Page 9 of Siren Sins
“I haven’t killed yet,” she offered. Newly Made, she still had a shred of humanity in her soul. It would only take a few kills before she lost the capability of remorse. She turned her gaze to me, full of hope and hinting at the human soul that had drowned before she’d been Made. “If you could break my bond to the shore before I give in to the need to take a life, perhaps you could keep me sane. I don’t want to be like my sisters.”
Her fingers crawled across the sands until she found mine. The icy grip that she took me with was one of fear and need and a girl who was scared and alone. If I’d been a muse, I would have been able to read her thoughts, but the emotions were painted clearly on her face that I had no need of magic to read her. Her brows creased with worry and her icy blue eyes frosted with a mist of tears. I listened, but even her siren’s song had ceased.
“What do you want in return for a muse’s boon?” she asked. She broke her gaze from the couples writhing on the shore.
I drew in a deep breath before letting it out. “Well, as you’ve already noticed, I don’t currently have my powers, and I’m not pregnant. My father thinks I’m with child and that’s why I’ve reverted to mortality, but that’s not the truth.” My blood went cold at the memory of Detective Anderson shoving a dagger into my chest. “My powers were drained by a supernatural I don’t fully understand. I’d thought he was mortal, but he’d twisted a succubus’s powers to be able to take others. He has the power of a muse and left me dried up like a husk.”
Her eyes went wide. “You met a chameleon?”
I shifted uncomfortably on the soft padding of sand. “You know what he is?”
She nodded. “When I was Made I gained the knowledge of my sisters. They’ve met all kinds of supernatural creatures. We ally ourselves with muses and the occasional succubi, but steer clear of chameleons.” Her grip tightened around my fingers. “Those things are the worst. They’re even emptier than a siren. They are an endless void that unlocks their true nature when they find a way to feed on other supernaturals. They can only copy and mimic. They have no powers of their own, they don’t even have a soul.”
I shivered, but found myself inching closer to Vikki in spite of the fact that she filled me with icy need. “Have any of your sisters ever been fed on by one?”
She hummed and leaned her head against my shoulder. Her melody started again underneath her words. “It’s happened. A siren is empty and not meant to be fed on. The process is deadly.” Her melody enticed me and drew me down to lay on the sands as she curled into my chest. “You’re lucky to have survived, but that’s because you’re a muse and your heart is strong. I can help you regain what you’ve lost.” Her lips pressed a light kiss against my throat and made me shiver. “You’ll have to give me everything if you want your powers back.”
Everything.The word meant something incredible and horrible.
My lips parted with refreshed excitement as Vikki’s hand trailed over my breasts. I knew I was about to have the best sex of my life, and then I was going to die.
Depth of Sorrow and Sea
Sarah
This time we didn’t have an audience, nor did my father burst out into the open to save me. If he knew what was going on, he respected my choice enough not to interfere.
Vikki didn’t pick and choose what suffering to feed on this time. I would be her first kill and before she drowned me, she needed to take every bit of sorrow I had in my heart if this was going to work. I needed to be empty to replicate the process of a Making of a siren. Born of a muse, I wouldn’t turn, but there was magic in the process nonetheless, perhaps enough to win me back my powers, or perhaps it’d just kill me outright and I’d never come back to life.
It was hard to care about what was to come when Vikki’s song sprang to life and her lips found mine. I wore a button-up shirt and she slowly peeled away the fabric until my skin was exposed to the cool breeze. Miami had been unbearably hot in the day, but now I shivered under Vikki’s touch.
Taking her mouth with mine, I relished her taste, sea salt mixed with tears, and reached around the curve of her neck to tug at the string that held her bikini top intact. One slight pull and it unraveled, revealing her plump breasts that sparkled under the moonlight.
She rolled onto her back and let me lead. Her magic worked in me and made my sex swollen and dampness gather between my thighs, but it was more than that. I’d been celibate since my breakup with Sonya. To have someone again, someone lost like Vikki who needed my touch, filled me with desire. I gathered her breasts as I cupped my hands and licked over her nipples. She gasped as I did it again.
Her ice blue eyes fluttered closed as she moaned. I released one breast to run my thumb across her bottom lip. She lazily slit her eyes to watch me. “You’re not what I expected,” she breathed, the pounding melody of her magic a surging beat that matched my own heart.
She hooked her thumbs into the curve of my shorts and tugged. I undid the bottom and allowed her to pull the fabric over the curve of my ass. I stood and let the shorts fall, but my most private of areas were still covered by a thong. My shirt still wrapped tightly around my shoulders, but was open to expose my breasts. She smiled at the sight and eased onto her knees. She rubbed over the plump nub of my clit and rolled across the slick fabric. My knees wobbled when she ran her tongue over the same place she’d touched.
“No,” I breathed and eased to the sand. The grains dug into my skin as I ran my fingers over her breasts. “I must give and you must receive. You have to take everything from me.”
She pushed me onto my back and rolled my thong away until it strained against my thigh and exposed my flesh. “I can do both,” she teased as she pushed her own bikini bottom aside and descended on me.
When her clit touched mine, both of us gasped with the shock of pleasure. She rolled across me, our skin sliding on each other’s slickness.
She moved her hips to the melody of her song, going back and forth as she held my breasts tight. My own fingers followed her as she moved with the grace of a wave crashing into me.
That’s when she began to feed. Ice gripped around my heart as she took the freshest of my sorrows. She rolled pleasure through me, only to take some more. It was a cascade of ecstasy and agony as she built my need to feel her. Her skin sent tight friction across mine, nearly sending me over the edge, but I couldn’t orgasm, not yet. She eased away long enough for me to come down from the tall climb, only to slowly start again.
After my mind had gone numb and I was crazed with the need to have her, she took me to the sea. We eased into the crashing waters until they lapped about our waists. “I’ll breathe for you,” she promised.
This was how a siren was Made. She pressed her lips to mine and plunged me into the deep.
My lungs complained when I first refused her borrowed breath. I didn’t know how to breathe that which wasn’t of the air.
But as she wrapped herself around me and pressed her sex to mine, pleasure and pain mixed and I drew in a deep breath.
Dizziness swept over me as she exhaled her breath into my lungs. It wasn’t quite oxygen, but it was a magical composition of nourishment that would keep me alive long enough for the deed to be done.
