Page 86 of Liar Witch

I keep her hand in mine as she steps in, making sure that she’s steady until she’s comfortably seated in the water. Nilsa wastes no time in letting go of my hand to dunk her whole head beneath the fragrant mix, coming up silently as the moonlight disappears from the pool.

When she opens her eyes and looks at me, I get the feeling whatever this ‘cleansing’ is, it’s over, so I waste no time in unhooking the small fastenings at the belt of my kilt.

I’d taken my fair share of ribbings from the others for wearing a ‘skirt’ but none of them have fins to deal with. Unlike Casimir, I prefer not to shred my clothes with every transformation. Besides, from the looks Nilsa’s been giving my ass, it’s not a bad skirt.

When it falls down, her eyes greedily take in all of me, and I have to fight not to be nervous.

This is the first time any woman has seen me this way, and I have to resist the urge to fidget under her gaze.

She’s my mate; I shouldn’t be nervous.

But I am.

I slide into the water with ease, deliberately arranging myself so her back is to me. My hands instinctively run along the delicate lines of her shoulders, fingers tracing the tiny healing spots where her vampire has fed on her recently. She shudders in response, and I do it again.

I’m already hard, but her moan makes the erection trapped between us throb painfully.

She’s tired, I remind my cock.She just fought for us and won.

My body doesn’t get it. My siren sang for her, mated us together, and now every cell in my body is urging me to complete the bond. To fuck her until we’re both senseless.

Ignoring the urge might drive me insane, but I somehow manage to keep my hands to just her shoulders, rubbing the tension out of her muscles until she’s limp in front of me, her back against my chest.

Of course, the new position creates an even more tempting view.

Her breasts peek out of the water with every breath. The distance between them and my fingers is so small, but seems so vast.

I want to take that step. Touch every inch of the soft, pale expanse of her skin. Learn every tiny scar and mark.

She turns before I can work up the courage, resting her face against my chest and sighing.

“I can’t give you a massage if you’re like this,” I whisper against the top of her head. “Let me dry you off, we can move onto the bed…”

Her small smile silences me. “What if I have a different plan?”

She presses a tiny kiss to the space over my heart, then another, trailing them down my chest until she reaches the point where my skin meets the water.

“Stand up.”

I don’t think I could deny her, even if I wanted to. My knees shake slightly in disbelief as I push to my feet.

She can’t mean to…

The heat of her mouth is like rapture. Her soft lips waste no time in sealing around me before her head starts to bob up and down. At the same time, her tongue flutters along the underside of my cock. When she draws back, she swirls it around the head like her favourite treat before diving back down.

“Fuck,” I bite out. “Nilsa.”

She releases me for a second to study my reaction. “Good?”

I can only nod mutely, knowing my siren is broadcasting exactly what I’m feeling to anyone unlucky enough to be in range.

Need. Adoration. Pure lust.

My hand tangles into her wet hair without thinking, guiding her up and down.

Then she goes further still, until my length hits the back of her throat, and I lose my grip in her hair completely as my head falls back in ecstasy.

“Fuck,” I hiss. “Goddess, Nilsa, I’m too close.”