Page 13 of Siren Sins
I watched with fascination as the dragon moved with impossible speed. Their union was a blur that the cameras couldn’t keep up with. Knowing the truth was one thing, but seeing the evidence was definitely something else. It brought everything into clarity. Sonya was mine… and she was his, too.
“I’m impressed,” Derek said. “Even for the youngest brother, he’s testing the limits of the Blood Stone. The dragons are truly an incredible force.” He grinned. “And they’re all mine.”
He was right about one thing. The dragon gave Sonya such pleasure that she was screaming, her Blood Stone a bright red orb that blazed with the spark of their passion. It terrified me to watch, wondering if the dragon meant to fuck her or devour her… but something in me knew that as long as he stayed in his human form, Sonya would be safe. In fact, I felt a kindred bond with him, as if his hands on her might as well be my own. The sensation of her silky skin swept across mine and I shivered. Was that my imagination… or had I actually felt it?
The dragon shifter’s tattoos had turned to flames long ago, his eyes gone a reptilian stare and very real scales slithered across his skin. When he produced fangs, I sucked in a breath, and jolted for the screen when he went for her neck like a fucking vampire, but it wasn’t a blood kiss of the damned. He simply was a predator and he wanted to lock onto his prey. He wasn’t human, and every movement and unnatural feature reminded me of that. Even his cock was overly large by human standards, somehow completely disappearing beneath the curve of her thighs, not that Sonya seemed to mind.
Watching them together made a truth ring in me that felt right.She belongs to four.
It’d taken days to get her scent out of my pores. Even now I longed for her with an ache I couldn’t explain. I couldn’t know if my need for her was succubus magic, dumb lust, or something else.
“Isn’t she a sight to behold?” Derek taunted and gave me a hearty slap on the back, forcing me to lean closer to the screen as Sonya took the deep thrusts of the youngest brother of the Chen Lung Dragon’s royal family. Did she know who it was she was dealing with? She was meant to be a consort to their leader, Jin, and Derek had been sure to rub that fact in my face.
But when he’d seen how Jet had looked at her, he’d set them both up. Poor Sonya probably thought this would upset Derek’s alliance with the dragons—not play right into his plans.
Derek had a plan for the dragons, and a civil war seemed to be just what he needed to complete it.
What better way to start a war than have the two royal brothers fight over a woman? Helen of Troy had been a similar ploy to divide two nations, even if the world still didn’t know that had been a supernatural one.
And so Derek had ordered Jet to stay with Sonya at all times. Even I knew that no man could resist her for long, especially in such close proximity. Even when I’d been with her, surrounded by Angelstone that should have rendered lust nonexistent, I’d found myself wanting her.
Jet had left her briefly to meet with Jin in the dragon’s den, an old skyscraper that was dwarfed by the golden tower that Derek boasted. It’d been to tell Jin of her age. Which, of course, Derek knew would have been a problem. Hewantedthe two brothers to get into a fight over her.
It’d worked, and Sonya was playing on that sibling rivalry. She’d successfully goaded Jet into a blind, lustful rage. Together they glowed with a mingle of reds and greens as the dragon pounded into her over and over again. Even through the pixilated blur of their bodies, I could see how the room bowed with heat and magic.
Sonya was hell’a powerful now, and Jet wasn’t just any dragon. He was the bastard child of an outlawed order of dragons that the world didn’t even know existed, the Hugh Modali.
Derek had told me all about them. My teeth grated together as he laid valuable information at my feet. Either he meant to boast this knowledge, or I wasn’t going to live long enough to tell anyone else about it. I needed to be alive. I needed to protect Sonya from whatever havoc Derek had planned for her.
The Hugh Modali had once ravaged the land, claimed virgins and killed more often than they’d taken the humans for wives. Supernaturals preferred to keep under the radar for good reason. Even if the humans weren’t individually powerful, there were billions of them. Before long, after eons of hunting their kind for trophies of valor, the Modali bordered on extinction, almost dying out before they learned their lesson not to parade themselves in front of the humans again.
They’d found their foothold in China where they were worshipped instead of slaughtered, but even that’d had its ups and downs.
It was a valuable lesson that if taken as a frontal assault, humans would win. I would have been proud to count myself among them, but I wasn’t human. My mother had powers to see the future, and my father, well, I still didn’t know who or what he was.
But Sonya knew, and instead of telling me what I’d waited my whole life to hear, she now pumped another man until they both cried out in pleasure. I wasn’t sure how it made me feel that I wanted to run my hands over her and add to her pleasure and strengthen her magic.
“You mean nothing to her,” Derek said, stabbing into my thoughts. “You gave her the power to recharge her Blood Stone and now she squanders it to blend with a dragon like Jet. Her judgment is poor and predictable, to say the least.”
“If you’re displeased,” I snarled, “then why’d you set her up?”
Derek laughed. It was a deep, arrogant sound. “Oh, I’m quite pleased. I just want you to see the truth.” His smile faded and his eyes went wide and dangerous. “Sonya is the key. She is a lioness that must be broken before I can expect her to bend to my will.”
The red hue in his eyes passed as I waited in silence. If I’d learned anything from my time with Detective Anderson, it was that psychopaths loved to hear themselves speak. I didn’t have to prod him for answers. If I simply waited, he’d give me all the information I’d need to crush him, when the time was right.
“Do you know why I wished you to see this?” he asked. When I didn’t reply, he answered me anyway, as expected. “Sonya must learn to control her gifts. My magic is too familiar. She knows how an incubus’ power works. But she must experience so much more before she can become what she is meant to be.” He turned to the screen and caressed the portrayed pixels of her cheek as she cried out in pleasure. “She’s had you, and now she has a dragon. This is only the beginning.”
I refused to respond, but a growl rumbled in the back of my throat in spite of my vow to remain silent and let the sociopath spill his secrets. Derek chuckled at my rage. “Oh, do understand, you are supernatural. You’re something that she’ll learn to unlock, layer by layer, until she can rip your power from your very soul.”
I blinked as I sucked in a breath. He spoke as if he knew what I was. Could I get him to tell me, without revealing that I didn’t even know? “Aren’t there others like me?” I asked.
Derek’s eyes widened. “Of course not. You are one of a kind.” He turned again to admire Sonya enthralled in pleasure. “Once you hate her, you’ll be ready to learn what you are.” I glowered at him as he smirked at me over his shoulder. The bastard was toying with me. “It’s pointless to love someone who’ll never love you in return,” he said. “She may be infatuated with you, but she’ll never belong to just one man. It’s against her nature. You can’t live an immortal life with such tragedy in your soul. It’ll make you go mad.”
He phrased that as if it was meant to be a punishment, but little did he know I didn’t mind sharing Sonya. She needed others to complete an ancient bond I couldn’t describe. She needed her four, and I wanted to be one of the pillars of the foundation she needed. To take away any of the others would mean to watch her tumble, and that wasn’t an option.
There was something else in Derek’s words that however did streak fear down my spine. I was… immortal? No matter how much I’d healed, I’d hoped that age, at least, could one day take me. To hear that I would be an immortal prisoner in my own body was my worst fear. No one was meant to conquer time. Only vampires and unnatural creatures held onto the physical plane for that long.
“I’m immortal?” I asked, giving up the charade that I knew shit about anything.
