Page 55 of Ensnaring the Siren

And he tasted good. So blissfully good, her head spun. This wasn’t just acceptance of what she was. This was craving it, and the possibilities that came with that made her dizzy.

Brushing her hair over her shoulders, Reid broke their kiss, drinking her in with a heavy-lidded gaze. When she invited him to touch her, he filled his hand with her breast, pushing and tenderly squeezing the soft flesh. When she begged for more, he bent, sucking a nipple into his mouth, pulling pleasure straight up from her core.

A shared moan filled the quiet night, harmonized by the lapping waves.

Reaching between them, his fingers ghosted along her tail. “Part your pretty scales for me.”

Her heart thudded wildly against her chest.

She knew he wanted her the moment she woke up and rolled over to find his erection pressing insistently between them. That, and the air had been ripe with his need. But as much as she’d wanted to answer that call right then and there, she wanted him to be sure more.

And he was plenty sure now.

Taking his hand, she guided him in stroking her front, along the section of scales not yet parted—down, but not up. She was smooth in one direction, abrasive the other, and she didn’t want him cutting himself. He was an attentive student, and soon she opened wide for him, presenting the flesh of her seam, dewy and luminescent.

Reid sucked in a breath. He met her eyes a moment before looking between them, running the pad of his finger lightly along her swell. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” she breathed, threading her arms around his neck. “Touch me.”

She watched as he dipped two fingers into her glowing amber seam, wetting himself on her moisture. One by one, he eased them in with gentle, measured strokes. Taking his hand again, she guided him where her sensitive pearl hid, just on the upper-inside lip of her seam.

“Right here?” He rubbed circles around the spot with his thumb.

“Right there.” She gasped, clutching him.

Wrapping his arm around her waist for support, he pumped his fingers in and out, sending pleasure rippling throughout her body, her luminescence winking in time to his ministrations.

“God, that’s beautiful,” he murmured against the corner of her mouth. “You’re iridescent.”

She rocked her tail into his hand, craving the release he could give. “You’re good at this.”

But it was more than that. This felt right. This was what she’d held out for. What she longed for.

When arguing with Aersila and Undine about duties to the pod, and who she should or shouldn’t mate with, she hadn’t known yet if Reid and she had a future together. But locked here with him in this intimate embrace, she knew. This was her mate. Her one and only. And nothing, not her sister, not Undine, and not the distance between them, would keep her from him.

He bumped his nose affectionately to hers. “Getting feedback in real-time is encouraging.”

“You like praise too?”

“Yeah, Starfish. I do.” He increased his pace, fingers hitting up to the knuckle. “You gonna tell me I’m a good boy?”

From the top of her head to her tingling tailfins, her body tremored, a wave of slick coating his fingers. “A very good boy.”

A curse fell from his lips, and he bowed his head, burying his face in her neck. “This water’s damn cold, but I don’t feel it. I’m burning up inside.”

Maybe he was made for these waters, after all.

Carefully, oh so carefully, she dragged a claw down the center of his chest to the flat of his stomach, pausing only to tease the fabric that covered him.

“I think you can make me come without touching me,” he began to say, but she nipped delicately at his lower lip, easing the fabric down his hips, his length springing free.

“But I want to touch you,” she said, gliding a hand over him, loving the feel of him in her palm. Back and forth, back and forth. “So very much.”

He let out a ragged breath, his gaze meeting hers. In the dark, his brown eyes were two shining pools as black as the abyss. “Nireed, I need…”

She squeezed him lightly, drawing out a groan.

A song as old as the oceans thrummed through her veins. A need for what he gave and what more he could give tumbled from her lips in a breathless plea, “Mate with me.”

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