1. Siren Song #2
Oh gods. A shiver traced down my spine.
Of course I had kinks. Who didn’t? But it’d been a long time since I’d been asked about them.
I was used to leading this conversation on dates by default, but Marina wasn’t reserved by any means.
My eyes kept drifting down to her breasts and hard nipples.
I kept catching glimpses of them when her long hair moved out of the way.
“We’re just diving in, aren’t we?” I let out a nervous chuckle.
“And why not? The water is lovely.” Another sharp smile. “I can tell you what I like. Will that make you less shy?”
“I’m not shy,” I protested weakly.
Just not entirely sure what the hell I was doing. I was completely out of my element. Here goes nothing . . .
“I like a lot of things,” I said, my voice steadying.
“I like being a service top. I like serving whoever is with me and bringing them pleasure, sometimes at their command. I can be dominant if I’m asked to be, but ultimately, I just love giving pleasure.
Sometimes, I love submitting too. It just has to be with someone I completely trust.”
She let out a low, purring sound in her throat. “I love that dynamic. You’ll trust me soon, I’m sure. And I can be a little . . . bossy at times.”
I smiled. “I think I can handle that.”
“We’ll see. What else do you like?”
“Forced orgasms. Face riding. Worshipping my partner. Anal sex, sex toys, bondage. I’m very practiced with shibari, so I can tie you up, if that’s something you enjoy.
” I cleared my throat, ignoring the way my blood rushed.
I was turned on just from looking into her sparkly abalone shell-like eyes while saying these things. “What about you?”
“All of that and more,” she sighed. “I love aphrodisiacs. I love using vibrating pearls and pushing them inside someone until they’re completely full and on the edge, desperate to come.”
Once again, my mind went blank. I’d never done anything like that, but I sure as hell would be up for trying.
Marina smirked at me. “You should take off your wet clothes before you catch a cold, Demi.”
“But we’re in a cooler,” I said, rubbing my arms. “At a cafe full of creatures. We’ve just met . . .”
“And?” Her hand slid over my knee, her scales glinting beneath the flickering lights. I was completely enchanted by her. “The door is closed. They won’t interrupt us. I’m clearly a mermaid. A princess. And a princess gets whatever she wants, right? I want you.”
I hesitated. She was maybe, very possibly, evil. There was this gleam in her eyes that made me nervous, but I’d be damned if it didn’t also turn me on. Her energy was sexy and chaotic and malicious, and unfortunately that was my type. Exactly my type.
My date was beautiful enough to haunt sailors. She was the kind of mermaid who inspired songs that’d lasted for centuries. What the hell was she going to want with me?
This was a terrible idea. I didn’t know her. This was supposed to be a date, not a hook-up.
And yet . . .
I untied my laces and kicked off my boots.
I peeled my socks off and stuffed them inside, pushing them out of the way.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I popped open the buttons on my overalls, letting the straps free and pushing the denim down my body, over my narrow hips, and kicking them free.
A chill traced over my skin, goosebumps popping up as I tugged my wet shirt overhead, now down to my underwear.
Marina sank back in the water, her eyes almost completely black as she watched me. Heat curled in my lower belly, my heart hammering in my chest.
Thunder shook the entire cafe, the flickering cooler lights suddenly snuffed out. We were plunged into complete darkness. I gasped, my mouth dropping as I realized I could still see her.
Her skin glowed the prettiest shade of blue. She was luminescent in the dark, neon greens and pinks and dark purples speckling her skin like freckles.
And when she smiled at me, I could see every sharp tooth—brighter and more dangerous than ever.
A muffled shout echoed from outside.
“Should I go help them?” I asked.
“No,” she said. “If they’re in danger, it’s not a danger you can help with.”
“But—”
“Demi. They will be fine. And I want a taste,” she whispered.
“A taste?”
“Of you. I want your cunt on my mouth. I want my tongue inside you.”
“He—here?”
I could hear voices out in the cafe as thunder rumbled the whole building again. Whatever storm had descended on us, it was unnatural. It had to be. I’d never heard thunder like this. There was tension in the air, as if a shadow was consuming the entire cafe, but I couldn’t care.
All I cared about what the way Marina was eye-fucking me right now.
Fuck it. This was wild behavior and a terrible idea and possibly the most ridiculous thing I’d ever done on a first date, but I wanted her siren’s tongue inside me as badly as she did.
I looped a thumb in the band of my briefs and tugged them down over my muscled thighs.
“I love how strong you are,” she purred in appreciation. “Show me your biceps.”
Gods, no one had ever said that to me, and her demand immediately made me wet.
I was proud of my muscles and my body, but it’d taken me a long time to feel that way.
I’d never had an hourglass figure or fit into any of the standards the world tried to put on me.
I was built to play rugby and worship women.
Narrow hips, long legs with tree-trunk thighs, broad shoulders.
Over the years, I’d dealt with countless unwanted comments from strangers, but here Marina was—already appreciating me in ways I’d always craved.
And she wanted me to show her my biceps.
I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, unclasped my bra and let it join the pile of wet clothes on the checkered floor, and lifted my arms. I flexed my muscles, my nipples hardening as she let out the softest, breathy moan.
Suddenly, her hands were on my calves, and she dragged me to the edge of the portal. I gasped as my legs were pulled into the water, but it was at least warmer than I expected. I swallowed hard as I looked down at her, sitting on the edge between worlds, her chin propping on my knee.
“I hope you know what you’re getting into,” she whispered. “I may be pretty, but I’m a monster.”
“I know,” I murmured. “I’m going to kiss you now, Marina. Then you can do whatever you want to me.”
She gave me a sharp smirk. “Are you so certain I can do whatever I want to you?”
“Yes.” It was a bad idea, right?
“Is that a promise?”
“Yes.”
Slowly, I reached up, pushing my fingers through her long hair at the back of her head. I tangled them, gripping gently as I stooped down, bringing our mouths together.
Her lips were soft and cool against mine. I moaned as our tongues met and our kiss deepened. Her arm wound around my neck, tugging me closer. Every sane thought flew out the window.
I sucked in a breath, dazed as her hand slid between my thighs, cupping my pussy. My eyes widened as she held me captive, her fingertips brushing against my clit.
Oh gods.
She held me in place, on the edge between the ocean and this small cafe. Between a storm and a current, her mouth devouring mine, her fingers working my cunt in a way that had me crying out.
Suddenly, she broke the kiss. My head tipped back, her breaths warm against the base of my throat.
“Oh, human,” she sighed softly. “I hope you know what you’re getting into. Did anyone warn you about how possessive sirens are?”
“What?” I gasped, my head spinning.
I felt her teeth suddenly against the curve of my neck. My eyes flew open as they struck, sinking in like a snake devouring their prey. I screamed, but not from pain. The pain was only brief.
It was the complete rush of pleasure crashing into my body that made me cry out.
And then knowing that this mermaid had just given me a mating bite.
“Marina!” I yelled, clasping my hand over my neck.
Blood wet my palm as she smiled in the darkness.
Then, she pulled me into the sea.