Page 25 of Lured By the Siren

We must have both been exhausted from last night's escapades. I didn’t count, but I’m pretty sure I made Evie come a dozen times. We missed dinner and spent most of the night enjoying one another, which means I’ve had no chance to meet the other sirens and the rest of the men before this ‘cleansing ceremony’ that Eve keeps talking about. But even worse, I’ve completely pushed aside thoughts of Dru and finding him here on this island. I grunt, inwardly cursing myself for losing track of something so important.

Turning over in bed, I find Eve sound asleep beside me, looking so beautiful and serene. Her golden hair covers her face, and I reach out, brushing it behind her ear, letting my hand lightly graze across her face. She stirs from the touch and slowly opens her eyes.

“Good morning, Eve,” I whisper, cupping her chin and pulling her lips to mine.

She moans, smiling as I release the kiss. “I’m not sure I’ve slept that well ever in my life.”

I smile back, and she laughs softly, but then her eyes widen and she pushes herself off the bed, looking out the small window. “What time is it?!”

“I don’t know. Morning? Afternoon? How can one be sure?”

“We have to go! The cleansing ceremony starts at dawn.” She grabs the clothes that we strewn across the floor last night, throwing them at me.

The strings of her top smack into me, and I pick it up, holding it over my chest. “I’m not sure this is mine, but if you want me to wear it, I certainly will.”

She snatches the top from my grip and fastens it over her ample breasts, “Not funny. I’m serious, we have to be there on time. I spoke with my mother and the other Elders yesterday,and they gave you a day to rest, but we can not miss the ceremony this morning.”

I push off the bed, realizing that she’s right. It was time to find Dru and get off this island, but even the thought of leaving this place makes my heart twist. I know it’s only been a day, but I don’t want to leave. I want to see where this thing between Evie and I goes. There is something profound between us, something new and exciting, but first, I need to find my brother.

“You’re right,” I say, pulling on my pants. “I need to find Dru.”

Evelyn stops and makes a strange face that I can’t quite figure out.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she says, tying her skirt around her waist. “I’m fine. I just don’t want you to get your hopes up too much. I’m not entirely sure your brother is here. I don’t know anyone with that name, although a few of the sailors can’t remember their names from before coming here. Still,” she walks to me, taking my hands in hers. “If he isn’t…”

“It’s alright, Evie.” I don’t know why I’ve started calling her Evie, but it feels right. I like the way Evie sounds. It seems more like her than her full name.

“I’ve already come to terms with the fact that he might be gone forever. I mourned his loss long ago, but I do still have some hope. Enough hope to have brought me all the way here…to you.” I smile down at her with heavy lids, looking at her plump lips, parted and ready for me. Cupping her chin and tilting her head up toward mine, I bend, going for a kiss, but she pushes me away.

“No! We don’t have time for that. If you kiss me, we will miss it all because we both know we will be on that bed in two seconds flat. No distractions. Come on.” She grabs my hand and pulls me out the door.

I notice the rest of the men's quarters are empty as we make it to the trap door and climb down the tree ladder, making our way to the beach.

“See, we are already behind. Hurry!”

I chase after Evie as she leads the way down to the beach. Looking out over the horizon, I notice the foreboding grey skies and the angry storms that encircle this whole island. Streaks of lightning can be seen far off, but there is no thunderous sound, almost as if the storms are too far away for the sounds of thunder to reach here. It just hovers far away like a bad omen, making me shiver as gooseflesh climbs up my arms and down my torso. There is something not right about those storms. Memories flash in my vision of the harsh winds whipping through the sails, tearing them to shreds and the giant waves towering over the ship.

“We are almost there! Hurry up!” Evie shouts from far ahead of me, and I only now realize I had slowed my pace, entranced by the imposing storms.

Stepping onto the beach, I find nearly one hundred possibly more sirens standing in the shallows where the sea meets sand, light waves splashing against them with the tide. And standing in front of them with their backs turned to us are fifteen perfectly poised men.

This is my chance to find out if my brother is one of them, but just as I’m about to dart forward to study each of their faces, Evie seizes my hand. She tugs me to stand beside the men positioned at the farthest right side of the group, limiting my view so that I could only see a few of the faces just next to me.

None are my brother.

“You’re ordered in line from who arrived first to the last arrivals, which is you.” She whispers in my ear. “Don’t be scared. The ceremony is fast, and you’ll get to hear our deadly siren’s song.”

She gives me a wink before joining the other sirens, and I see her stand beside her sister Katarina. They are so similar in the way they look, but there is a softness to Evie that Katarina doesn’t have. The way Katarina holds her body is vain, as if she knows she is the most beautiful siren on the beach, but to me, that makes her so much less spectacular than Evie. As if sensing my thoughts Evie smiles at me and I smile back before looking away, because if I stare at her much longer my dick will be straining against these trousers just thinking about sinking into her. Even just the thought of her body makes my balls ache and my cock begin to swell.

I curse, drawing my attention to the men beside me. Leaning forward, I look at the man on the far end of the line. It’s Mathius, whom I met the evening before. I remember what Evelyn whispered to me a moment ago. Him being the first in the row means he was the first to arrive on the island.

I let my eyes travel to the next man in line and then the next beside him, squinting through my cracked spectacles, looking for my brother’s features. Disappointment washes over me with each inspection of the men’s faces. None of them is Dru. My brother isn’t here.

The realization hits me in the center of my chest like a ton of stones. A heaviness settles there, followed by a sting of pain. My brother is lost. He is truly gone, and I will never get the chance to see him again, hug him again. I look down at the white sand beneath my feet, feeling the tears begin to well. I cried for my brother’s loss long ago, but it never felt final, not like it does now.

This was final.

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