Page 1 of Siren’s Kiss & Feral Beasts

ALPHA KAI

“ T he captain always goes down with the ship.”

She drags her sharp, luminescent nails down the front of my trousers, shredding the fabric and zipper just enough to free my cock. It springs free, and I’m throbbing; the engorged head’s dripping pre-come while her nose skims me from the slit down to my heavy knot.

There, she pauses and breathes me in.

Her soft lips are a gift, while the bite of her nails on my skin—her full-body shivers—causes my wolf to growl in approval. Nerissa’s scent deepens at that, at how close my beast is to the surface, and the natural sweetness of her slick takes on a sharper note as it surrounds us.

A little earthier. More decadent.

My body throbs with need, yet I remain still as both sides of me take in her every movement. My wolf is proud of his treacherous mate, and I find her actions amusing. Adorable.

How she stole from me and then ran is our primal dance.

How she tied me to the ship’s mast is foreplay.

“I’m famished, my wolf,” my mate croons, looking up at me from beneath her long, dark lashes. Her violet eyes are hooded while her small, yet sharp fangs bite into her bottom lip. “Will you feed me?”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, little treasure.”

“You don’t scare me, Alpha.”

“I live to protect you, Nerissa Del Mare. I’d never harm you.”

“Then give me what I need, Alpha Daire.” Her lips brush across the tip of my cock. The act is reverent and sweet, while the heat in her violet eyes promises a painful reckoning. One soft kiss. One whispered vow. “Feed my selfish desire and need, Wolf. What I’m begging for.”

The last word hasn’t fully left her sinful mouth before Nerissa flicks her tongue across the engorged head, paying extra attention to the slit where drops of pre-come bead for her.

Her hum at my taste is like an electrical shock to my knot—I throb and swell in her tiny hand while she tightens her grip.

Those delicate fingers don’t meet around my girth.

Her mouth stretching over the head looks obscene, but then nothing else registers.

Slow. Wet. Merciless.

Velvet-soft lips wrap around me, working me deeper in small, yet quick bobs of her head until I kiss the back of her throat.

Then, there’s the scrape of her sharp nails digging into my thighs—the bite of pain is driving my wolf mad, and it’s taking every ounce of self-control I possess not to fuck her throat.

To not tear off these pathetic shackles and take control.

I’m allowing my mate this one moment of victory before hunting and mounting my prey. It’s in a wolf's biology to toy with its food before tearing into its flesh, and I plan to indulge this beautiful siren until it’s my turn to bite .

Chains rattle above me, my muscles trembling from the absolute savagery building inside as Nerissa’s perfect mouth sucks me. She can’t take the full length, but we have the rest of our lives to fix that. To train her to take my knot there, too.

“More,” she moans around my girth, her eyes fluttering closed as she savors my taste. The vibrations feel so fucking good, and my chest rumbles with approval while she hollows her cheeks. The look on her face is pure bliss, as if she were praying for mercy and repentance simultaneously—I smile.

There is no escaping my wrath when this is all said and done. She’ll pay for this with her cunt, right before I take her ass. Fair trade after stealing from me. Because we both know how easily I could snap both these chains and her neck, although I’d never hurt her.

Never her. Anyone but her.

A small string of drool runs down the corner of her mouth and chin, marking the scales still exposed across her collarbone. I grunt at the sight. At the blood there, too. My blood. The deep gouges her nails made on my flesh have dirtied her, and it only serves to heighten her beauty.

Filthy. Sinful. Perfection.

“When this is over, I’m going to give you the world, my female.

” A promise. My vow. But then the ship groans beneath us; a deafening crack forms a few feet from where she’s sucking my cock.

We’re sinking, and fast—the shouts from my crew break through the raging storm.

They call my name, beg me to get off the ship and get to safety, but I don’t move.

I’d never ruin her fun. And my female is enjoying herself while ignoring the damage she’s created.

The obscene sound of her gagging on my length is worth my ruined ship ten times over.

“Motherfuck,” I hiss out from between clenched teeth as her throat spasms, tightly stroking my cock with each swallow. One of my clawed hands embeds itself into what’s left of the mast while the other uses the limited mobility the shackle gives me to wrap her hair around my fist.

Grip tight, I keep her in place but don’t thrust my hips. Instead, I enjoy the quick bob of her throat on each swallow and the bite of her nails as they once again pierce my flesh. The more the vessel tips, flooding each floor, the more aggressive—desperate—my little storm becomes.

The ship tilts further, and a few crates smash against each other. They shatter upon impact, fragments scattering—banging on everything in their path—and yet my mate never stops taking me in deep.

When a small piece of glass from a now broken window slices across my abdomen, I feel her shiver as the air becomes tinged with my blood and need. Her mouth works me harder, deep strokes, before pulling back and licking a path from tip to knot and then to the cut on my stomach.

Both man and beast snarl at her.

Chest heaving. Canines flashing. Drops of pre-come falling to the floor…

The little nymph only smirks at me. “Behave, Wolf.”

That’s it. Just the directive to stay compliant while Nerissa gazes at the already healing small wound.

She follows the movement of each drop and then completely shatters me by licking each one clean.

Her tongue is so fucking soft as it slides across the cut, but it’s the tingling sensation left behind that causes a hard shiver to rush through me.

It’s almost volatile; my muscles clench and unclench while my knot swells to near painful.

Her scales, beautiful in their varying shades, also begin to vibrate. The movement is subtle, and the pulse is rhythmic in a pattern of three and four counts between short pauses—I’m entranced. It’s a language I don’t understand yet, but that I plan to become a scholar of.

“That’s my beautiful treasure. Such a good little female worshipping her mate.”

At my praise, Nerissa flashes me a sweet look before taking me back into her hot little mouth. Each bob of her head is fast while one hand skims fingers across my knot and lower, squeezing my heavy balls hard enough to sting, but the bite of pain and pleasure only makes me harder.

My release is so close. She can tell, too, and gives the heavy sack a sharp tug.

I release my grip on her hair as water laps at our feet and then our shins.

Everything feels in slow motion; the wet heat of her mouth distracts me from the ship’s destruction and the worry of my pack members on longboats somewhere nearby.

There’s not a single fuck in me about the waves crashing and forcing us into what feels like a whirlpool, or the way lightning strikes the wreckage as it drifts out.

All I see and acknowledge is her.

My female. My mate.

Nerissa transforms slowly, her tail shimmering beneath the water, now reaching my knees. What’s left of the mast groans, and I do too as she flicks the end back and forth, staying right where I need her.

“Mine.”

“I’m yours, Nerissa. Take what you need.”

“Never forget that, Alpha,” she says, and this time, when she sucks me in, Nerissa doesn’t stop until reaching my knot. There, she tightens her lips and teases the underside with the tip of her tongue…

“Fuck,” I hiss out from between clenched teeth as the first rope of my spend lands on her tongue. She hums in appreciation at that, hollowing her cheeks and bobbing—milking every last drop. And sexier than anything this gorgeous siren has done…?

The blush on her face as she looks up at me with those violet eyes and swallows.

Perfection. Home. Mine.

Pulling back, she kisses the tip a final time and rises to lay a tiny nip to my bottom lip. Her small fangs cut the skin, her cherry lips now stained with my blood and come as a sharp snap rends the air.

That sound is?—

Goddess, everything comes back into focus as I take in a full breath. The late-night sky is lit up with the storm, and rain begins to pelt hard just as the water reaches my chest. The weight of the broken mast is dragging me down, dark water surrounding me, and yet I see it all.

The flash of pain on her face as she slips beneath the water.

The gleam of metal around my wrist.

The light coming from something just past the isolated storm…

And then it’s all black. Endless black, until a lithe form swims past me and small fingers skim across my skin.

It’s a shock to my senses and my beast—the electrical tethers of our bond and the bite of pain as she rips the Cordis Lux from around my neck.

My wolf is present in my glowing eyes, taking in the way her clan swims away—they surround their princess—but her movements aren’t as fluid.

She’s fighting every inch of space between us.

It’s there in the lackluster sway of her beautiful tail and rigid shoulders. Slow, as if it physically pains her to swim away from me, but just as they move past the wreckage, she turns a final time, and our eyes meet. I’m growling deep, and the vibrations carry through the water to her.

My mate shivers and extends her right hand out toward me, then pulls it back as I snap each shackle off. Now, there’s a hint of nervousness in her expression, and in the semi-formed bond, there’s a tug of trepidation for my next move.

And to her surprise, there isn’t one. Not yet.

For now, I want her to swim away and hide. I want to earn the right to mount my female.

I’m going to disprove every lie they’ve fed her.

I will conquer the sea—destroy those separating us—leaving no shelter except me.

I am her home. All she’ll ever need.

I’m coming for you, my sinful treasure. There’s no escaping me.