Page 70 of Forever My Siren Luna

I watch as the voluptuous woman takes an entire bottle of cheap rum off the shelf behind her and walks it to my table, placing it in front of me with a heavy sigh.

“Thank you, lass,” I slurred, pouring myself another glass, making the amber liquid overflow a bit onto the table.

She just rolled her eyes with her hand on her hip before walking away to serve more drinks.

I guess she was tired of walking over every other minute to refill my glass. Such a smart lass.

Unlike me, the senseless one, who couldn’t even close my mouth until I had more than upset the woman whose heart I was trying to win.

I’m stupid. So, so stupid.

The swinging doors slammed open, and I flinched when Beretta marched in. The raven-haired beauty enters the bar, scanning the room until her eyes fall on me. Then she sighs in relief, her frenzied appearance suggesting she had been frantic before coming in.

She really is beautiful. I never fully appreciated her beauty before, knowing she was scared of her mate and wasn’t someone to fool around with.

She didn’t have the same opinion of me. She had no trouble slipping into my bed, something she has been trying to repeat since. It makes me nervous to even enter my cabin for anything. If I am alone, she finds me, and sinks her claws into me again.

My beast is humming in delight at the memories, but it just makes me wary. I was after her friend, but she took it upon herself to bed me anyway.

“Bed you,”Oisin snickered. “Like you are some virtuous dame she can usurp.”

“I feel as if my virtue is in danger when she is around. I never imagined such a lithe woman could accost me so.”

“She is something,”Oisin purred, taking her in through my eyes.

Horny beast.

I looked around frantically for an escape as Beretta took long strides towards me.

It is futile. She isn't one to let her prey escape. I used to admire that about her. Now, it terrifies me.

“There you are, Captain. Fucking hell, I have been searching everywhere for you.”

The chair across from me scraped against the ground as she twisted it around to straddle it backward. The action excited my beast even more, seeing the way her leather pants strained against her tight body. A body I now know in the most intimate of ways.

“Here I am,” I muttered, downing another shot. “I hardly need you to check up on me. I’m a man capable of returning to my ship when I’m ready.”

“That is not what was worrying me.” The look in her eyes tells me that she was referring to what happened earlier. She heard about my lunch at the packhouse. Little Joe must have made it back to the ship.

“I’m fine,” I snapped, pouring myself another drink.

Before I can lift it to my lips, she takes my glass and throws the shot of rum back into her mouth herself, taking the bottle from me and pouring herself another.

My hand remains lifted, now empty of the only thing I know that helps to dull the pain of failure that always plagues me.

"That was mine," I growled.

"Well, pirates code. I wanted it. I took it. It is mine now."

"I think you are taking those words I spoke a little too seriously." I huffed, feeling down again at my failures. "We can't always just take what we want."

Her lips curled in aversion.

“Annoying,” she muttered, “You are acting pathetic.”

“What?” I snarled, bristling at the insult. It stabs through me harsher than expected.

“You heard me,” she snapped. “You are acting pathetic. Not befitting of the captain of the greatest band of pirates the seas have ever seen. You are acting like a pathetic pup. If it hurts you to this point, confess to her. Get it out of the fucking way so we can all move on with our lives. Your inability to take any meaningful action is hurting not just you, you know.”