Page 10 of Siren Sins
Each new breath I took she danced with me deeper into the dark, icy depths. Her magic kept us locked together and her sex pressed hard against mine. She rolled without stopping, bringing me close to climax, but she wouldn’t let me, not yet.
Each time she moved she pulled that thread of sorrow out of my heart. Every time I nearly reached my peak, she kept the deliciously painful spasms at bay.
Please,I begged, shoving my thoughts at her.Hurry.I couldn’t take this pain and pleasure much longer.
Her eyes were glowing now with the power of my sorrow.There’s so much,her song whispered.You have to let go. Give it all to me.
When I realized what she meant, it was the love I was still holding on to for Sonya. It was a love so strong that it hurt, and if I were to fulfill the siren’s curse, I had to give all my suffering to the feed.
I closed my eyes as tears pricked along my lashes and blended with the gulf.Okay,I promised, and let go of the final thing that was holding back.
She rolled across me again, and this time her magic tugged hard against the last sorrow stuck in my heart.
When my love for Sonya vanished into memory, a climax came, and Vikki arched her neck back as she came with me.
The next breath I drew in was of the sea, and my pleasure quickly transformed into pain that spread needles across my chest. I convulsed, but was too emptied to feel the fear. I stilled until Vikki’s blazing blue eyes melted into darkness, and only death was left.
Elevator
Sonya
My plan formulated as Jet took me into the glittering hotel. The whole place reeked of Incubi that served the King. I’d heard of his “courts,” but I hadn’t imagined that I’d ever visit one.
Where there weren’t Incubi, there were dragons. This was the Shanghai Royal Court. Swirling tattoos and flashes of reptilian eyes made me queasy. I didn’t like being around supernaturals I didn’t know very well. Heck, I didn’t even know if my powers worked on them.
Determined to learn the truth, I kept Jet in my sights. My first mission would be to seduce him and see how far I could push him with my powers. If it worked on him, I suspected I could win over any dragon. Derek would have put only the strongest and most capable as my caretaker.
I didn’t imagine even my gifts would be enough to get him to let me go, but perhaps I could get something more valuable: information.
Women, succubi or not, all have a sexual gift for procuring information. Men called it pillow-talk, but as a succubus, I knew the truth of the phenomenon. Draining a man’s sexual energy broke down the walls in his mind. It makes them more pliable and willing. As a succubus, I could do more with sexual energy than simply breaking down mental walls. I could dive in, bend a man’s will. The sexual energy that I extracted wouldn’t just evaporate into the air. It fed me and kept me alive for as long as my head remained on my body. The price, however, was that I couldn’t live without it. I wasn’t exactly immortal, but close to it by human terms.
Unfortunately, I was only twenty-two years old and I hadn’t yet developed the virtue of patience that the older succubi were known for. It took time to lure powerful men. Jet, I figured, was one of the most powerful of all the Chen Lung Dragons if Derek had chosen him as my bodyguard. He wouldn’t have put anyone in charge of the key to his goals, whatever those were. I just knew that my Blood Stone and I were an integral part of his plans, and if I had a say in it, I was going to screw them up big time, sexy Chen Lung Dragon or not.
I pushed my cloud of influence over Jet as we walked through golden halls filled with luxury and decadence. A few of the other dragons stopped talking and turned, as if they were hounds who’d just smelled prey. Jet’s glares were enough to keep them at arm’s length.
“You’re to be held in the guest quarters in the penthouse suite,” Jet informed me, pointedly not looking me in the eyes. “You’ll have your own keycard once you can be trusted.”
I balked at him as we walked into an elevator. “Trusted?” I shrieked when the doors closed. “I was kidnapped, chained to a chair and flown half-way across the world, and you expect me to cooperate?” My rage stirred the Blood Stone, inadvertently scenting the closed confines with a powerful dose of my power.
He turned to me, the force of his bulk pushing me into the cold metal of the elevator’s wall. Both his fists slammed on either side, too close to my head for comfort. He hadn’t touched me, but a familiar heat burned the air between us… fuck, no. He wasn’t…
“You really need to turn that off,” he hissed, his lips inches from mine.
I sensed the musky need that wafted from him now and flinched when one of my runes blazed to life. His arms trembled as he resisted me. I gave him a wicked grin. “So, my powers do work on you.”
And little did he know, he was one of my four.
It delighted me to see how Jet suffered because there was no way he could resist the power of being one of my four. One of his fists opened, the fingers reaching for my abdomen. He spread his fingers, as if he were about to grope me and connect with the rune that blazed below my navel, then growled and shoved himself away. The elevator dinged, lighting the header with brilliant blue as the doors opened to reveal a room I’d never have been able to afford on my own.
“Get inside,” he barked, his voice husky and raw, “before you make me transform.”
I grinned with victory. Information was already mine.
“So, you’re more powerful in your dragon form?” I asked nonchalantly as I waltzed inside, swaying my hips as I trailed my fingers down a marble bar. I’d been buzzed from my bout with the whiskey in the taxi, but my flare of power from the Blood Stone had already healed the effects of alcohol. I groped chocolate brown cabinets as I searched for more.
“Of course,” he answered and stepped inside as the elevator closed behind him, “but I promise you, it’s not something you’d like to see.”
I grinned at him over my shoulder as I stretched for a glass on the top shelf. “Oh, I disagree. Scales and fangs sound sexy.”
