends me over the table and dips his finger in my pussy, running it up to my other opening. He spreads the wetness around it and pushes the tip of his little finger in.

  It feels weird. Axel moves his finger in a circle, then pulls out and pumps two fingers into my pussy. My body shivers in anticipation.

  Axel plants on open mouth kiss on my neck. “You will be my wife. I own your sweet mouth, your pussy and your ass.”

  His forefinger pushes into my tight hole and goes knuckle deep. A stinging sensation makes me gasp. Axel stretches me, bending his body above mine. His other hand holds my chin and our lips meet.

  I don’t know whether it’s pleasant to me or not. The stinging fades, but then I feel two fingers invading my other opening. And it burns like hell. I wiggle, but Axel’s chest presses against my back, immobilising me.

  “Touch yourself, Sive. I will make you feel good, I promise.”

  I touch my mound. My finger rubs against my clitoris and a wave of warmth floods my tummy. This is definitely pleasant. The pain is still there, but the decadent mixture of sensations makes me want more.

  I massage my clitoris as Axel pumps his fingers in and out. He’s gentle and slow and I allow myself to float in this dirty tempting pleasure. My body moves back and forth beneath his as his fingers pull out and the head of his cock runs up and down my slit. Axel enters my pussy then pulls out and pushes at my tight hole.

  I suck in a breath and my muscles contract as the head of his cock goes past my sphincter. The pain from his intrusion is agonising. It hurts more than my first sex and it’s different like my insides are burning and twisting. A low scream escapes my mouth and I stiffen.

  Axel doesn’t move. His heavy breath scorches my cheek.

  “Breathe, baby.” He sounds like he can barely control himself. “Breathe and try to relax.”

  His hand dives between my thighs and he rubs my clitoris, pushing his cock into my ass inch by inch until he’s buried to the root. Nausea rolls over my stomach and pain pierces every molecule of my body, but he doesn’t pull out, just waits. His lips kiss my desperate gasps, soothe the pain as his finger strokes my swollen nub expertly. And it helps.

  My body accommodates him at last. I feel stretched and full like never before. Axel starts thrusting into my ass and I take his hand off me, replacing it with my own. My finger touches my clitoris harder and harder as a strange pleasure builds inside me. It’s an intense blend of throbbing heat and forbidden novelty. Our bodies sway together as I clutch the edge of the table and arch my back, rising higher and higher towards my peak. I’m pure desire, fever and greed for release. Nothing more.

  Axel’s breath puffs into the back of my neck as his hips slam against my ass.

  “Cum for me, Sive,” he says. “Now.”

  So I cum for him. My scream echoes in the kitchen as a powerful orgasm ripples through me and my whole being shatters in the decadent ecstasy. Axel moans and pushes his cock into me deep and hard, then his body trembles against mine.

  We rest against the table, his chest crushing my back, until our breaths steady. Then he pulls out of me and wipes our combine come dripping from my ass with his t-shirt. He scoops me up in his arms. I sway in rhythm with his strides as he crosses the living area and climbs the stairs. He lays me in bed and pulls my dress over my head. I curl up into a ball.

  “Do you want something to drink, baby?”

  “Wa-tter.”

  “Sure.”

  I close my eyes and float in a desensitised weightlessness. Axel returns and hands me a glass of water. I take a sip and drop off to sleep.

  Chapter 24

  Axel

  It’s a fucking heaven. I mean my life, of course. I go to work every morning; my little mermaid brings lunch and we kiss passionately or fuck in my office. I go home late in the afternoon, eat a nice meal and lie down between my woman’s thighs. Sive has cast a spell upon me and other women don’t exist for me. My world has narrowed to her luscious body and her beautiful smile.

  I fuck her every hole or I fuck her twice a day, then sometimes wake her up at night when it’s not been enough in the evening. I’m addicted to the sensation of our naked bodies covered in sweat, rubbing against one another. Every inch of Sive’s body belongs to me and I remind her about it each time I fuck her. Just as a precaution. She’s my woman, after all. I chose her to fill my life with light and fulfil my every dark fantasy at night. Sive seems to enjoy both.

  We are renovating the gallery; Sive is drawing and I’m happy.

  But my sixth sense catches some subtle vibes of threat. I just know that something bad will happen.

  This evening, we are sitting at the kitchen table and making a shopping list for our engagement party. Sive gestures to me expressively and I don’t grasp anything. I’m not good at languages. She threads her fingers through my hair and pours me a glass of orange juice, then scribbles something on the piece of paper. I pinch the letter and read it.

  I will take Amanda for a shopping trip. Don’t worry.

  “This is my engagement party,” I protest. “You want to serve seafood. I hate seafood.”

  Sive shrugs as her palms face the ceiling.

  “Alright,” I say, “but I want chicken thighs.”

  Sive runs her palms up and down her outer thighs and winks at me. My naughty girl. We’ll have a shower together and I’ll make her scream of pleasure tonight.

  We discuss a few more points of the list then strip and go to the bathroom. I’m slow with Sive tonight. I want her to shiver with pleasure at the slightest of my touch. I want her to burn for me. I want her to beg me to fuck her.

  We stand opposite each other in the shower cabin; the water streaming down engulfs us with its murmur and heat. I palm Sive’s breasts as she traces every scar on my chest with her forefinger. I shiver at the slightest of her touch. She owns me. I would die for her.

  We lather ourselves with the shower gel, rinse the foam off our bodies and hurry to the bedroom, naked. Wet footprints mark our way.

  I pull Sive onto the bed and sit, planting her on my thighs. We face each other as her legs wrap around my hips. She leans towards me to kiss me, but I don’t allow her to. I love th
at sweet consternation painting her face each time I tease her.

  My hands travel to her hips and I lift her then impale her on my hard cock, grinding her bottom against my hips. Her drenched pussy clenches around me. Pleasure and pain sharpen her face as her eyelids flutter and she arches back. Her breasts wave in front of my eyes. What a delicious view. My woman has the most perfect tits in the world.

  I hook her under the arms with my palms and move her up and down. My heart starts beating faster and euphoria clouds my head.

  “Fuck,” I rasp. “Just like this, baby.”

  Sive’s body tenses as her sweet convulsive gasps drift through the air. He pussy is massaging my cock with just the right pressure. An electric current shoots to my toes and something pricks the skin of my lower back. I’m very close to my peak.

  Sive slides up and down on my cock, her elbows locked, fingers rolling into fists. Her lips part as her orgasm ruptures through her. Good girl. Just as I need it. Watching her pleasure is a massive turn on for me.

  I tumble her on her back, clutching her hip, and pound into her as her walls are still contracting around me. My cock slams her cervix with each thrust. She whimpers beneath me, but it only makes everything around me and inside me bubblier. Hotter. Wilder.

  I fuck her relentlessly and feel her body thrash in satisfaction again. She screams of pleasure, her voiced laced with a slight hoarseness. My body becomes taut. I feel like I’m rising towards something elemental and mystical. My balls clench and a powerful wave carries me towards my peak. I shatter into a thousand pieces. I’m blind. I’m ultimately happy.

  My lips search for Sive’s. She’s crying into my mouth, shaking in the aftermath. I kiss her deeper, sinking my fingers into her hair.

  It’s my own fucking heaven.

  A sharp sound like the bang made by fireworks comes inside the house muffled by the walls and windows. Then another bang. And another. Except they are not fireworks. They are gunshots somewhere far from here. I can recognise that sound with no difficulty.

  Sive stiffens against me.

  I get up and dizziness fills my head. Sive holds my wrist as we go downstairs to the living room.

  My hand plunges into the back pocket of my jeans and I take out my phone, choosing Zane from my contact list. But he doesn’t answer my call. Sive’s wide eyes lock on mine.

  “Go back to bed, baby,” I say in a soft voice.

  I don’t want to scare her. Sive looks at me sternly then slips into my t-shirt and I pull on my jeans.

  “Alright,” I say. “Maybe they were fireworks.”

  Sive shakes her head and holds my hand as I try to call Zane again. The sirens of at least two ambulances come to my ears. Zane doesn’t answer.

  “The boys are in the ‘Jilly Jet’,” I say in a dry voice and drop into the chair.

  Sive kisses my forehead and Ma calls me. It’s bad. I just fucking know that.

  “Axel,” Ma says in a shaky voice. “Come to the hospital. Dad has been shot—“

  “Zane?” I ask sharply and start pacing around the room.

  “Zane has only a few scratches on his arm and face and a few bruises,” Ma says and sobs, “Dash...”

  “What about Dash?” I growl.

  “They shot him dead, Axel. He is dead.” Ma takes a deep breath and squeals like an animal, trying to stifle her cry.

  “What about the others?” I question.

  “They are fine,” Ma says like her throat has turned into a thin thread. “Dad will need a surgery.”

  “I’m coming.” My glance meets Sive’s and she nods at me.

  ***

  As we enter through the hospital glass front door, I can’t recall my way. Sive is holding my hand and Ma approaches us, meandering among people.

  “He’s in the theatre,” Ma says and pulls Sive into her embrace.

  Sive’s closeness seems to soothe her and my mermaid strokes her arms up and down.

  Zane emerges from behind the corner and joins us. A few scratches mark his face and red stains dot his t-shirt. We go along the hospital corridor in silence then stop in front of the entrance to the theatre.

  The surgery takes four hours. The four hours of nervous eternity filled with horrible coffee, sitting in the uncomfortable hospital chairs, chats about nothing. Blaze and his lady joined us twenty minutes ago. We talk about Boulder, but nobody mentions Dash.

  At 2.47 am, two surgeons walk out of the theatre. The woman lowers her surgical mask and greets us.

  “We removed the bullets from the patient’s chest but there was a complication,” she says.

  Ma takes a sharp breath and Zane strokes her back with his palm, his face pale like there is no blood in his body.

  “A stroke,” the male doctor continues. “The patient is in coma.”

  Numbness spreads in my head and body. I feel nothing. Sive runs her palm up and down my arm and holds my hand. Ma cries quietly.

  The doctors leave us and Blaze slaps me on the back.

  “You’re the president now,” Blaze says.

  ***

  The funerals are always rainy.

  I turn my head and glance at Sive as the wind smacks my face and dust invades my eyes. She’s shaking. Weeping like the world around us.

  Ominous clouds have gathered in the sky. Gloom presses against the shoulders of the attendants of the funeral and the priest hurries with prayers to finish before the storm grows to its full fury.

  Dash’s coffin rests at the bottom of the grave and his mother sobs as the gust of the wind almost tears the umbrella from her hand. Ziggy wipes tears from his eyes and lowers his head to hide it. Ma shelters him with her umbrella and her feet sink into the mud forming across the small burial ground. Dash’s parents are Catholics and wanted a catholic funeral for him so he’s going to have his own gravestone and a stone angel among all the others. Dash always liked this place. He will be happy here.

  My glance meets Ma’s for an instant. Boulder still hasn’t awoken. A thought hammers in my head. I have to save the club. I’m responsible for the boys and their families now.

  My eyes meet Samael’s dark ones. The dick has attended with his two bulls. A half smile plays on his lips. Sive was right when she saw him for the first time yesterday. He looks like a real prince of hell. Two deep furrows on his face and bushy dark eyebrows enhance the aura of ruthlessness around him. Even I’m unnerved when I look at him. And very rarely do I feel unnerved.

  The funeral attendants start to disperse in all directions. Ma loops her arm through Sive’s and they walk off as I head to the ‘Jilly Jet’, helping Ziggy walk. Our clothes are drenched and goose bumps pop up all over my skin.

  The boys and I gather at the office and Samael joins us. His bulls stay outside. Gunner rubs his red eyes, Zane takes out a bottle of vodka, and Ziggy smokes his cigarette.

  Samael takes a seat as I settle myself into the president’s chair opposite him and wipe the rainwater from my face. The atmosphere resembles that of inside a tomb. Zane pours the alcohol into the glasses and we drink for Dash in silence. Gunner sniffles and wipes tears leaking from his eyes, but nobody comments or laughs. We all loved Dash like he was our blood brother. Damn. He was our brother. The youngest of us all.

  “Now the business,” Samael says.

  “I’m listening,” I say as butterflies fill my chest.

  “You take my daughter,” Samael says, “and I give you enough people to smash the Cobras.”

  “Where is the catch?” I ask.

  “There is no catch,” Samael says. “We will be a family. We’ll respect each other like a family would. We’ll trust each other like a family would.”

  “You could just employ us,” I say.

  “You’re not listening to me, boy,” Samael says with irritation, raising his finger at me. Three gold signet rings adorn his digits. “You can’t buy trust. You can’t buy honour.”

  I stifle an urge to take out my gun and put a bullet into his skull.

  “It’s
a fair deal,” Samael says. “You won’t survive without me.”

  I know that. The next time the Cobras will come to erase us. There are women and kids to protect. Heaviness presses against my chest and something drills into my heart.

  “The Cobras have no honour,” Samael says. “But I have to make a deal. Either with you or with them. Do we have a deal?”

  My glance meets Zane’s. My brother shakes his head, clearly disapproving that kind of deal.

  “I will also sort out the mess with the police,” Samael says.

  Yes, another issue requiring my attention. Grant didn’t take any money this time. He may cause trouble sooner or later.

  I feel like a wild animal entrapped in a small cage. There is no right decision available for me to make. There are only the wrong decisions to make.

  “Deal,” I say and this one word sucks the whole life out of me.

  The angry murmur of the boys’ resentment wafts though the air as everything inside me turns into ashes. I had to make that decision. I had to do something to save the club, the boys and our families. To preserve our way of life.

  It means I’ve just lost Sive. I’ve lost my life.

  I turn into an outraged monster. There is only one instinct in my head—to kill as many of the Cobras as possible.

  Sive

  Axel didn’t return from the ‘Jilly Jet’ but Ziggy knocked on the door late in the evening. Amanda opened the door for him and invited him in. He was very tired and didn’t talk much. Amanda fed him and he slept on the couch.

  Now he’s eating breakfast with me and Amanda.

  “So my son ordered you to supervise us like two little children,” Amanda says with sarcasm.

  “He’s my president, woman,” he says and looks at me with concern.

  “What is going on?” Amanda asks. “You’ve been very quiet since yesterday.”

  “He’s going to sort out the problem with the Cobras,” Ziggy says.

  “Hold on a minute,” Amanda explodes. “He’s going to start a war? Is this what you’re trying to say? Who is going to help him? It’s a suicide.”