Page 39 of Siren Sins
I knew that Vikki was trying to feed off of me, but I didn’t care. If she really needed to feed in order to keep Sarah on land, and alive, then I couldn’t stop her. I’d already hurt Sarah in more ways that I could have possibly realized. She’d drowned, turned into a mermaid, and now she was a husk of herself and barely hanging on. I had to help figure all of this out and get her back to normal.
Vikki’s lips brushed my neck and I shivered as goosebumps swelled across my arms. She was shorter than me, but when she leaned her head back, I couldn’t deny the unspoken command to give her a kiss.
Frost ran across my tongue as I tasted the siren. Her magic was exquisite and powerful, but what amazed me the most was that the part of her power that lured me into her trap was sexual. Anything that was sexual was something I knew how to work, and I fed on her just as quickly as she began to feed on me.
The exchange made us both relax into the kiss. I drew in a deep breath through my nose as I gripped her arms and brought her closer to me. Her breasts crushed against mine and her soft whimper of need made my thighs clench.
When I pulled away, Vikki blinked up at me, her glistening eyes full of magic and wonder. “I can feed off of you,” she said as if that hadn’t occurred to her. Her gaze fell to my lips again and I knew they were the perfect, plump pink from my arousal. “Can you feed off of me?”
With a slow nod, I ran my fingers up her neck and gripped the roots of her hair until she leaned back. I tested her neck with my teeth. “It seems we can benefit one another.”
She bit her lip with anticipation. “Then you’ll let me feed off of you?”
“Yes,” I promised. As waves splashed against my calves, bringing a cool reprieve to my burning skin, I tugged her to shore. “But I won’t have you drown me.”
She smiled, meeting the fresh wave of heat with an icy mixture of her own. Her lips found mine and her deft fingers tugged at my shirt. I allowed her to slip it over my head and peel away my bra, parting from her mouth just long enough to rid myself of the constrictive clothing.
As she guided me to the sands, I expected to endure sharp grains shoving into uncomfortable places. But I was happily surprised when her magic soothed the shore into a velvety sheet. She smiled as my eyes widened. “You’re not the only one with gifts.” Her finger twirled around my nipple until it hardened. “Are all succubi like this?”
I knew what she meant. Each kiss gave me long, delicious drags of sexual nourishment that would have killed most people on the spot. But this was a siren. Every taste I took from her, she took my own sorrow in turn. It wasn’t painful, as I would have expected. The arousal and the cold numbed the slow spread of her magic as it ripped open my soul and found the freshest wounds for her to glean.
As her lips parted and some secret, dark part of me swirled in the air like smoke, only to disappear on her tongue, I gave a nervous chuckle. “I don’t know, are all sirens like this?”
Her fingers ran down my thighs, making my muscles clench with anticipation. “You have so much sorrow, so much guilt. You’d make any siren happy.” She smiled as she teased me, her fingers gliding around the seam of my jeans.
Growling, I took her hand and pressed her onto me. Hot need spiked through my body as she exhaled a long, delighted sigh. “Sex is painful for your heart,” she observed. Instead of being turned off by my fucked up way of getting off, she undid my button and ran down the zipper. I obeyed her silent command to free my legs of my jeans. When the cloth disappeared past my ankles, she crawled over me and continued the tease of her fingers.
Feeling impossibly swollen, I let my head fall back to the soft cushion of sands. “I have a soulmate,” I explained. “And an ex-girlfriend who I’m trying to help, even now, by fucking you.”
She ran her tongue around my earlobe, making me shiver. “But you hate what you are.” She bit, making me twitch with the sudden stab of pain. She licked over the small hurt. “Take some advice from a siren.” Her touch ran beneath the soft layer of my underwear, making me gasp as her fingers ran over my wet clit. “Embrace what you are, or be consumed by sorrow.”
“No,” I countered, overcoming the paralysis of my need by peeling away Vikki’s bikini and running my tongue around her nipple. When she gasped I fed on the long, delicious breath of her arousal, her sexual energy delving into my Blood Stone and making my chest glow with the embers of my power. I blew on her nipple now wet from my kiss, watching with delight as it hardened impossibly further. “My sorrow is what will keep Sarah alive. No matter how much guilt I feel, I still take what I need. I’ll need this strength to be ready for when Apollo returns. We’re going to get Sarah out of this mess, even if I have to fuck her girlfriend to do it.”
Vikki groaned as I tugged her bikini bottom aside and slid my fingers into the folds of her flesh. She gasped when I flicked against her inner muscles.
Grappling against my underwear, she ripped it aside. I drew my fingers out of her so that she could descend, sending pain and pleasure rolling through me as she pressed her need against mine. “Stop talking,” she complained, and claimed my mouth with a kiss.
She rolled on me and I gripped her hips to keep her in a rhythm that was slow, deliberate. With each new wave of pleasure I drank in the power. I wanted to nourish my body which felt so cold from her drain on my heart, but I resisted and pushed all of the power into the red gem within. Heat burned in my core, and even if my fingers grew numb, I knew that this would give me what I needed when it was time.
Vikki squeezed my breasts and rode me, sliding back and forth as the pleasure built into delightful pain. “Tell me about Luke,” she commanded.
Guilt wrapped around my chest as her clit rubbed against mine. I knew that if Luke saw me now, this would hurt him. He might tell me that he knows what I am, that he can accept it, but I’d seen the hurt and betrayal in his eyes. He wanted me to do something I couldn’t. He wanted me to be loyal.
Vikki wrapped her fingers around my throat. “Tell me.”
I closed my eyes and gave in to the sorrow that her pleasure gave me. Just as I rode the building wave of a powerful climax, I forced the words out. “I’ll never deserve his love,” I breathed. “I’ll never be what he wants me to be.”
Vikki came with me as the sorrow of that admission drenched the air. I allowed myself to be overcome as the climax hit, taking her long strides on me as my fingers curled into fists.
She rolled on me, sweat drenching her hair, and continued to slowly roll back and forth as the last quivering spasms wrecked our bodies. When she breathed out, frost tinged the air. “There,” she said as she slumped over me. “It’s done.”
Gluttony
Luke
Sonya thought that I wasn’t watching. I expected to be jealous, but the only thing that bothered me was that this wasn’t one of the four. I felt no connection. No hinting caress of her skin over mine. This time it was a siren, and Sarah’s girlfriend of all the sirens she could have chosen.
I crossed my arms and leaned back against my makeshift hideout, a canopy of weeds against one of the beaches many outlets. The ground made me scratchy and I was pretty sure I was attracting ants by the dozen, but I didn’t move. kept my gaze locked on the writhing couple at the edge of the lapping waves.
