Cursed Heart_The Siren Coven

by Kim Loraine

  "Times Square," I admit.

  "You released a demon—a vicious one, judging by the claw marks and beating you took, in the middle of Manhattan because he pissed you off?" There's anger and disappointment in her words. "Minor level demons aren't much of a threat. They cause mischief, that's why they don't need to be summoned to wander the earth. The first rule of summoning is never call something you wouldn't want to release into this plane."

  I bristle at her chastisement. I'm older than she is, I know these rules because I saw them being written. "I don't need you to lecture me on this."

  "Obviously, you do!" She tosses her hands in the air, a gesture of pure frustration. "Honestly, you're such a…a man." The woman stands and levels her gaze on me. "What was so important that you needed to do this without telling me? If you'd brought me along, I could've helped contain him. Give me his name and I'll summon him."

  "No! I don't want you anywhere near the demons."

  She rolls her eyes and places her hands on her hips. "Now that he's broken your circle, you won't be able to contain him again. You forget I created the spell that imprisoned Lucifer. I've been near angels and demons, seems to me, they're not far off from each other. Gabriel is one fall away from being Lucifer."

  "That's different. Things were…less dangerous than they are now. I'm responsible for you."

  "Why? Because we've traded a few orgasms? Sorry to inform you, that doesn't make me your property. I'm not your girlfriend, and you've certainly ensured I'm not your lover either."

  "You are more to me than you think."

  Her eyes widen, fear sparking in them. "No. Don't you dare try to use feelings to get your way. You're all the same, manipulative and dangerous. You think you can dangle the promise of devotion in front of me and I'll come running? I'm not here for you or any man. I came here to break the curse completely and save my sisters."

  "Helena…" I start but trail off. I don't know how to fix this. She's right. I can't stop Kit from roaming free in the city, but there's too much risk in telling her what I know. I need to turn this conversation around in my favor. "My devotion stems from a sense of duty to you and your sisters. I'm trying to earn redemption, remember? I think our mutual attraction has your mind clouded with fears of something more. I'll never chain you down…unless that's something you'd be into."

  A different kind of spark lights her eyes at that. "So…you're not in love with me, then?"

  "Not even a little," I say, but it tastes like a lie on my tongue.

  "Tell me more about this, restraining me idea of yours."

  The mood shifts from tense with danger to undeniably sexual in one short sentence. My body reacts on its own, sending arousal straight to my length as I stare into her eyes. "You like that?"

  "I might."

  "Would you want me to chain you to this bed? Naked. At my mercy."

  She takes her bottom lip into her mouth and her hands clench into tight fists at her sides. Everything about her posture says she's ready for us to fuck. God help me, I want to take her. I need to with a primal urgency. But I saw the terror in her face at the thought of me loving her.

  "Lie back, love," I say, grabbing the top sheet and pulling the fabric free of the bed. I tear the material into strips before I wrap it around her wrists and bind them together. "Arms up."

  She's compliant, which is surprising, but then again, Helena understands fully that she's truly in control here. Her nipples are tight points pressing against the thin shirt she's wearing. I want to suck and bite them, to roll my tongue across the hardened peaks and make her moan. All in good time. After I've secured her arms to the headboard, I spread her legs and slide her skirt higher up her thighs.

  "I'm very pleased to see you chose to wear a skirt, love. There's just something about being able to run my hand up the inside of your bare thigh."

  Her breaths come in sharp gasps as my fingers slide under her knickers and reach the soft curls between her legs. I've wanted to touch her like this for so long, to give her pleasure and watch her face as I make her come with my fingers. But, this is too quick for what she deserves. My witch has a beautiful body made for sinning. I need more of her. Pulling the small scrap of lace down her thighs, I bare her to me. I crawl over her legs, fitting my hips between them. Fuck, the scent of her need has me aching to sink into her. She wraps her legs around me and tries to take control of the situation, but I stop her with a look.

  "If you disobey, I'll have to punish you. Is that what you want?" A glint in her eye tells me that is exactly what she wants, and my erection throbs in response. "Hm, I'll keep that in mind."

  Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I pull it up until the fabric is around her forearms, out of my way, but still available if I need to blindfold her later. She isn't wearing a bra and the sight of her nipples, stiff peaks beckoning me to taste them, has my already aching cock weeping with desire. Her breasts are more perfect than I could have imagined. Full, perky, and all mine to do with as I please.

  I run my palms over her neck and down her sides, my thumbs barely brushing the heavy, rounded edges of her breasts. She moans and squirms, her pussy grinding against my boxers. I'm so close to the place I want to be most. I could easily free my cock and drive home right the fuck now. My hands move to her waist and back up until I cup her breasts in my palms. Their weight is perfection, soft and warm and all mine. Dipping my head, I do what I've wanted since all this started and suck a nipple into my mouth. I'm not prepared for her reaction. Helena bucks against me, her legs wrapping around me once more and pulling my hips to hers as she cries out.

  "Oh, fuck, Tamiel!"

  I swear to all that is good and holy, I nearly come in my boxers at the sound of her. With one hand, I free my cock and stroke the length in a pathetic attempt to alleviate some of the need raging through me. My palm is a poor substitute for the wet and willing pussy mere inches away. She squirms again and her heat brushes the tip of me, tempting as I give a shallow thrust and press against her entrance. Even that slight contact has me on the edge of spilling my orgasm. I'm one soft plea away from burying myself deep inside her.

  Releasing her breast, I slide down her body and grip her thighs while I position my face exactly where I want it and distance my cock from her needy body. I spread her apart and kiss her in the most intimate way possible. She's sweet and perfect, made exactly for me, and as she cries my name and comes on my tongue, it's crystal clear. If I lose her again, I won't survive.

  7

  Helena

  "Well, that escalated quickly," I say, still coming down from the orgasm Tamiel gave me with his magical tongue. "Did you need to feed as well?"

  He grins up at me from his place nestled between my thighs. "No thanks, I just ate."

  My eye roll is involuntary as I laugh and he gets to his knees, adjusting his obvious arousal. "About that," I say, tugging on the restraints holding me to the bed and arch my brow. "I could help you take care of your… other needs if you release me."

  A shiver runs through me at the memory of him pressing inside, just barely teasing my opening. I wanted all of him, that considerable length, the look on his face, the need in his eyes. I wanted to make him realize he can have my body, that we can make each other feel good, and it'll still be as right without promises of love and forever.

  To my dismay, he tugs my shirt down and repositions my skirt. "I'm fine, love. You've given me plenty in the last few hours."

  The man confuses me. I know he wants my body, it's apparent in every way, but he won't take that step. Why? Perhaps he senses my siren song wrapped around his heart. Or possibly, he's never fully recovered from losing his soul mate. Maybe he really is more vampire than fallen angel at this point. Some of them never feed on sex again after choosing to take blood.

  Tamiel stands and walks across the room. I love the way his shoulder muscles shift and flex, the shadows defining his handsome physique in a way that makes me want to go over there and run my tongue over each peak and valley, or p
ress kisses down the line of his perfect spine as I trail my fingers over the ladder of his toned stomach.

  "See something you fancy, love?" he calls over his shoulder.

  I sit up, not ashamed in the least. If he's going to tease me, I'll do the same. "Maybe." Whipping my shirt over my head, I toss it on the floor and stand. As I suspected, his gaze locks onto my swaying breasts as I move about the room. My hair falls to the tips of my nipples, covering a slight bit of what he wants to see, but I think that adds to the seduction. I've always been very good at the art of the tease. It used to be in order to survive, to gain some power over men who wanted to own me before I used my song to ruin them. But now, I don't want Tamiel to want me simply because of a spell. I need him to desire me because he does.

  I shimmy my skirt down my hips and leave the fabric pooled on the floor next to my shirt. The look on his face makes my stomach flip in excitement. His eyes blaze with lust and when I reach up and stretch he lets out a low groan.

  "What are you doing to me?"

  I feign innocence. "I have no idea what you're talking about. It's nothing you haven't already seen. Lord knows you just had your face buried in my cunt a moment ago."

  His hands ball into tight fists and the erection he's failing to hide behind dark boxer briefs gives a sharp twitch.

  "I'm going to have a shower. You made a bit of a mess between my thighs." I walk past him, tossing my hair over my shoulders and making sure to add an extra bit of sway to my hips as I go.

  The flare of longing in his gaze makes my nipples ache. It takes everything in me not to turn back and pull him to me for a kiss. I want him as much or more than he wants me. I kind of hate him for making me feel this way.

  The master bathroom is spacious, with heated floors and clean lines. I could take a luxurious bath in the egg-shaped tub, enjoying a sunrise view of Manhattan, or I could shower in the massive stall. I wonder which would be more enticing for my fallen angel. Opting for the shower—this time—I slide the glass door open and step inside.

  The water heats quickly, steam curling around my body almost immediately as I step under the spray. It feels good, the cascading warmth easing muscles I hadn't realized were tense. I force my thoughts away from Tamiel, needing to calm the desire he brings out in me. But as I wash my hair with his shampoo, the scent of him hits me hard. My thighs ache to feel him between them and my fingers drift between my breasts, down my belly, to my needy clit.

  I give a soft moan as I circle the aching bud that holds the secret to my orgasm. I want him to give me this. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back and let the water rinse my hair as I lazily bring myself closer to the edge of pleasure.

  A hand closes around my wrist and stops me from touching myself. Tamiel's deep voice fills my ears. "I'm responsible for your pleasure, love."

  My eyes open and lock onto his fierce platinum irises. He doesn't like to know I'll get myself off without him. That's fine. But he needs to understand I feel the same way about him. "Then give it to me. And let me give you yours."

  His erection presses against my belly, so hard and thick, weeping with need. I slide my hand over his stomach and toy with the trail of hair leading down to the place I want to be. His entire body tightens in anticipation and I can't wait any longer. Gripping his shaft, I slide over him with a firm grip. His answering moan has tingles running over my skin. I want him inside my body, moaning as he sinks deep and pulls out.

  "Oh, fuck," he groans.

  Yes, please. That's exactly what I want. But, I know he's got a reason for denying us this final step. Whether it's misplaced chivalry or some sort of celibacy agreement. I'm going to make him come. Dropping to my knees at his feet, I let the water pound my back and run my fingers up his thighs until I cup him. He's heavy and tight, ready for some kind of attention.

  "It's my turn to taste you, Fallen," I say, glancing up his body. The look on his face makes my heart swell and flip in fear. He's looking at me, not like a man in lust. Tamiel stares at me with the face of a man in love.

  Tamiel

  I've lost all power of speech. When Helena dropped to her knees at my feet, water hitting tile the only sound in the shower and then she said, "Let me taste you, Fallen," my knees nearly buckled. Those words are something every man dreams of hearing. It's like Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one. Although, I don't have a birthday.

  Her gaze locks with mine and everything in me begs to take her and make her mine in every last way. There's a glimmer of the girl she once was before Troy, before the curse. Helena used to be open-hearted and gentle. I've seen pieces of that myself, but the armor she wears has become a second skin.

  "Helena," I manage to force out. Her hands are toying with me, sending pleasure rolling through me with each stroke, each scrape of her nails. Her lips are so close to my shaft, barely a centimeter away, but the woman is a tease. She leans in and shifts her position so she can kiss the V of muscle that leads to my cock. Fuck. Just the brush of her hair across my aching body has me hissing in a breath. My hand shoots out to brace myself on the shower door. "You're killing me, witch."

  She doesn't say a word, just continues her game until I'm trembling with unbound desire. Then, to my utter dismay, she stands.

  "What? You have to be kidding me."

  She grabs a bar of soap and begins rolling it in her hands. "You've not had a shower in days. I'm going to enjoy washing you first, then I'll suck you off until you come down my throat."

  My mouth runs dry at her words. Technically, I don't sweat or truly need to shower. It's become a bit of a self-indulgent habit over the years. I love the feel of hot water against my skin and most of all, the normality of doing something so innately human. I have to clear my throat before I can respond. "All right."

  She lets out a soft laugh. "I wasn't asking permission."

  Then her soapy hands are on my chest, rubbing circles across the broad expanse, and God help me, it feels better than almost anything I can think of. She runs her palms over my arms, shoulders, and stomach, all the while my erection is begging for her attention. I could take myself in hand, but I want her to see what she does to me. What no one else has done.

  "Turn," she orders.

  I do, but as soon as I lose sight of her beauty, I want to return my gaze to hers. Her fingers trail across the back of my neck before she begins massaging the tight muscles and washing my back.

  "You're so…big."

  I chuckle. "Words every man wants to hear."

  A gentle slap on my shoulder has me grinning from ear to ear. "You know what I mean. Your shoulders are impossibly broad," she says. Then she runs her hands down my back, around my waist, and up to my chest until she's holding me in an embrace. Her softness presses against my back. The feel of her firm breasts, slick with soap and water on my skin only adds to the erotic dance between us.

  I thread my fingers with hers and slide her hands downward, stopping at my hips. "You forgot a spot."

  The playful mood shifts instantly. She murmurs, "So I did."

  My body is as tense as a piano wire while I wait for her to decide what she's going to do. Will she leave me hanging, begging for her attention? A small part of me wants her to. This power play we have going on has us on a constant knife's edge. But, what she doesn't know is that she's owned me from the first moment I saw her.

  I open my mouth to speak but my words catch in my throat when her hand grips my length and she gives a long, slow stroke. All I can do is groan. My hips buck into her hand, helping her along, but she whispers a warning into my ear.

  "Don't. I said I wanted to taste you. It'd be a shame if you lost your self in my hand."

  Torture. This is torture. "You're playing with fire, love. Don't you know what happens to a Watcher when he finds…" I stop myself before I tell her the truth. That she's my soul mate. That I've found her and won't ever let go.

  "I've not heard you refer to yourself by that archaic title. Fallen angel is so much…sexier and more dangerous
."

  "I like to play the bad boy." My words are tight as I edge closer to orgasm.

  She releases me and, bloody hell, I almost whimper. But then her palms are on my shoulder and she's turning me to face her. The shower head is in her hands and she's washing away the soap, her eyes on mine the whole time. There's more here than a witch who thinks she's got me under her spell. We've got a connection and it's only getting stronger.

  "All clean," she murmurs, her gaze drifting to my hard cock.

  "Well done."

  She steps closer, my erection nudging her belly before she positions it so it's resting between us. "Tamiel," she whispers, her hands wrapping around the back of my neck, lips beckoning me like her siren song.

  I dip my head and take her offered kiss, the contact meaning more than anything else she could give me at the moment. Her kisses are rare things, given like a princess might give favor to a knight. I'll wear the memory of this kiss like a badge of honor. A surprised gasp falls from her lips and before I can open my eyes, she's gone. Just…gone.

  8

  Helena

  "Grant, close your eyes." Izzy's voice is the first thing I hear as the chill of night air hits me.

  I open my eyes to the sight of Gwen and Izzy standing before me, lit candles in their hands making them look like ancient Pagans. The scent of something wild fills the clearing, and I turn to my left to find Izzy's mate smirking, but with his eyes closed tight.

  "What the hell do you two think you're doing?" I ask my sisters. I'm shivering in the cold as droplets of water run down my bare breasts. "I was in the middle of something, if you don't mind."

  "I do mind." Gwen's voice is stern. "You're dangerously close to something I can't see."

  "What are you talking about?" I cock my hip and rest a palm on it, trying to fight the urge to let my teeth chatter. Closing my eyes, I attempt to conjure some clothes, but I'm too weak. I've been seeing to Tamiel's needs and it's draining me. Damn.