Page 6 of His Siren Prince

My bottom lip dropped open in lust and surprise, ready to welcome him. All my years of training my body and my mind, and I failed to resist when it mattered the most.

But I couldn’t wait; I couldn’t hold it in. I needed him so badly that my hand fled from his forearm, plunging my fingers into his shining silver hair as I forced his lips to mine with a groan.

I swallowed his cry of surprise as I used his ass as an anchor, rolling my hips against his hands.

All my restraint snapped the moment the harsh tang of sea salt filled my mouth. I had no chance to think as his forked tongue creased my lips and I gave myself to him.

I pressed harder, his kisses wild and rough like the ocean he was born from.

He may have driven me to madness, but I was in control as I devoured every inch of him, sucking him down, taking him in whatever way I could.

I licked the split of his tongue, and he burst into moans. Any thoughts I could cling to faded as he wrapped his arms around my neck. With his chest against mine, his moans in tune with my own, was there a reason to think when I held him so close?

His grip on my cock hardened, and I winced as the tips of his sharp claws dented me, but I was too lost in him. He squeezed me tight, gasping between our kisses with what I hoped was delight.

I endured decades of great battles all in the name of my queen and country, yet the siren prince had defeated me.

“Your Majesty…” I groaned as he pulled back from the kiss with a laugh. I had no other words for him. Could I even tell him to stop when it was the last thing I wanted?

His warm weight, the icy touch of his skin, his sharp breath, and the music of his voice all covered me in bliss.

What had I been searching for my entire life if not a mate?

“Azul,” I said his name like it was a secret, whispered on a single breath as I softened my grip in his hair.

His eyes widened as I guided him back to my dry lips. I took my time, offering him soft kisses that he hungrily devoured.

Until Azul broke the kiss to sigh, watching me closely as my heart soared. It had been many years since I'd experienced the delicate nerves that danced through me. He nudged my nose with his, exciting me, and that was the only signal I needed.

“Carrion,” he purred my name like it amused him. “I’ve had men killed for less than speaking my true name.”

“Then, what should I call the man I’m about to fuck?” I asked.

My hand slid from the etheric strands of silver hair to his webbed ears, a deep moan echoing from him.

The simple intimacy of stroking them was enough to awaken the wild spirit I only reserved for battle.

I never needed to take care of my body except to remain fit for battle, but now I wished I were more handsome for him. Could I even keep up when so many years separated us?

He was barely in his twenties, his movements supple and fluid. I might be skilled with a sword, but my fingers still ached from old wounds as I dug them into the siren prince's ass.

“Carrion, touch me more,” he groaned as another stroke of my cock drove me wild.

He deepened the kiss, the sharp points of his teeth grazing me as he took my bottom lip between them and sucked.

My hand left his ear to stroke along the gills that lined both sides of his throat. He shuddered as my rough fingertips caressed each one, and I groaned at how wet they were.

I counted sixteen gills, eight on each side. As I reached the last by the curve of his neck, Azul gasped, releasing my lips as I traced the line of it. His gills fluttered open as he took a deep breath, and more wetness beaded on my fingertip.

It was so sexy I could barely stand it, especially accompanied by another stroke of my cock.

I tentatively lowered my mouth, pressing my lips to the soft flare of one of his gills.

“Carrion!” he cried out, air whispering over my lips from his gills.

My only goal was to make him cry louder. Because the sound of him opening himself up for me, and the depth of the feelings that flowed through the growing mating bond was too much for me to overcome.

And so I kissed his gills. I did not know how sensitive they were, but with each touch, his body jerked.