Page 11 of Enticing Him

Chapter 6

Dane

We follow Duncan and Serenia out the door after we finish the meal Dylan made. Seeing the girls interacting was something else, they really are sisters rather than friends, even if they don’t share blood. They can read each other entirely, and I know this is all going to be fine. Whatever it is that they’re worried about telling us about, it’s not going to destroy us.

I’m sure it’s just about where they lived before they came here. As much as I’ve tried, I couldn’t get Celestia to give me a straight answer on it. She just said she lived near the beach, that none of them felt they fit in, and were glad to get the chance to come explore this week.

I know my girl wasn’t looking for a sugar daddy. She’s definitely not a gold-digger. Beyond that, I really don’t care because I know what’s most important—she’s mine. All mine. Just mine. The rest simply shaped her into who she is now. I get to love her and help her grow into whatever else she wants to be from here forward.

We reach the lake, the girls sharing looks before Dylan pulls Melodia into his arms, cupping her face gently, his eyes filled with worry. The same look is on Duncan’s face as well seeing the uncertainty on Serenia’s, and I know I’m not faring much better as I lift Celestia’s hand to my lips, kissing her palm gently.

“Whatever it is going on, just tell us, angel,” Dylan urges, and Melodia nods taking a step back from him as Serenia gives her and Celestia a curious look.

“This might be simpler,” Melodia tells him as the three girls toss aside their dresses, leaving them in bikinis, and they dive into the water while the three of us are momentarily stunned.

It grows when there’s a glow coming from the water, but before it gets too bright, the three of their heads pop up out of the water. My jaw drops, my heart stuttering a bit and I swear I can’t really be seeing what I’m seeing. It’s not humanly possible but even as I think it, a fin pops out of the water, telling me I really am.

Celestia looks like the night sky has wrapped her in layered clouds, darkened with no sun lighting them, creating a feathery look along her torso and over her breasts, rather than the grey one she had on. She’s absolutely stunning and I love that the others aren’t getting to gaze at her body in her tiny bikini. Even if how it happened doesn’t begin to compute right now.

Similarly to Celestia’s top changing, Serenia’s body looks like it’s wrapped with silken water, blue along her torso with white foam creating a bikini top hiding her breasts, rather than the green bikini she jumped into the water wearing. Melodia looks like she’s wrapped in iridescent gemstones forming an off the shoulder looking top, instead of the pink and purple thing she’d been wearing.

“What the fuck?” Duncan gets out, and the girls turn towards us, as we move down the dock towards them.

“So definitely not an actual angel…” Dylan teases. “I wondered where you could have been living to not know what the internet and TV was but this…”

“Never saw this coming,” Duncan says, and I can’t tear my eyes off my girl to ask what the hell Dylan meant by not knowing what the internet and TV was. He can’t be serious can he? I mean, yeah, we haven’t done much beyond cook and fuck, but who doesn’t know what those things are?

Even with all of those questions flowing through me, I can’t begin to do anything but go to my girl. I slip down onto the dock, pulling her almost out of the water, and kiss her, make sure she’s really still here, not a mirage. I let it linger, kissing her hot and hungrily until Duncan finally lets out a shout pulling us apart. “Dude, can you stop long enough for them to explain?”

“Okay, this might take a bit so…” Melodia pauses with a glance at Serenia and Celestia. They nod then push themselves up out of the water onto the dock with us. A shock hits again when almost instantly, the tail and top disappear, the bikinis returning.

“I like the tail more than the bikini, even if it’s just in front of my friends, angel,” Dylan grunts and I have to agree to that even if it is just silently.

We guide the girls over to the sitting area, and I wrap Celestia up tight after slipping my flannel around her upper body, needing my hands on her to know she’s still real and here with me.

Serenia starts, her words a shock as she tells us, “We’re sirens.”

“Sirens, like the beings that lure sailors to their deaths on the rocky shores?” I question, remembering telling Celestia about love at first sight being a myth and her little grin at the word, and they nod. “I thought they were half birds not…”

“We used to be,” Celestia says making my brow lift even higher because I don’t recall that from my small unit on Greek mythology from high school.

“Sirens once roamed the skies, singing their songs, getting men to follow them, on the sea and on land. Others grew jealous, and when a siren lured a man a muse wanted, they went to Hera and claimed the sirens thought they were the greatest beings in the world. The smartest, the prettiest, the most talented, which also upset Athena, because she felt she was the smartest,” Melodia tells us, resting in Dylan’s hold until he leans back a bit, his brow high as he looks at her in shock.

“Hera and Athena, as in the goddesses?”

“Yes,” she answers him seriously. “To teach the sirens a lesson, they tricked them into a singing competition with the muses. A sirens’ song is only meant to lure, it sounds different to everyone, and not every siren can lure every man at the same time.”

“So, when several siren sing at once, the ones that have no effect sound hideous to the listener. Muses on the other hand,” Serenia says, “are meant to inspire, especially music itself. So, when a group of them get together, it creates the most beautiful sound ever.”

“The sirens were laughed at by the men, and because they won, the muses were able to decide what their prize was. They said they wanted the sirens’ feathers, to make them even more beautiful to men, because ours were the prettiest. Once plucked, the sirens’ wings shriveled and could no longer support them in flight, and they were trapped on the ground to walk on their talons,” Celestia adds, and I can feel the anger that causes her. Hell, it makes me furious to think of someone harming her to the point where she’d be disabled.

“But the men that once were under their spell now mocked them, and unable to fly, they captured all of them and told them to try and put them under their spell when they looked like monsters. They wanted to drown all of them, and so, they tied the sirens’ feet together and threw them into the water. They sank fast, the pressure made their bodies elongate while their legs fused together, their skin turning to scale, and the wings rotated and became arms. The coldness of the water turned them into the true monsters the men called them. Their once lovely human faces became bone and terror, their hair long weeds, and ice flowed through their veins, allowing them to breathe under the water. Horrified of the creatures they created, the muses disappeared, and the men tried to fight. In the water they stood no chance. Several were killed instantly, others, managed to escape, and when the sirens went after them, it was discovered that they could not cross the land because they had no feet or legs to stand on any longer,” Melodia admits sending Dylan’s brows up higher and mine definitely follows.

“But all of you have…and you’re even more beautiful…” he says.

“The beauty was a gift from Aphrodite,” Celestia explains, and that’s a name that’s completely familiar. Though it’s a shock that she’d go against the other goddesses and bestow a gift on the sirens.

“She also gave the sirens the chance to reclaim what was taken from them, freedom to roam the land and sea,” Serenia adds, and a bit of understanding starts to come over me as Celestia’s legs move over my lap.

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