Page 12 of Siren’s Kiss & Feral Beasts

NERISSA

I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t walk away.

Not when he brings one hand to the back of my neck, gripping the strands while keeping me in place. His lips are on mine now, dominant and all-consuming, as if he needs me to breathe, and damn it all to hell, I need him too. Kai owns my first kiss, and my soul welcomes his claim.

It feels right. I’m right where I’m supposed to be, and it’s more apparent than ever when the rumble in his chest moves through mine. “Fuck, sweetheart. This sweet little mouth will be my undoing.”

Each vibration soothes while at the same time excites. I feel it from my lips down to my nipples before it settles on my clit, and I can’t help but tighten my legs around his hips. The small gyration, each pleasure-seeking shift?—

I’m rewarded by the feel of his large hand leaving my hip a second before the sound of fabric tearing follows. Then it’s skin on skin. His cock, long and hard, is pressed against my core, and I clench hard.

A needy sound leaves me, desperate and demanding at the same time. “More. Please, more.”

“Give me your name, little treasure.”

“Why do you call me that?” It leaves me on a pant—the sound slipping from my mouth into his—and a throaty male groan is my reward.

It sends shivers down my spine, more so when he slips his tongue inside and caresses mine again.

He doesn’t answer right away, but explores every inch with swipes and nibbles until I feel lightheaded, completely docile in his hold.

Then he pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, golden on violet.

The wolf is staring back at me. “Because that’s what you are.

You’re the kind of precious wonder men spend their lives searching for, and I don’t share my treasures.

I guard them, but more importantly, I’d kill anyone who ever coveted you. ”

“That’s…” I swallow hard while my nipples tighten into tight, stiff peaks. The siren in me loves the possessive declaration. Needs it. “Thank you.”

“Never thank me for being honest. Just honor me with your name.”

“You did catch me.”

“I did.”

“But do you think you’ve earned the right?”

“Challenge accepted.” A clawed hand lifts to the back of my head, gripping my dark hair in a tight fist while the tips simultaneously massage my skull with the most delicate pressure.

I whimper, the sensation addictive, but accompanied by the feel of his hard cock pressed against my slick flesh, and I’m unable to resist.

His touch. The way he slams his mouth onto mine again, this time hard and fast and messy. Kai overpowers my rationality, not that there is much left, but the smidge I’ve been fighting to hold onto slips from my metaphorical fingers.

I’m wet, soaking my upper thighs and his engorged head, and the combined scent of our need is indescribable.

Everything about this moment feels right when I should be running.

Everything about this man will bring me pain, and yet I welcome the burn.

“Name?” Kai purrs, and the vibration makes my toes curl.

For another rush of wetness to coat us, a reaction that he enjoys.

It’s there in the golden eyes staring at me as if I were a wondrous creature.

In the way he snaps his hips forward, rubbing the swollen tip through my labia, bumping my clit on each pass. “Give it to me.”

“Not yet.”

“Name?” Not an alpha’s bark, but the deep and dominating tone was more wolf than man. I can feel his powerful aura, its tethers sliding against my skin like a lover’s stroke. My royal blood affords me this luxury; when others fear his bite, I welcome it.

Why do I crave it?

Yet before I can overthink it, I push that thought away and smile. “Make me.”

My denial only excites him, and I’m turned around with my front facing the tree on my next breath. There’s no time to react or complain; the sound of my dress tearing fills the night before a cool breeze sweeps past us. It lies in tatters near my feet while the moon appears brighter.

While I can still make out the sound of waves crashing upon the shore, and I know the water is shimmering a brighter blue.

My emotions have always been tied to the weather and sea; any shift signals a change, and in this moment, they’re celebrating with me. I’ve never taken a lover, but not because it’s against our laws—some choose to be wild and free before a mate ship happens, while others honor the bond.

I’m the latter.

I’ve always wanted to be pure for him or her, but this pull to Kai is undeniable. Even without the stone or its magic, my soul is calling out to his—demands I accept—and there is no stopping this. Him. Me. A pull that will destroy us; of that I have no doubt, and yet I don’t care.

Selfish. Irresponsible. I want him.

Kai purrs against my nape, his lips trailing down my spine. He stops in between kisses to nip then lick, soothing the abused flesh on his exploration. Goosebumps rise and spread, my body thrumming with pleasure while the tree bark drags across my nipples with each minute shift.

It’s torture. A tiny bite of pain with the pleasure.

My palms flatten against the rough bark; I’m trembling and full of anticipation, clenching my thighs to alleviate some of the ache he’s created. I’m wet, naked, and at his mercy.

“Such a beautiful little treasure I’ve found.

So pretty and pink and mine,” he croons against my skin, his big hands gripping my hips and pulling me back toward him, bending me at the waist. From my new position, I see his knees on the ground right before one large hand spreads my knees further apart.

I tremble. I’m nervous and excited, and oh God!

The first swipe of his tongue makes my knees weak, forehead falling against the tree as a fully-body shiver runs through me. I’ve never experienced anything like this, not even when I’ve explored my body inside the privacy of my home here in Avaria.

There’s a sense of freedom I have here.

Behind my closed door, no one can interrupt or walk into my room without a literal wall stopping them. Something our kingdom doesn’t truly promote. Yes, we have some privacy, but not like this.

I’m addicted to the independence. To my rebellion from what’s expected and not allowed.

His growl of satisfaction vibrates through me then; I feel it from my clenching hole to my clit, the latter of which throbs on his tongue.

“Will you gift me your name now?” Each word is spoken against my sex, a little muffled while his exhalations warm my clit.

From the now cooler breeze to his hot breath, I enjoy the different sensations each one elicits. “Or do you need me to say please ?”

That last word is accompanied by the flat of his tongue slowly sliding from my clenching hole to my bundle of nerves, and a low, mewling sound leaves me.

I feel him shake—his grip on me tightens and those long claws break skin.

Not too deep, but enough that a few beads of blood pool at the cut and then roll down my hip.

There’s a slight sting at the cut, but when he laps at my entrance, slipping the tip of his tongue inside and creating a delicious heat low in my belly, I find myself pushing back.

Fighting against his hold. Wanting more.

“Kai, that…oh my gods!”

“Good girl.” Something about the praise tugs at the core of me.

It’s heady, and I almost preen, a reaction he can literally taste between my thighs.

I can’t help but look back at him from over my shoulder, even if the position is a little uncomfortable.

And when I do, I see this glorious alpha on his knees—muscles bulging and fur bristling across his arms and chest—fighting back a shift…

I bare my siren teeth at him.

They’re not as sharp as his, but I have predator instincts, and those golden eyes darken around the edges, honey at the center with a dark brown ring around the outer rim. I find them beautiful—a realization that unsettles me, a dangerous truth slipping past what little is left of my defenses.

But then he winks. A warning.

“Mine,” Alpha Kai growls, fangs grazing my labia, pricking the flesh before deepening the kiss.

And it’s that bite of pain that shatters me, his hungry grunt as my blood and wetness bathes his tongue.

He’s a possessed man. Holding me up when my knees grow weak, he eats me through each shiver and clench, my walls pulsing in time with the flicks of his tongue.

I come for him on a long and loud moan, my hand slamming against the tree as my hips ride his face.

I’m pushing back and trying to gyrate, riding the tidal waves of pleasure cresting through me. From the top of my head to my feet, I’m sensitive yet thrumming with the need of more.

I also don’t realize that in the height of my orgasm, I’m whining my name. Over and over, giving him a prize for making me fall into a pleasurably painful bliss.

“Nerissa.”

One word. Silken sin coming from the enemy’s mouth tastes sweeter to me. In that moment, as another small rush of wetness coats my lips and drips down to the jungle’s floor, I’m struck by another thought. Does he know who I am?

Would he still be on his knees for me if he did?

“Kai, I’m…of fuck !” I’m airborne for a moment, turned in his hands and laid on my back with his body covering mine, before the last syllable has passed through my lips.

“You know who I am.” Not a question. The expression on his still-wet face—my come on his lips—is one of pride. His chest puffs out and rubs against my breasts, the thick yet soft hair there eliciting shivers from me that have nothing to do with the mild wind.

“I do, Alpha.”

“What I’m capable of.” Not a question but a statement. Acknowledging his ability to be kind and cruel.

“Yes.”

“Motherfuck, you’re perfect.” His entire body shakes above me,the hand near my head slipping beneath to cup the back of my skull. His touch is soft and reverent as he rubs his thumb in a soothing circular motion over my pulse point. “I can scent your innocence, little treasure.”