14. SIREN
14
SIREN
S leep doesn’t come easy after the night I just had with Eagle, Reaper, and then Shadow. It was more than just eventful, and now my brain is struggling to turn off. I’m exhausted. All I want is to drown in my sorrows and fall into a deep sleep, perhaps even ignore my alarm and stay in bed until someone drags me out of it.
It’s after two in the morning, and at this point, I think my eyeballs are literally falling out of my head, but for whatever reason, the sweet peace of sleep just won’t come. Maybe it’s because I foolishly gave Shadow the code to get into my home, though I don’t anticipate her actually using it. She could easily break in if she wanted to. Same goes for Reaper actually, and judging from tonight’s conversation, I wouldn’t be surprised if he were hiding out somewhere in the bushes outside. Yet the thought of him being close by no longer terrifies me.
I think I like it. The idea of Reaper stalking me is kind of a turn-on. He’s incredible, the absolute best in the business. He spent years perfecting his skills, and for whatever reason, I’m the person who intrigues him. If he just wanted to get his dick wet, he could walk into any bar and take his pick, but he likes me.
Okay, maybe like is a strong word for it, but he’s certainly intrigued, and that excites me in a way I could have never imagined. I like his eyes on me, like the way his knee brushed mine under the table, but when we stood outside that restaurant before seeing Shadow and he slid his hand down my body and cupped my pussy . . . fuck! I was ruined.
The thought of it has me squirming beneath the blankets, and the next thing I know, my eyes are closed as my hand skims under the sheets and down between my thighs. I push my fingers inside the waistband of my sleep shorts, diving down to the apex of my thighs as my back arches off the mattress.
Fuck. Reaper has ruined me.
My fingers brush over my needy clit, and just as I begin to visualize the way that Reaper would so easily destroy me between the sheets, a subtle creak sounds deeper within my villa.
My hand rips out of my pajama shorts and within the blink of an eye, I’m on my feet, a blade in one hand and my phone in the other, bringing up my surveillance feed. A quick check of the outdoor area comes up empty but as I check the inside feed, my heart starts to race for a whole new reason.
Reaper stands right in the center of my kitchen, leaning against the counter as though he hasn’t got a care in the world. One foot is kicked over the other, his arms crossed over his wide chest as he stares directly into the camera.
Shit.
I don’t bother dressing, but I don’t release my hold on the blade either before trudging out into the hallway in nothing but my sleep shorts, a black cami, and a deep unfulfilled need throbbing in my core.
Making my way out to the kitchen and living area, I prop my shoulder against the wall and glare at Reaper, seeing him perfectly despite the darkness, and I can’t help but be grateful for the fact he’s chosen the brightest area in the villa to stand. He wasn’t trying to scare me, hence why he took up space right in front of my kitchen camera. He simply wanted to draw me out.
He’s just as huge and imposing as he’s always been, but now when I look at him, I don’t feel that same fear I got that very first time. He doesn’t scare me anymore, and that’s on me. I should fear him. I should be running in the opposite direction. Instead, all I want is to tear every article of clothing off him and have my wicked way with him.
God, what I wouldn’t give to strip him bare and lick him from head to toe, to taste every inch of him, to please and satisfy him.
Instead of attacking him with my tongue, I lift a brow and feign indifference. “Is there a reason your big ass body is currently invading my kitchen?”
Reaper stares at me, and those usually lethal eyes somehow seem a little . . . softer now. Goosebumps spread across my body, and when he pushes off the edge of the counter and moves toward me, my heart races in a way I’ve never experienced before. “We never finished our conversation,” he rumbles in that deep tone, sending my world into a complete tailspin.
A stupid smirk rests on my lips, and with every slow step he takes toward me, the excitement grows. “And what conversation would that be?”
There’s a teasing hint in my tone, and judging by the way his dark eyes flash with hunger, he knows that I’m fully aware of what he’s talking about. He needs his chance to prove that he’s man enough to make me beg, but I’m not just going to hand it to him; I’m going to make him work for it.
Reaper steps right in front of me, his dark eyes capturing me and locking me into his vortex. He lifts his hand, and for just a moment, my heart stops racing, maybe stops beating altogether, as I wait to see what he’s going to do. Then, when those very fingers find my collar and begin trailing down past the curve of my breast and skimming down to my waist, my heart lurches back into action.
His hands leave a pebbled trail across my skin, and electricity pulses through my veins. This is what I’ve been desperate for, what I’ve been craving since that very first encounter with him.
I don’t take my eyes off him, watching his every movement, more than aware of just how quickly he could end my life. Mila would be so angry with me. I can just imagine what she’d have to say about this, but if I’m going to go out, then I might as well go out screaming in pleasure.
Reaper dips his head, his lips barely a breath away from my ear. “You know exactly what conversation I’m talking about,” he rumbles, then in a flash, his strong hands are at my waist, lifting me off the ground. He whips us around, and in a flash, my ass hits the edge of the kitchen counter and my knees spread on either side of his hips.
He presses into me, his rock-hard cock firm against my throbbing core, and when he rocks his hips, it’s just about all I can handle before I melt right off the damn counter. I can feel the full outline of his cock and there’s no denying just how big he is.
He’s not just ready for me, he’s starved.
“Tell me this isn’t what you want,” Reaper murmurs, rocking his hips again and grinding that thick cock against my aching clit, making me desperately wish my sleep shorts would disintegrate into a million pieces and let me have him. “Tell me you haven’t been riding your fingers all fucking night, wishing it was me inside you. Tell me you haven’t been wet every second of the day, thinking about the way I’d spread these pretty thighs and fuck you bare, taking you inch by inch.”
I swallow hard, the desperation eating me alive. “I’m not going to deny it,” I murmur, lifting my chin so that my lips brush straight past his, teasing him with the promise of everything they can do. “The thought of what you could do to me has kept me up for nights on end, knowing just how deep you’d take me, how you’d slam into me with powerful thrusts and make my pussy shatter around you. But do you really think I’m going to let you walk in here and just take whatever you want? That I’m going to sit here and beg you to take me? Beg you to drop to your knees and fuck me with your tongue?”
Reaper pulls back just an inch, meeting my stare, and the challenge he finds there has his dark gaze narrowing. He doesn’t respond, clearly aware that I have a plan of my own, and as his interest grows, he waits to see what I have in store for him.
All I can do is smile as I reach back for the bag behind me on the counter, my fingers curling around the cool metal before shoving him back. Reaper inches away, allowing me space, and after sliding off the edge of the counter, I step back into him, forcing him further back.
Placing my hand against his chest, I take another step until his big body has eaten up all the available space in the kitchen and his back is forced up against my refrigerator. “Here’s the thing,” I murmur as my hand lowers on his body, skimming down past his waist to the massive bulge in his pants. I palm him through his pants, watching as his eyes flutter with satisfaction, and as I press up to my tippy toes, I lean closer to whisper in his ear. “I don’t play fair, Reaper. I play to win, and only one of us is going to win tonight.”
Reaper groans, and the sound rips through me like liquid ecstasy.
“You like that?” I question, continuing to palm his impressive cock.
He clenches his jaw, refusing to answer because both of us know that I have him right where I want him. I’m the one in control, and the only way he gets what he wants right now is if I decide to give it to him. But like I said, it’s never that easy.
I offer him a sugary sweet smile, batting my lashes as though I’m the innocent one here. “Here’s the deal,” I whisper, my body pressing against his big one just as I reach around him, slip the metal handcuff over his wrist, and lock him to my refrigerator. “I’m yours to have any way you want, but there’s just one caveat.”
His eyes darken with excitement and I don’t pretend that he isn’t fully aware of the cuff around his wrist despite not having reacted to it. “And what’s that?”
“You’ve gotta catch me first.”
His eyes blaze with the challenge, and as my heart bursts with a strange mix of fear and excitement, I take off like lightning, knowing those handcuffs won’t keep him down for long.
I bolt through the front door, sprinting faster than I have in my life, swallowing the laughter that threatens to burst out of me. I’ve never been so desperate and hungry for someone, only to run at the very last second. I could play this game a million times in my life, but there’s only one man on this planet capable of actually catching me, and that man is Reaper.
He’s the hunter, and I’m the prey. And this just became the most exciting game I’ve ever played.
My feet are silent against the ground despite my frantic sprint through the holiday resort. I bypass the pool and the tennis courts while keeping off the main roads, knowing that my hunter would already be out on the streets, tracking my every step.
My heart races as the adrenaline pulses heavily through my veins, and despite knowing that the world’s deadliest man is hot on my heels, I can’t seem to wipe the grin off my face.
The way this man is going to fuck me tonight . . . shit.
I need to focus on trying to evade him first, though, if I were a smart woman, I wouldn’t put too much effort into it. After all, my ultimate goal is to get caught and punished for being such a brat, but I can’t hand him the win. That’s too easy. He’s already told me once that he likes to work for his kills, and I don’t suppose that this would be any different. He likes the challenge, and that’s exactly what I plan to give him.
Reaching the boundary line of the holiday resort I make quick work of the fence, launching myself right over it before landing in a ridiculous crouched pose to gain my balance. Then, without a moment to waste, I sprint back into action.
I dart through the streets, not daring to look back. I don’t doubt he’s already close, but for now, my only focus is to put distance between us. I stick to the shadows, the darkness my only ally tonight. The streets are deserted, and despite how desperately I need him to catch me and have his wicked way with me, I’m not about to have him fuck me in a dirty alley behind a grocery store. I want this to be perfect, and with that in mind, I take a sharp right, heading toward the biggest tourist location Blue Springs offers—the lake.
Moving closer toward the lake, my heart races for a million different reasons, but the way chills begin creeping over my skin, I realize he’s closing in on me. The hunter has found his prey, but is he fast enough to capture her, or will she evade him?
“You can’t run from me, Little Siren,” that deep, alluring voice calls from behind me, sending shivers shooting down my spine and making me realize he’s a lot closer than I realized.
Unable to help myself, I glance back over my shoulder and see Reaper casually strolling behind me as though he hasn’t even broken a sweat, but that’s not possible. I feel as though I’ve run a marathon, and I realize that I didn’t even stand a chance, but the smirk on his lips suggests he enjoyed it all the same.
I turn around and start walking backward with a shit-eating grin across my face, noticing the handcuff still dangling from his wrist. “From where I’m standing,” I call back. “It looks like I can.”
Reaper’s gaze narrows, and when he breaks into a run, a squeal tears from deep in my chest. I stumble over my feet as I frantically turn my ass around and bolt toward the lake. A laugh bubbles from my throat, and I do what I can to keep pushing myself faster, but let’s be honest, I’m more than ready for this man to catch me.
I’ve never been more excited in my life and just as my feet finally reach the water, a strong arm locks around my waist, lifting me off my feet. “You really think you could evade me, Little Siren?”
A stupid laugh tears out of me, and before I know it, I’m flipped around, my chest pressed against his and my legs wrapped securely around his waist, more than capable of feeling the whole outline of his cock pressed firmly against my core. “No,” I admit, slowly reaching for my black cami and pulling it over my head. “But it proved just how far you’re willing to go to have me.”
Reaper growls, his gaze roaming over my bare tits. “You’ve got no fucking idea.” And not a second later, we crash down into the water.
My knees hit the damp shore as Reaper settles himself behind me. “I hope you’re fucking ready for me, Siren,” he says, one hand scooping around my body and cupping my tits as his other hand drops down between my thighs, feeling just how wet I am through my sleep shorts.
“I’ve been ready since the second you touched me in that goddamn alley.”
“Good.”
His thumb and forefinger roll over my pebbled nipple, pinching, and the pleasure rocks right through me, sending an electrical current shooting right to my core, and as I press back against him, desperate for relief, Reaper slips his hand inside my shorts, instantly finding my entrance.
He slides two thick fingers inside me, and I don’t hesitate to ride them. “Is this what you’ve been needing, Little Siren? You need me to fuck you with my fingers?”
I shake my head, my hips jolting when he stretches his thumb to my clit and begins rolling tight circles. “I want you to fuck me with your mouth, and only after I’ve come on your tongue can you fuck me with that thick cock of yours.”
“Is that so?”
“Mmmmm,” is all I can manage to say.
Then in a flash, his fingers tighten on my nipple, pinching hard before he shoves me forward, bending me over until my face is against the damp sand of the shore, my ass high in the air. His fingers are free of my cunt, and I cry out in frustration, but then his thumbs dig into the waistband of my sleep shorts.
He drags them over my ass, exposing every vulnerable piece of me, and I’ve never felt sexier. “You’ll get my mouth, Little Siren, but you’ll be patient,” he rumbles just as I feel his fingers back at my cunt, pushing deep into me from behind.
His fingers circle within me, massaging my walls, and as my eyes roll, all I can do is scream out in pure ecstasy. “Yes,” I pant. “Just like that.”
Reaper fucks me with his fingers, and I can’t help but slip my hand between my thighs and roll my fingers over my needy clit, showing him just how much I like it. “Let me be clear,” he rumbles, his voice thick with desire as he pushes his fingers deeper. “This is mine. Your pleasure is mine. You are mine.”
Well, shit.
“Yours,” I groan as those fingers work their magic.
I feel myself right on the edge when he slowly releases his fingers from my cunt, and just when I go to cry out in devastation, his warm tongue dances through my center. “Oh fuck,” I groan, pressing back against his face and lowering my fingers from my clit as he takes over.
His tongue is like liquid ecstasy as it works over my needy clit. He sucks and nips, and when his fingers return to my cunt, pushing deep inside of me and massaging my walls, I know I’ll never feel anything as good as this again.
I push my knees wider, arching my back to offer him as much of myself as I possibly can as the cool water of the lake dances over my skin. “More,” I groan, and without hesitation, he gives me exactly what I’m asking for. “Holy fucking shit.”
He works me in a way the battery-operated boyfriends in my bedside drawer could only dream about, and when I feel that familiar sensation building deep inside me, I know it won’t be long until I see stars.
Reaper’s tongue is perfect, but his fingers are the star of this show, and as they curl inside me and find my G-spot, my world detonates. “Oh, GOD!” I cry out as I come hard, deep pleasure rocking through me as my orgasm claims every single inch of my body.
My walls spasm around Reaper’s fingers, wildly convulsing, and as he continues working me, massaging his fingers over my G-spot again and again, the intensity only increases. My whole body shakes as my fingers curl into my palms, creating tight fists, but he doesn’t relent. He’s intent to not only meet my expectations but to blow them right out of the water.
I cry out, the intensity becoming too much, and as if already knowing where my limits are, he finally begins to ease up on my body. I reach my peak, and the moment I start to come down, I gasp for air, my whole body violently shaking.
The pleasure is too much, too good, and my whole world is completely knocked on its ass. I didn’t even know I could come like that. I didn’t know anything could be that intense or good.
When I finally come down, struggling to catch a full breath, Reaper finally pulls back, freeing his fingers from my trembling cunt. “Fuck, Little Siren. Do you have any idea how sweet you taste?”
A shiver sails down my spine, and I can’t help but grin, but when I hear the familiar sound of a zipper, I realize I have all but three seconds to recover before he takes me again, only this time, it’s going to be the sweetest kind of brutal.
“I’m going to fuck this sweet little cunt, Siren,” Reaper growls, freeing that thick cock. “And I don’t plan on being gentle. You have no idea how just the thought of slamming inside of you has tormented me.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I whisper. “Take me, Reaper. Fuck me.”
I feel the heavy tip of his cock against my entrance, mixing with my wetness and as the anticipation builds and the thought of how he will stretch me begins to plague my mind, I push back against him, fucking drenched for him.
“Reaper,” I groan, needing him to take me now.
His tip dances through my wetness, teasing me with everything he’s about to do, and as his strong hand grips my hip to hold me still, I almost come apart before he’s truly had me. Then as I push back against him again, he finally inches into me.
He gives me just the tip, and I already feel my walls needing to stretch. His fingers tighten on my hip, and I have no doubt that come morning I’ll have the perfect imprint of his fingers left on my body. He gives me another inch and my eyelids flutter, but it has nothing on the soft grunt that sounds behind me.
“Fuck, Siren.”
“Take me deeper,” I beg.
He pushes further, and my walls keep stretching to accommodate his sheer size. He’s only got to be halfway, but it’s already driving me wild. I don’t know how I’m going to take all of him, but I’m no quitter. My walls quake as my hips jolt, the undeniable pleasure already too much, but he doesn’t dare stop, taking me until he’s fully seated inside.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, my pussy never having felt so full.
Reaper doesn’t move, both of us needing a minute, but when my walls clench around him and his fingers tighten, I realize that despite talking a big game, I’m still the one in control. I have the power to bring him to his knees and I’ve never felt so alive.
“Fuck me, Reaper,” I demand. “Give me what I need. Otherwise, I’m taking this into my own hands, and we both know you’ll crumble like a little bitch.”
His hand comes down over my ass with a sharp smack as a deep growl rumbles through his chest. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re asking for.” And with that, Reaper draws back and finally starts to fuck me.
He sends fast, powerful thrusts my way, rocking that thick cock in and out as my walls clench around him. He holds me still, and my body immediately folds to his every will, undeniably becoming his.
Reaper’s hips roll as he draws back, and with every new thrust, he sends me further into oblivion, taking me at every possible angle. The water splashes around us as the moonlight dances across the massive lake, but all that matters is the way he fucks me, the way he brings me back to life.
My walls tremble around his primal thrusts as my body quickly grows weak, his pure animalistic desperation feeding the intense need within me. It’s everything I thought it was going to be and so much more.
“Touch yourself,” he demands through a clenched jaw. “Show me how you like it.”
I groan as my hand slips between my thighs, my fingers brushing over my needy clit, and as I roll tight little circles, matching the rhythm of his powerful thrusts, my whole world becomes his.
“Fuck, Reaper,” I pant, feeling that familiar build inside of me and knowing it won’t be long until he throws me right over the edge.
“Just like that, Little Siren. Take it for me.”
I clench my eyes, trying to hold on to it as that deep voice does something wicked to me. I’ve never felt so alive, so powerful, and beautiful. I need to bring him to his knees and feel the way he comes undone.
I push back against him, taking him impossibly deeper as my fingers frantically roll over my clit. “Oh, God,” I groan, my pussy clenching tighter around his thick, veiny cock. “I can’t . . . I—”
“Shit, Siren,” he grunts, his fingers digging into my skin, the desperation in his tone sending me spiraling. “Come for me, baby. Show me how fucking tight you can squeeze me.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and not a second later, I let go, my body crumbling to his will as I shatter like glass, my orgasm exploding from within as stars dance in my vision. My walls wildly spasm as hot bursts of pure electricity pulse through my veins.
“Fuck, Reaper!”
He thrusts into me again and again, and as I completely come apart, Reaper struggles to hold back. The intensity shooting through me is too much, and I can hardly catch my breath as my hands ball into tight fists.
Then just as I reach the highest peak of my orgasm, Reaper succumbs to the intense pleasure, joining me as he finally unravels, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside my cunt with a loud, desperate roar.