Page 8 of Siren Sins
She grinned, clearly delighted by my spunk. “You got it.” Her gaze dipped to my lips, but she waited for me to make the first move. A siren didn’t take, she received.
Every survival instinct in my body screamed to get away from her, but the heat building between my thighs only wanted her touch and my tongue wanted to taste her lips. I gave in, releasing her fingers so that she could run her icy fingers under my bra and squeeze. It was a delightful pain, as if I was burning with fever and she offered the cooling reprieve of the oceans.
I gasped as her leg pushed between my thighs. Her lips parted and she accepted my kiss.
Her tongue caressed mine and left a trail of magic and lust sparking through my senses. Her thigh pressed higher and eased a sensual pleasure through me. I leaned into the kiss and let her run her grip around to my ass and press me close as she prepared to feed.
Unlike a succubus, a siren could feed off of either gender. She didn’t need sexual energy to survive like Sonya, but fed on sorrow and need. Lust broke down mental walls and opened my mind to her, making it easier for her to take her pick of what sorrow she wished to feed.
She curled her magic in me, making me want her more and more, and it was a siren’s way to never fulfill. The building lust made me kiss her harder as I yearned for fulfillment, even knowing that it’d only get worse the more I tried. The compulsion was impossible to resist once in a siren’s trap. A low hum reverberated in her throat, sending a powerful song vibrating through my bones. It was a melody I could get lost in, could forget who I was and why I’d promised myself I wouldn’t completely give in.
No,I thought to myself.Resist. Don’t let her overpower you.
As if she sensed my resistance, she grated me over her thigh, sending friction and icy heat through every nerve between my legs that awarded me a building pleasure, but only made me want more. I moaned into her kiss and pulled away to gasp for breath.
So many eyes were on us now. Guys nudged each other and dared to come closer to watch our exchange of lust and desire.
What the humans couldn’t see was the fine mist of my sorrow filtering through trailing magic that wound around the siren’s body. She gasped with pleasure as tastes of my misery bled into her like knives.
A siren thrived on the pleasure of pain. It was the same pleasure that came with melted wax sent dripping low on a navel, or a sensual pinch instead of a soft caress.
I had enough sorrow in me to feed an entire pod of sirens. But my captor was surprisingly careful as she licked the dark grief from my lips. She fed on the bleeding, old wounds of the loss of my mother, leaving the fresher misery of Sonya’s betrayal to remain lingering in the air before it reluctantly ventured back into my heart.
“Heartbreak can mend,” she promised me as she continued to massage my breast. “I’ll leave that one to heal on its own.”
Seeming satisfied with the exchange, the other sirens nodded in approval and their songs resumed as they filtered back into the crowd. They waved their hands and danced across the sands, sending the men who’d been watching us with mouths agape into a trance. They forgot why they’d been so interested in us, and instead followed the sirens to the bonfires as their captors prepared to feed.
“So,” the siren said, her cheeks flushed from our exchange of pleasure and pain, “what’s your name?”
I smirked as I eased away from her and shivered as I tried to extract her magic and scent from my skin. She was mesmerizing and beautiful. I’d never expected a newborn siren to be able to feed and leave me so… relaxed.
“Sarah,” I said, wondering why it was that even if I didn’t feel fulfilled, I wasn’t consumed by the dangerous need that drove many siren victims into a pit of depression and madness. “What’s yours?”
She beamed. “Vikki.”
I smiled. “It fits you.” For a siren, she was surprisingly perky and full of life. Vikki was the name I expected of a girl that had spunk, excitement, dark secrets, and would be someone great in bed. I had no doubt this siren met that criteria and then some.
She took my hand and drew me closer to the sea. It was away from the bonfires and away from the promise of protection of Apollo’s presence. He would still be in his SUV with the window rolled down. If I yelled right now, he would hear me, but if I let Vikki take me much farther down to the shore, the crashing waves would drown me out. The pun made me shiver with fresh fear.
“So, what kind of deal did you have in mind?” she asked as her icy fingers played with mine, wiping away my spike of adrenaline with the soft touch.
She was so comfortable with me. In turn, I wanted to feel the same. It was as if we were a new couple and this was the first stage of an exciting relationship. There were new delights to explore and Vikki was going to take away all of my sorrow.
But then I recognized the soft melody beneath the soft exhale of her breath. She was still trying to control me.
I snatched my hand away and frowned. “Stop that. You promised.”
She shrugged, but didn’t try to reclaim my hand. “Sorry. Siren nature and all.”
We stopped when we reached the shore. She settled on the sand and after waiting patiently, I sat down beside her.
I half-expected Vikki to drag me into the waters and drown me, but instead she drew circles in the sand. Drowning a victim would release ultimate suffering and be delicious to a siren. Drowning was also how they’d been Made and how they’d suffered. Their own pain eased when they drank in that familiar choking off of oxygen in another life and snuffed it out of existence. But of course, as was a siren’s way, they’d never be completely fulfilled. The urge to feed and drown would never go away—not unless they found a friend in a muse willing to give up years of their power to break the supernatural bond to the sea. The sea was the source of their incapability to fulfill that need. The sea was endless and full of mystery and darkness. It was a depth that could never be filled and only a freed siren could find relief.
“I can break your bond with the shore,” I began, making sure to lead with the most desirable of promises. Even though Vikki was newly Made, she would know the weight of an immortal life that awaited her without promise of reprieve. She wasn’t yet broken like the older sirens who were already dragging men and women to the shore. This was a popular siren nesting ground and I shivered, realizing that my father had likely brought me here on purpose. If I wanted to get myself in trouble with the sirens, this was it. It showed that he trusted me, and I wasn’t sure what to make of that.
The ease with which they took their victims to the water should have surprised me, but it didn’t. I knew that my father lingered in Miami for a reason. He kept their secrets secure. Any soul that was snuffed out would be wiped from the minds of anyone who knew them. Male muses were the most powerful of our kind. They could follow a thread of memory to anyone connected to it and break it. It only took a moment, and then it was if that person had never existed at all. No one would be missed. No one would mourn their losses. Only the sirens would know what they had done, and they would relish in the surge of suffering for days to come.
Vikki followed my gaze to watch the horror parade that was heading to the shore. Some sirens bedded their victims first. Naked skin flashed and pink nipples sparkled with magic making it look like an orgy that would be enticing to join, but they were playing with their food. First, they would suck away any sorrow or misery that laid in their victims’ hearts, then delight in the suffering of their death.
