Page 8 of Rotanev
Until she lay on her back and did exactly as I’d told her to.
Thiswas why I’d selected her all those years ago to be my queen.
She played me at every turn, always doing what I least expected.
Such as spreading her legs to give me a glorious view of her inviting center.
I loosened my tie as I stepped forward, her seductive heat beckoning me forward. Tossing my jacket to the side chair, I removed my cuff links and rolled the suffocating fabric of my dress shirt to my elbows. Then knelt on the mattress between her splayed thighs.
Fuck…
She wasn’t just wet; she was drenched.
How is this possible?
Sirens were alluring by nature, but they couldn’t force mutual attraction.
Which could only mean one thing—Kailiani wanted this. Was it our old bond she sensed? The power rippling through my veins? The idea of hurting me again?
I didn’t know.
But I had to taste her.
Her gaze flickered down to mine as I bent my head between her shapely legs to lick her slick folds. She clutched the comforter on either side of her hips, a luscious moan sliding from her lips.
“Siren,” I accused, sliding my tongue along her wet seam again. “You all make the sweetest little noises when you come. Shall I make you sing for me, Kailiani? Tantalize me with your screams?”
Her hips bucked in response, her rosy nipples turning rock hard above. It was a clear invitation to take this further, one I happily accepted with my mouth against her clit. She practically vibrated beneath my lips, her needy little bud pulsing and begging for the release only I could give her.
Oh, it was tempting to bring her to the precipice and engage in a game of denial. But I wanted to see what she would do, how she looked, how shesoundedwhen she gave in to oblivion.
I slid a finger inside her, growling when I found her tight and soaked. Fuck, my dick would barely fit, but it would feel so damn good.
Where I belong…
No, I needed to see her climax first. Then she could orgasm again around my shaft, while I made her regret ever turning her back on me.
Her thighs quivered around me, her inner walls clamping down around my finger. I’d barely begun my assault and already she was falling apart.
“Nero,” she whispered, her back bowing off the bed on a wave of pleasure that had my balls throbbing. Her moans were soft, sweet, and far too quiet for my liking.
How strange. That wasn’t very siren-like at all.
If I couldn’t sense the water spirit residing within her, I’d almost call her human. Alas, I knew better. This was all part of her ploy.
I just needed to up my game.
“Next time, you don’t come until I give you permission.” I nipped her clit in reprimand, earning me a beautiful shriek in response.
There.Thatwas more accurate.
She shuddered as I went to my knees, her luscious body shimmering with sweat. The droplets called to my powers, urging me to indulge my darker side, to truly make her pay. Sirens required water to thrive. If I removed the majority from her system, she’d wither and suffocate, but not necessarily die.
Oh, I could kill her. Immortality only meant she lived forever if a stronger being didn’t destroy her. And I was by far her superior.
“I want you on your hands and knees,” I told her, my voice a low growl. Part of me wanted to rip her apart, but the more sensual side desired to take what she offered, to finally claim my bride.
There were no vows here.
