Page 4 of His Siren Prince

“Carrion,” the prince singsonged, amusement tinging his voice. The soft rustle of the two sheer strips of fabric he called clothes fluttered as he bent towards me, summoning tremors of lust.

As he stood over me, my breaths deepened, and awareness of his presence washed over me. Sirens were cold-blooded, but I still felt the heat from his body calling me, demanding me to hold him.

“Please, Your Majesty,” I croaked. “You must go.” I could not afford to be seen in bed with a royal from another nation. No matter if he was my mate or not.

My soldiers had joked about the prince searching for a breeding partner. I couldn't describe the fury that roared through me as they joked they would offer themselves to him to earn a place in the Sapphire Palace as his consort. I believed I was better than thembecause I didn't care about jewels and riches. But I wanted something far worse.

“Carrion,” he sighed my name like the sweetest elixir as his claws swept the cotton collar of my shirt to tug it open and expose my shoulder.

My gaze found the ocean-blue scales that covered his feet, running down the curve of his ankles to his toes, clawed and webbed like his hands.

One brush across my graying stubble with his other hand, and I did not have the strength to resist.

“Carrion, look at me,” he said as he pushed my cheek, demanding me in the voice of a true prince.

No trace of his siren power whispered there, but he had to know how he held sway over me.

Because even a day in each other’s presence and the mating bond had begun to form.

The prince's claws dipped from my cheek to my collarbone, stroking over the shirt that molded the lines of my chest. Even that millimeter of cotton was too vast a wall between us. I needed his skin on mine, to taste his flesh, to become one with him.

The hand on my collar rose. As soon as his palm pressed against my bare neck, my whole body relaxed.

Finally,finallyhe was touching me, and everything settled into place.

I twisted my neck, keeping my head bowed, allowing him more space to play with me - if he wished.

And I desperately hoped he wished.

I expected him to tease me like he had with his hidden smiles and knowing looks throughout the banquet, but it was worse than that.

With a simple rustle of his clothes, his cool lips were flush with the curve of my shoulder, and I moaned.

The scales that covered his jaw met my battle-worn skin as he held me. His lips relieved the ache that had clawed at my chest since our first glance all those weeks ago. My grip on my sword was completely lax as he pressed himself closer to me.

“Your Majesty, please…” I groaned as his lips danced up to my ear. “Do not do this.” I couldn't guarantee what would happen if I submitted to the pleasure he stirred within me with one touch.

“Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do, Commander Carrion?”

The way my name rolled over his tongue sent pleasure fluttering through my veins. His voice of command was the same as almost every royal I had met. He knew his worth, and he knew the power he held over others.

“There you are,” he sighed as I lifted my head to meet his bright yellow eyes, glowing in the dimness of the room.

He really would be my end.

It wasn’t simply that he was handsome. It was the way the path of scales that ran over his arms and shoulders shimmered in the flirting light. How the spokes of his ears, the pebbled soft blue skin of his cheeks, and his mouth and gills looked as if they were made to greet my lips. It was his haughty arrogance, meshed with his startling silver hair that swept behind his ears and skimmed his shoulders. I knew perfectly well it was long enough for me to grasp because I had imagined it so often that it would be natural for me to do.

“I’ve wanted to meet you properly since I first saw you,” he hummed, the mask of a royal dropping, disarming me completely.

His claws caught against my thick, auburn stubble as his thumb stroked from my jaw to the corner of my mouth.

How could I contend with him when he looked at me with such longing?

“The banquet dragged on, didn’t it?” he chuckled, his thin, forked tongue creasing his sea -blue lips. “I was going mad just sitting thereand not being able to touch you. All I could think about was your cock, and what you could do with it if I got you alone like this,” he purred as he pressed against my thighs, nudging the sword with his knee to push it away.

It was a knight’s shame to let another touch their sword. But that is what his presence did to me.

Against my better judgement, I moved my blade. The sword had protected my queen since she gifted it to me when I became a knight, and I was foolish enough to rest it against the wall of the grand room, all for him.