Chapter 4 #2
“What is it that you do that can pay for such a glamorous private room?” I asked, my eyes lingering on the dagger. “Are you a warrior of some kind?”
He crossed his arms and leaned against the table, smirking. “I don’t even know your name, and you’re asking about my work.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” I countered.
“I suppose we could skip the formalities,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Would you prefer we not use our real names?”
“Why would you ask that?”
“You seem like the secretive type.”
“You’re right. Real names and life details won’t be necessary.” I couldn’t stop looking at his speckled hair and intense green eyes. They seemed to change shade as he moved his head to study me. “I’ll call you … Malachite.”
“The gemstone.”
“Your eyes remind me of it.”
“Alright.” He took a few steps toward me and stopped, seeming to take me in slowly. His gaze lingered on my face and hair. “I’ll call you Pearl then. Since you seem to sparkle like one.”
My favorite gem. Heat spread through me—a dangerous sign this late in the cycle. My siren stirred restlessly, drawn to something about him that felt different. His scent was intoxicating, richer and more alluring than anything I’d ever encountered. It was as though he’d been made for me.
I tilted my head to the side and stepped closer to him.
He didn't pull away. Instead, his brilliant green eyes locked onto mine.
Staring into them, I gripped the bottom of his shirt, untucking it slowly from his pants.
He tugged his shirt from my grip and pulled it over his head, revealing a tattoo of a fox and wolf on his biceps.
The ink seemed to shimmer in the dim light, as though alive.
He dropped his shirt to the floor, then reached for me, backing me against the doorframe.
My breath hitched, pulse racing. I’d been with so many men that I assumed nothing would surprise me anymore, but the tattoos on his chest looked so realistic I found myself tracing them with my fingers without realizing it.
Malachite leaned down to my ear and whispered. “I promise not to hurt you, little Pearl. Pick a safe word, and if I become too much for you, say it and we’ll be finished.”
I turned my face to him and stared, still unable to figure out what it was about him that drew me in so fiercely. “I don’t need one. I’m more than capable of handling whatever you do to me.”
His smirk returned. “I knew you’d be different from the other women I’ve brought here.”
When I opened my mouth to reply, his lips slammed into mine.
I shifted and barely got my arms around his neck before he pressed his full weight against me, pinning me to the door.
His body was a wall of solid muscle, and his scent made my head spin.
His lips consumed mine, stealing all the breath from my lungs until they ached for relief.
A rough hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back as his teeth sank into my lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
I winced at the sharp sting, fighting to keep my siren in check. My hands moved on their own, tearing off my shirt so quickly he barely got his hand out of my hair in time.
He caged me between him and the door, and stared down at my heaving chest. “Need to catch your breath, little Pearl?”
I playfully batted my eyes at him as I dragged my nails down his chest hard enough to leave faint marks. “If that’s all it takes for you to need a break,” I purred, “then I’m going to be very disappointed tonight.”
A feral growl rumbled from him, and in one swift motion, he turned me around and pushed my chest against the wall.
My hands slammed into the wall beside my head, trying to keep my face from scraping the rough wood paneled wall as he reached around and feverishly cupped my breast. His fingers pinched my nipple with a hint of pain that made me gasp.
His lips found my shoulder, tracing a fiery path up to my neck. I arched my back and pressed my rear into his groin, and he responded by sinking his teeth into my skin.
The moan that escaped me was deep and needy. I tried to move, but he held me firm, his teeth digging deeper into my neck. A warm trickle ran down my chest, and I gasped when he kissed the wound; a jolt of pleasure shot straight to my core.
I sucked in a breath and waited. Siren blood had one of two effects on males of other species: either he’d become insatiably aroused, ensuring he gave me what I needed, or he’d die a quick and painful death.
The toxins in my blood were there to kill weaker males.
I could feel his body tense against mine as the blood took hold.
A sharp breath left him, and he squeezed my breast harder and ground himself against me.
I squeaked in surprise as his free hand loosened the drawstring on my pants.
His hand was blazing hot as he dipped his fingers into my pants.
He moved with agonizing slowness down my waist, as though savoring every inch.
He chuckled low in his throat when my legs instinctively parted to give him easier access, as if my body had betrayed me and now belonged to him. In a way, it had.
“I’m curious to see if you’re all talk or if you’re—” His words cut off and became a guttural moan when his fingers found me ready for him.
Sirens were naturally wet and slick most of the time, but his rough touches would have sent me into heat if I’d been another species.
His chest vibrated into my back from the sound of his moan as I pushed myself harder against him, desperate for him to continue.
Instead, he pulled his fingers back. A small whine escaped me.
“Don’t worry, little Pearl, we’re just getting started.”
He flipped me back to face him, and I grabbed his belt, unclasping it and ripping it from him in one motion.
His eyebrows raised, and he fisted my hair, pulling me into a rough, demanding kiss.
I struggled to match the intensity of the kiss while getting his pants undone, but I finally freed him.
I moaned when I felt how hard he already was, so different from other men I’d been with.
I gripped him tightly, still trying to feel out which part of me was in control.
He was thick enough that my fingers couldn’t reach around his girth, but not so much that the siren was needed to keep me from being injured.
I stroked him firmly, and he growled, releasing my hair.
I heard fabric rip as he tore my pants in half.
He grabbed my thighs, lifting me, and I let out a startled yelp as he slammed into me, pressing me against the wall again, this time with my legs spread wide.
It only took a few pumps for me to adjust to his thickness, and then I wrapped both arms around his neck and met his thrusts by slamming myself onto him.
He slapped his hand beside my head and grunted as he pounded into me.
Heat surged through me as every stroke of his cock sent a rush of tremors straight to my clit.
Gasping for breath, I felt the pressure climbing until it overwhelmed me.
I didn’t care who heard me, and I screamed when I fell over the edge with waves of pleasure crashing over me, so intense I thought I might black out.
But Malachite didn't stop. “Regretting your lack of safe word, Pearl?” he taunted, his hot breath brushing against my neck.
I moaned loudly, digging my nails into his back.
“Harder,” I pleaded, struggling to keep my siren at bay.
I had to make sure he finished so it would satisfy the monster for another cycle.