Chapter 11 – Clark #2
She gasps as my mouth presses into her lower lips. I flick my tongue, and she cries out. Oh yes, she likes this, and she tastes like heaven. Greedily I lick her, suck her clit, and press myself against her. I’m rewarded when she begins to grind against my lips. Her movements become more frantic.
I open my eyes to glance up and see how hard she’s sucking Steven’s cock. He’s on his knees rocking, his hands digging into the back of her hair. She’s wild between us, thrashing like she doesn’t know quite what to do.
Unable to help myself, I gently press a finger inside her.
She freezes for half a second, and then begins to grind against my mouth once more.
Like the greedy son-of-a-bitch I am, I fuck her with my finger, and even add a second one, imagining all along that my throbbing cock is the thing sliding in and out of her.
When she orgasms above me, the sounds of her pleasure choked by the shaft buried deeply inside her mouth, I lose my fucking mind. I feel myself spew, like a rubber-band that’s snapped, and my hot cum oozes down my naked cock.
Steven groans above me, and I know he’s spilling his seed in her sweet lips even as she continues to ride my mouth.
When she finally stills above me, I start to lick her some more.
The idea that soon she’ll be moving away from me, taking her tasty pussy away, makes me want to scream in rage.
I could lick this woman every second of my day.
I could have her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I could start every morning by parting her thighs and watching her turn wet under my gentle touch.
She starts to pull away from me, and a growl slips from my lips. I bring her back down, and suck that sensitive clit of hers.
“Oh, God,” she gasps, and I realize she’s no longer sucking Steven.
She reaches down and grasps my hair.
I look up at her and suck harder.
She thrashes, rubbing herself against me harder. “You… have to… stop.”
Again, she tries to pull away from me.
I growl. “You’re not taking your sweet pussy from me now.”
Her eyes go wide.
Deliberately, I lick her over and over again, holding her gaze with each lick.
“The sirens,” she pants.
Her words are like a crack of a whip. I forgot about the fucking sirens. I forgot about the cage and my cuffs.
I release her, and she scrambles off of me. Turning, I stare at the blonde and the dozens of sirens who surround us. Half of them are stroking themselves, and all of them look aroused.
The blonde glares, but attempts to hide her anger. “It seems you’ve made both males spill their seed. I would not have wasted their seed anywhere but my womb, but they belong to you.”
She moves closer, touches my cuffs, and they fall away. Her gaze moves to my cock, covered in my cum. Her desire makes me uneasy. I rise and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. A thousand angry retorts come to my mind, but I clench my teeth.
I just want to get off this fucking island.
Next, the siren removes Steven’s cuffs and my brother stands.
Red moves between us looking uncertain. “Both of you go to the edge of the water and wait for me there.”
I hesitate. There’s no way I want to leave her with these blood-thirsty sirens, but Steven immediately moves to follow her orders. I have to fight every instinct to follow him, but I keep looking back.
Red moves closer to the blonde, her voice lowering. What is it that they’re talking about?
My suspicions grow. Women are never to be trusted, especially the beautiful ones. Perhaps she had everything all planned out from the beginning. How else did she find us after our kidnapping?
When we reach the water’s edge, I turn to Steven. “We should shift and get out of here.”
He frowns, looking nervously at the sirens not far from us. “She got us out of our cage and out of our cuffs. I say we stay and listen to her.”
Since when does Steven question what I say? Since fucking Max became the leader?
“Follow me or don’t, but I’m not waiting around to see what they have planned for me next.”
Within seconds, I shift and shoot into the air.
I’m satisfied when Steven does the same.
We’re both hovering just above the water when the singing begins.
This time it’s angry, almost violent. My ears scream in pain, and suddenly I’m falling.
I hit the ocean like a brick wall, and for a minute, I’m choking on water, drowning and unable to see the surface.
All I want is to live, to breathe.
A strange feeling overwhelms me like nothing I’ve felt before. The swirling water around me glows, and I feel myself changing, stretching, growing. My chest clenches until I realize that I can breathe underwater. Then it hits me. I’m no longer myself.
I’ve shifted… but into what? My senses tingle. There’s something delicious and alluring in the water. I shoot through the water and squint at what I’m smelling, what I’m tasting.
My heart stops when I realize it’s Steven. A delicious trail of red oozes into the water from his head.
I feel uneasy but swim toward him. I don’t have hands, and I’m massive, dwarfing him. Using my nose, I prod him up until he explodes from the surface of the water.
Red is swimming in front of me, her gaze murderous. “Leave him be, beast! He’s mine!”
I stare at her in confusion. She points her hands out in front of her, and a wave crashes into me. Steven goes spinning from my grasp. I feel frantic until I see him in her arms.
Yet, she still glares at me. What the hell am I?
“Obey me or die!” she growls.
Oh fuck, I can feel her power in the water, and suddenly, it’s overwhelming. It's like what I felt when I shifted times a thousand. It's as if the brightest light tugs at my very soul.
How is she this powerful?
My heart thuds wildly. If I can’t change back, she’s going to kill me. I need my human-form, my gargoyle-form.
I feel the tingling again, spreading over me like a warm blanket, and then I’m back to struggling in the water. I see my hands splashing out before me. I feel my body, mine, not whatever the hell I was.
“It's you!” she says, but there’s panic in her gaze.
I swim closer to her, torn in every way. “What the hell was that? What the hell am I? And is he okay?”
She looks down at Steven, then back at me. “You were a shark. I think he’ll be okay… and I have no idea what that was.”
A look comes over her face, but quickly vanishes.
Rage bubbles up inside me. Without thinking, my hand shoots out and grasps her by the throat. “You know. Tell me,” I growl.
Her eyes widen as she stares at me.
“Please…" I start to squeeze. “Don’t make me hurt you.”
She closes her eyes, and I might be wrong, but I think tears roll from her the corners of her eyes.
My grip loosens. I don’t think I’m hurting her. Right? I don’t like to be lied to, but it’ll be a cold day in hell before I hurt a woman.
Unless she’s truly my enemy.
“I didn’t think it was possible,” she says, and those dark eyes of hers open again.
“What?” I ask.
She hesitates. “I think you might have the sea dragons’ powers.”
Behind us, I hear the distinct shrieking of the sirens.
Her eyes widen. “We need to get further from the island. Max and Arthur are waiting, but they can’t get in range of their songs, we need to get out of here.”
She doesn’t wait to see if I obey. She drags Steven through the water and out into the open sea, only with her tail, she glides more than drags.
Wait a minute. She's got a tail? The woman we rescued is a fucking mermaid? What the hell?
After a second, I follow behind her. Logic tells me to move fast to get as far away from the sirens as possible, but her words linger. What does it mean if we absorbed these sea dragons’ powers?
And won’t they want them back?