Page 57 of Ensnaring the Siren

“Mm,” she purred, bumping her nose to his. “Feels good?”

“Unbelievably.” Using her hips as anchor points, he eased in and out in slow, measured thrusts. She grasped the hair at the top of his head, on the cusp of too long for regulations, and his hip, too, to help with leverage. “You?”

Her eyes had fluttered closed, her lips slightly parted. “So good.”

God, he was burying himself in her, and it wasn’t enough. He wanted that beautiful, dangerous mouth on his. Wanted to feel every hitched breath, every gasp, every moan. He wanted to taste her pleasure, her joy, the moment she broke and came, waves upon waves crashing on his shores.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, recapturing her lips, feeling her hold on tighter and clench. As their bodies sought each other again and again, he kissed her slowly, loosely, just enough to keep his lips on the pulse of her desire.

This was a little more than just fucking. He knew that in the way his heart beat an ecstatic, relieved staccato in his chest, and in the way his stomach swooped even as the tingling at the base of his spine grew and grew.

“Reid.” She gasped against his lips, her brows pinched so fucking beautifully. Concentrating on him, on her pleasure, on the sensations they built together.

“Getting close, sweetheart?” He rolled his hips, intentionally delivering pressure on her inner clit. He loved its placement, so easy to pay devotion to with every stroke.

She nodded, her forehead still pressed to his. “You?”

“Oh, yeah.” He nipped at her lower lip. “But I’m going to try to get you off first.”

Her eyes met his with a heavy-lidded gaze. “You make this feel so good. I don’t want it to end.”

His heart stuttered, an unfathomably warm feeling building in his chest. “It doesn’t have to be just this once. I’ve got a whole box in there.”

“First of many,” she agreed, matching his rolling rhythm. “You’ll have to get more boxes.”

God, he loved the sound of that. He never wanted to stop. “I will, Starfish. I promise.”

Clutching each other, they sped their efforts, gasping and panting through their need, racing toward the finish line. She was so swollen and sensitive around him, her channel getting all at once slicker and tighter. He did navigational calculations in his head just so he wouldn’t blow before she did.

“Come for me,” he pleaded, seeking her lips.

With a sharp inhale, she arched in his arms, her muscles contracting around him, sucking him in, and keeping their hips pinned. It was such a tight, delicious squeeze, he almost blacked out from the pleasure of it.

“That’s it,” he groaned against her mouth. Licking against the parted opening, he intentionally nicked his tongue against her teeth, sharing the coppery taste of his blood. She pressed into the kiss, worrying her tongue over that spot with soothing strokes.

He came hard, her channel fluttering in time to her pulsing bioluminescence as she fell over the edge with him.

Breathing heavily, they clung to each other under the stars, lost in the fog of their release.

Chapter

Nineteen

Reid woke her with a slow, drowsy kiss.

Last night, he’d carried her back to his bed, where they’d coupled for the second time, his legs bracketing her tail and weight pressing her into the mattress with every punching thrust of his hips. And she’d loved every second of it. Their first time had been marvelous, perfect even, in the way their bodies relied on each other for stability, as well as pleasure. But this, this had let all other cares fall away. No worries about keeping his head above the surface or maintaining the right leverage. They could just fall into each other and get lost.

“Need to get some supplies.” He pressed another kiss to her cheek, then her neck. Inhaling deeply, he said with a little growl in his voice, “But God, you make me feral.”

“We call it a mating frenzy.” He hadn’t even touched her scales, but they were already parting for him. So, so eager. “Must affect Surface Dwellers too.”

“How long’s it last?” He sucked on the flesh just beneath her jaw, a sensation she felt all the way down her core.

“At least a week. Sometimes more.” Nireed rolled him onto his back, reaching for the box of condoms peeking out from under his pillow.

“Once more before you go?” She lightly shook out a sleeve of the sheaths he covered himself in every time they mated, not trusting her claws to handle them without piercing one. They seemed like such flimsy, fragile things, but their purpose clicked in her head when he’d pulled out, his spend pooling at the tip, captured in a watertight net of sorts.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He grinned, peeling one off. She scooted back, watching his fingers pinch the tip while his palm glided down his shaft, rolling it into place. He held himself upright at the base. “Come up here and take what you need.”

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