Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
BLAKE
Riley was way too quiet as we pulled her onto the boat and wrapped a blanket around her. She kept examining her legs, but they looked perfectly normal to me. Ivy was already asleep on a bench, curled up into a ball.
When we had pulled up near the buoy, we had thought we might have to force her to come with us with the glare she gave us. But once she was safely on the boat, she had told us everything and then passed out from exhaustion.
It was so obvious now that Coach Gale was part siren, we just hadn't seen it. It's funny how something can be right under your nose and not be detected.
We pulled into the cave, and as soon as we were docked, Riley hopped off the boat and went to the elevator. Jax and I gave each other a look before he scooped up Ivy.
If Riley's way of dealing with what had happened was to flee, we had to respect that. I badly wanted to chase after her, but now that she had scales appear on her leg, we needed to tread carefully. Especially since the knife was now gone.
Ivy stirred in Jax's arms as we got on the elevator. She glared at him and he put her down.
"Where's Riley?" She pulled the blanket tighter around herself.
"She's already here." Jax's lips twitched. "You look like shit."
"Fuck you." Ivy flipped him off and scowled at the elevator doors.
They slid open and she rushed out, looking both directions before going to the living room. Riley was nowhere to be seen, but I heard the shower running upstairs.
"I'll take you home." Jax grabbed his keys as Ivy looked around the house, her mouth slightly agape. "Your parents are probably worried sick."
Ivy opened her mouth to argue, but then nodded solemnly. She had said repeatedly before falling asleep that everything was all her fault. I tried to tell her she couldn't control her reaction to a siren, but she was convinced she should have been able to.
I had never heard of any male sirens being born, so Dylan Gale was uncharted territory. We needed to know more and hopefully get the knife back before he destroyed it or grew attached to it too.
Ivy and Jax left, and I trudged up the stairs. I was exhausted from school, spending time with Morgan, and worrying about Riley.
When we had access to our phones after visiting Morgan, we both lost our minds trying to figure out where Dylan was taking her. We had shifted and gone to the marina, but they were nowhere to be found. Luckily, the call from Bubba had come not long after our panicking had reached its peak.
I paused outside Riley's door and put my forehead against it. The shower was still running, and I groaned, pushing away from what awaited me on the other side and went to my room to change.
I'd been up for more than twenty-four hours, but still felt wide awake.
Visiting Morgan had been hard. He was in an oddly cheerful mood considering what his tail looked like.
I was concerned he was masking his true feelings behind his smile.
He was missing everything between the bottom edge of it to mid-shin.
I didn't know how it would affect his speed or his status as an alpha. Well, as soon as we earned alpha status again. But one thing was for sure, he wouldn't have the same capabilities as before.
I changed into some sweats and sat down at my desk, flipping open my laptop. I opened up a VPN and typed in Dylan Gale. The same stories came up as they had the last time I'd searched for him. The only thing to be found was about him becoming the interim swim coach.
I opened the private server for tritons and looked for anything about male sirens.
There was nothing. Was he half human too?
I still wasn't convinced that the water monster Riley had been attacked by was real.
I was sure Dylan had something to do with it, but had it been part of his abilities as a male siren, or something else?
I shut my laptop and pressed my palms against my eyes. Poseidon having a child with a siren would be an interesting combination, but Finn had said the son we thought he was, was dead.
I went to lay in bed but could still hear the shower running across the hall. I rubbed the back of my neck, wondering if I should check on her. She had been shot and thrown off a yacht. That had to be traumatic for her considering her issues with water.
I groaned and pulled myself from my bed. We all needed a getaway where we could relax and unwind from all the stress we had been under.
I knocked gently on her door and got no answer, so I opened it. The bathroom door was cracked, and the smell of her shampoo hit my nose. It smelled like a tropical blend of some sort.
"Riley?" I shut the door behind me and went to the bathroom door. "You all right in there?"
The sound of crying made my heart stop, and I pushed open the door, finding her on the shower floor with her knees brought to her chest and her face buried against them. She shivered as the water hit her and I reached in to turn it off but stopped with my hand on the knob.
"Jesus. Why are you sitting in the cold water?" Instead of turning it off, I turned the water to hot. "Riley?"
She peeked out from her arms, her face red with her tears. "I wanted to see if they were real."
I stepped inside the shower, the warm water soaking through my sweats. "Ivy saw them. They were as real as real gets." I squatted in front of her and put my hand under her chin, bringing her gaze up to mine. "It's going to be fine."
"No, it's not! I'm a freak!" She pushed up off the floor and nearly slipped, clinging to my biceps to regain her balance.
"You aren't a freak." I held her steady and stepped under the warm water. She shuddered violently as her body reacted to the change in temperature. "If a few purple scales make you feel that way, how do you feel about me?"
She kept one hand on my biceps and brushed her hair out of her eyes. "You aren't a freak. You can shift all the way."
I cupped her cheek. "You're jealous?" I couldn't keep the amusement out of my voice, and she swatted my chest, keeping her hand there.
Her thumb swiped across my nipple, and I shut my eyes, savoring the feeling of her touch. I was in deep with this girl and I didn't know how to stop from going under.
A sudden sob caused my eyes to snap open and I caught her as her knees gave out. She started to ramble about the knife, her skin, her mom and Finn, and her life being a mess.
"Riley... Riley!" I lifted her, her legs automatically wrapping around me. I ignored the heat from her against me. I pushed her against the wall so I could free up my hands and put them on her cheeks. "Calm down. It's going to be all right."
She hiccupped. "Kiss me."
"Riley, I don't think-"
Her hands wrapped around the back of my neck and pulled me closer, kissing me with everything she had. I groaned, and my hands dropped down to her ass to hold her better. I wanted to carry her to her bed and hold her until she fell asleep, but I was also on board with what she wanted.
Our tongues twisted together as she rotated her hips and rubbed against my quickly growing erection. I had left my sweats on for a reason; I hadn't intended for this to happen.
I pushed at the elastic of the sweatpants, getting them down past my ass, then stepped on the legs, freeing myself of the heavy fabric. I pressed against her, the heat between her legs making me groan as I kissed down her neck and took her nipple in my mouth.
"Blake," she breathed as I swirled my tongue around the rosy point that begged me to bite it. "Oh, fuck."
She liked the biting. I grinned against her skin and switched to her other one, giving it the same attention. I let one leg go so she was standing with one leg wrapped around me still and ran my hand over her pussy. She was wet, and not just from the water beating against the side of us.
I brought my fingers to my lips and then shook my head. Her face fell and I grinned. "I told you I wanted to taste you with my mouth between your legs."
I lowered to my knees and brought her leg over my shoulder, pressing a hand against her stomach to keep her against the wall. I had dreamed of devouring her just like this, and I reveled in seeing her tremble as I kissed her inner thighs.
My fingers spread her pink lips, and I licked her sweet pussy, groaning as I got to her clit, and it pulsated against my tongue. She grabbed at my head, trying to grab hair that was too short to fist, and thrust her hips forward.
I pressed a finger against her tight entrance, and she groaned as I circled it before pushing in. My mouth latched onto her clit, and she trembled as I brought her to her peak.
"Blake, I need you inside me." She was nearly bent over with her hands on my shoulders as she came down from her orgasm.
I stood and lifted her again. She kissed me, unbothered by her own taste, and my cock hardened even further as her tongue delved into my mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I reached down to line myself up with her entrance.
Her heat engulfed me as I slid in smoothly. She felt like a dream as her muscles clenched around me. I rolled my hips over and over as she put her head back against the shower wall, a look of bliss on her face.
All of our worries were forgotten in that moment. There were no scales appearing on her legs, Morgan wasn't recovering from a partial tail amputation, the knife that was meant to keep her sane wasn't with a psychopath.
"Touch yourself, baby." I kissed along her shoulder. "Let me feel you orgasm around me."
She reached between us, rubbing her clit and her eyes rolled back as her pussy squeezed me tight. My thrusts became more dire as I chased my orgasm.
She screamed my name as I thrust one last time, spilling inside her as I buried my face in her neck.
I was lost to this woman.