Chapter 11 – Clark
CLARK
I’m fucking hungry, hungry enough to eat Steven’s awful cooking.
I’d even eat it without complaining, if we weren’t trapped in a cage on Siren Island, or whatever the hell this place is.
I stare down at my bound wrists, straining against the metal.
I’ve seen our metal-working god’s work before, and the only way we’re getting out of these is if these sirens let us out.
The blonde siren emerges from the water not far from us. I watch her shift into a human-looking woman, even though the scales continue to cover her flesh and her teeth remain sharp.
She walks toward us, completely naked.
I would’ve thought after twenty years of celibacy, the view of a nice pussy and breasts would be enough to harden my cock in any situation, but I feel nothing looking at her.
Anger and repulsion moves through me. She smiles as she comes closer to our cage, flashing her sharpened teeth. “You men look… hungry.”
“Not a bit,” I say, smirking at her.
Anger flares in her eyes. “So, your plan is to starve?”
I shrug, trying to look casual. “If we have to.”
She snarls. “I’m giving you something that any man would want! Dozens of beautiful women for your pleasure and your pleasure alone! What could possibly make you refuse us?”
Steven clears his throat. “Perhaps if you let us out. Perhaps if it's our choice, we would be willing. We’re gargoyles, and gargoyles like to be the dominant ones in sexual situations.”
I almost shout that we wouldn’t fuck them under any circumstances, but he casts me a warning glance. Uh, okay, this is all part of some plan of his. I guess I can play along if it gets us free.
She studies us for a moment and then grins. “I don’t think so. The second we let you out, you’ll be gone.”
“No,” Steven argues, and I can tell he has a whole speech planned.
Her head suddenly jerks to the sky. “More of you?” Her smile widens. “The gods must be smiling down upon us today.”
She takes off toward the water, and I slam against the cage.
“Wait!”
She just ignores me, diving back into the water.
“You think it’s Max and Arthur?” Steven asks.
I scoff. “Do you know other gargoyles stupid enough to be flying around in the middle of nowhere?”
“So what do we do?”
I yank at the bars again, but they don’t budge. “I guess we scoot back. I have a feeling we’re all going to be crammed in here soon.”
All the sirens have taken to the oceans. There’s some kind of commotion in the water, but even when I squint, I can’t make out what’s going on.
A few tense minutes pass. I wonder if they were caught or escaped. My mind’s scrambling to come up with a plan.
“When they open the door, we get out of here,” I tell Steven, “and we do our best to plug our ears.”
As if on cue, the sirens' horrible song begins.
“Fuck,” I shout leaning down so that I can plug both my ears with my cuffed hands.
It helps a little but not enough. This time I don’t feel compelled to go toward the singing, but it hurts like hell.
When the singing cuts off and I don’t see my brothers, I’m even more confused. Removing my fingers from my ears, I stare off into the water. I can’t see any of the sirens now.
Maybe I shouldn’t worry, but I do.
And then she emerges from the water. The beautiful woman we rescued surfaces like every fantasy I’ve ever had.
She’s wearing one of our shirts, but it’s plastered to her frame, exposing every curve of her body.
My gaze roves over her hard nipples, visible through the fabric, and her long, sexy legs.
I want to give this beautiful woman a name, but I left before learning it. I guess I’ll just have to call her Red. And this Red is fucking hot.
What the hell? Despite myself, my cock hardens.
As long as I’ve lived, I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman than this one.
Behind her, the sirens emerge from the water, shifting into their human-like forms. The blonde scrambles after the human, and I swear the siren is cowering in her presence.
Red turns angry eyes onto the siren, and the blonde points in our direction.
I sit up higher. For some reason it angers me for Red to see us like this, naked and caged. We’re gargoyles, strong, powerful protectors, not weak-ass prisoners.
Red's dark eyes lock onto mine and immediately gentle. As she walks toward us, she holds her head high like a queen. When she stops before our cage, she looks from me to Steven.
“Are you both okay?” she asks like we’re old friends. Somehow I think it's important that we play along.
Steven answers. “Hungry and uncomfortable, but yes. We're okay.”
The blonde siren rings her hands next to Red. “I didn’t know they belonged to you. I would never—“
Red lifts a hand. “No matter, just open their cages and let them out.”
The blonde doesn’t move.
Red turns to the siren very slowly. “Didn’t you hear me?”
The siren bows her head slightly. “I would like nothing more than to follow your orders, but you know the rules.”
She looks back at us, and concern flashes in her eyes for a second before it’s gone. “It’ll be easy for me to prove that I own them, but you must open the doors to do so.”
A tense moment stretches out, and I see the sirens closing in around us from every direction.
“Of course, but you must understand it’s been a long time since my girls have lured males to them, and even longer since we found any as appetizing as these. By rights, we get to keep them. The only way they leave our lands is through their deaths."
Red levels her with a glare that makes even me tense. Power comes off the woman in waves. “They’re mine, and I can prove it.”
The siren bows her head in submission and touches the cage. Magic vibrates through it and the cage door opens. We climb out slowly, aware of the dozens of sharp-toothed sirens surrounding us, capable of screaming until our brains ooze out.
“On your knees,” Red commands, her tone that of a goddess.
Every instinct in me rebels against obeying her.
After all, she is a woman, and a human one at that.
I’m a strong male gargoyle. On the other hand, I'm no fool.
Even though I want nothing more than to try to fly the hell out of here before these sirens start singing, I collapse onto my knees. Steven does the same beside me.
The siren makes an angry sound. “Already they rise for you in a way they haven’t for us.”
I frown and look to Steven before I realize we’ve both got massive erections. I guess he does find Red attractive. For a second I feel like gloating, and then I remember that I’m kneeling beside him with an equally obvious boner.
Turning back to Red, I watch her, curious for her reaction. She takes a deep breath that shakes her whole chest, and I sense nerves beneath her calm exterior. I watch as she reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it off.
For a minute I just gape at her nudity. I was right. gods, the woman has delicious curves in all the right places, curves I long to touch.
You’re celibate, you idiot. Standing around with your cock in your hands, knowing you’ll never get chosen by the female gargoyles.
She moves closer to me, grasps me on both sides of my face, and tilts me up to look at her. She gives me a pleading look before her lips descend onto mine.
She caught me off-guard. Of all the things I thought might happen, I never imagined she might kiss me. When my shock wears off, I return the kiss for all I'm worth. My mouth slants over hers, taking control, even while she’s the one standing above me.
When she at last pulls back, we’re both panting.
She kneels before me and runs a finger possessively along the length of my cock.
I sit up straighter, my breathing ragged. What’s she going to do now? What does she want from me?
Holding my gaze, she leans down and suddenly her lips close around my cock.
I groan. “Oh fucking hell.”
Her movements are uncertain as she takes me deeper and deeper into her mouth. When she pulls back, my hips jerk, wanting more, wanting her hot lips around my cock once more.
Instead, she turns to Steven. I’m jealous as she moves closer to him and begins to stroke his hard cock. My brother throws back his head and groans, rocking into her hand. She leans down to suck on his shaft, and the movement sends her ass just inches from my cock.
Unable to help myself, I shift in the sand and use my cuffed hands to press my cock into her folds.
She moans around Steven’s shaft. I move against her harder, wanting more than anything to fuck this beautiful woman’s pussy like I own it.
I start to press my tip inside her, and she jerks free from Steven’s cock and looks back at me with some mix of fear and uncertainty.
Fucking. Fuck. Fuck. She doesn’t want me to do this. So I can’t. There’s a beautiful, naked woman bent down in front of me, and she doesn’t want me.
I think of her in that cage. Was she hurt by those dragons? Or someone else?
So, I can’t fuck her. What now?
I glance at the sirens. They’re watching us. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.
Red doesn’t strike me as someone who’d want an audience while she was touched. She doesn't seem like she’d want to take advantage of our position, so I have to believe she knows what she’s doing. If she is gaining our freedom with this show, who am I to question her?
But how can I keep this up and not fuck her?
The idea comes as I stare at her delicious ass and feel her wetness coating the tip of my cock. She liked it when I was just touching her. I can do more of that.
A lot more.
I wish I could say this was all about the show, but as I lie on the sand and scoot my head between her legs, staring at her wet pussy, I’m not thinking about the sirens or my freedom. I simply grab her ass and lower her down onto my mouth.