Page 24 of Siren’s Kiss & Feral Beasts

KAI

F our months.

The sea has turned colder, sharper, as though each wave is a reminder of how long I’ve hunted her shadow. Months of chasing the pull, an invisible tether that yanks at my chest, and it whispers north . Always fucking north.

My men sense it. The desperation is growing inside me.

With each passing day, I’m more irritable. My beast, their alpha, constantly growling inside my chest—a wolf’s cry for his mate. The lament of an unfinished bond.

Torren’s discipline keeps the crew on task, Otto’s learned to keep the wheel steady with unshakeable discipline, and Maleth—the silver-eyed, silent, and ruthless hybrid—watches the horizon as if he expects the vampire coven to rise from the sea itself.

Everyone is on edge. Something feels off.

My pack members do their jobs without question, always vigilant, knowing that when their alpha hunts, they do too. That a safe crew gets home to their families and mates, if they have one.

Many don’t. I prefer it that way.

Understand the damage it causes now more than ever.

Still, the emptiness gnaws at me. Between the western pack and the northern stronghold lies nothing but barren land, high peaks or flat jungles, while the winds coming off the frigid waters below bite like teeth. The western sea fades behind us as the northern waters claim their place.

Mar De Marea Plateadas is named correctly for that alone.

Cold. Desolate. And the further north you go, the air itself feels thinner and the daylight becomes weak.

Why would she come here?

The Liora Isle is just beyond the horizon, the last semi-warm settlement before the frigid cold truly hits.

The island is mostly used by travelers and traders as a pitstop to shop or sell their items before heading back to warmer waters.

Most of those who come here are from the west, work, or have permission from the vampires to settle here… except for my wolves.

They serve me, not the vampires, and it irks the pompous blood bags.

“We’re going to check out the packs while we’re here.

I want a wellness check.” My voice carries across the ship, and I get a low, affirmative howl from everyone in response.

No sooner do they respond than we pass the far edge of Liora, and my nostrils flare.

The wind shifts, and my chest tightens, breath caught in my throat because beneath the salt and pine trees that grow here, I smell her.

Nerissa.

My grip tightens on the gunwale until the wood groans, a few fibers splintering as my heart beats inside my chest like a war drum. Every beat is for her. My wolf rumbles in my chest, and he pushes forward—almost forces a shift, and I fight back to keep him aboard.

He’s demanding I go find her. Now. She’s ours.

“Alpha?” Otto calls from the helm, catching the look on my face.

“Dock here.”

“Are you sure? We can tender…” he trails off when I bare my teeth at him. “This is a perfect choice, Alpha. Great for an early evening search.”

“Drop the anchor.” The crew leaps into motion, sails snap, and ropes whip as they’re tied, and the wheel turns hard. We begin to slow, heading closer to the pale sand beach.

I don’t wait for the anchor to fully catch before I’m overboard, gliding through the water and coming up a few yards from the ship. Behind me, Torren and Maleth follow, walking up the shoreline and assessing the area, and finding no signs of life.

“Search the land,” I order, voice steady.

A stark contrast to how I feel inside, and I think they notice because each man steps back.

“Torren, take Maleth and five others and go east. Visit the pack there, get a quick report on their living conditions and finances while you're at it.” As I’m finishing, Otto and the rest of the crew walk up beside us.

They didn’t bring the boats, choosing instead to swim to shore.

“Otto, you’re heading west with the rest of the crew.

Sweep every inch of the island, and do the same if wolves are living there.

There shouldn’t be, but just in case the pack expanded and didn’t report it. ”

They disburse, and I breathe in deep. Then again.

My nostrils flare as the wind shifts again, and I follow the notes of orange blossom to another part of the beach.

I pass a driftwood graveyard, a rocky cliff, and then a crop of trees.

It separates one side from the other, not quite a mangrove, but thick enough that I have to find my way around, and the closer I am to the other side, the stronger her perfume gets.

“She’s here.” It’s a lash across my senses before the snap of an electrical rope wraps around my chest, and it tugs me closer. I can’t resist the pull, nor do I want to, because it will always lead me to her— my beautiful siren.

My mate. My female.

Another few steps, and I’m just past the cropping of palm trees when her scent intensifies. Fresh and sweet, but there’s a touch of sultry overpowering her call. It’s want and need—a song only I hear or can claim.

She’s aching for me. Demanding I ease her storm…

“Kai.” One word, and it’s glorious on her tongue. My ears twitch, and a low growl builds inside my chest, the early evening breeze carrying her whimpers while my cock throbs. It’s hard and pulsing, my knot expanding slowly with an ache so deep my knees almost buckle.

Yet I remain upright. Take my position, legs spread and back against the trunk as I watch her perform for me.

Because she senses me. Knows her beasts—man and wolf—are near.

Licking my lips, I take quick notice of the coppery taste of my blood and the sharp canine piercing through my flesh. Then there’s the fur on my arms and the claws currently destroying my waistband, pricking my skin in my haste to undo the button and zipper.

I rip through both. Then my shirt.

There are a few cuts and the sting of the salty breeze, but I pay no mind as those violet eyes meet mine after so long. And in that look, I see my every desire looking back at me:

To belong. To savor. To bite.

Raw and untamed, the wolf bares his teeth at her while I stroke my cock from root to tip and down again. A move she follows, licking her lips while those supple thighs I yearn to mark spread wider.

Goddess help me, she’s perfection.

Pink. Wet. Heat.

A velvet oasis that makes my mouth water, and more so when I hear just how slick she is. How ready for my knot she is.

The sound of her fingers sliding in and out that tight little hole has me unconsciously taking a step forward, and I grunt in approval, enjoying the way she arches for me. How her heavy breasts bounce a little with each gyration of her hips as she meets the fast pump of her slim fingers.

Through each stroke, those violet eyes never leave mine.

Nerissa nearly vibrates at the sight of me under the moonlight, and I’m gifted with the slow shimmer of her scales as they rise under her soft skin.

Blues, pinks, and a touch of purple throughout, and they seem to come alive as she rides her hand.

Another call. Her natural allure.

But the bond between us hums and whispers that this is only for me. No one else.

An acknowledgement that makes me throb with male pride as I watch my gift from the goddess come undone.

I match Nerissa’s every stroke with a violent one of my own.

My growls intertwine with her moans, creating a beautiful cadence I’ll carry for the rest of my life. This song is mine, tattooed in my heart and sacred to me.

“My wolf, I’m so close,” Nerissa cries out, thighs trembling, and I fall to my knees.

I don’t make a sound, crawling toward my prize in my half-shift form while the hand stroking my cock continues its brutal strokes.

I fuck my hand to the rapid rise and fall of her chest, leaving a trail of my pre-come in the sand below.

Honey eyes on violet ones, I don’t stop until my unoccupied clawed hand is gripping one thigh and my lips are a hair's breadth from her slick mess.

I breathe her in, and she stills.

I purr for her, and those soaked fingers slip out.

“Oh Gods,” she moans, and I tsk with a raised brow. I’m watching her, and the view from my place between her thighs is what heaven means to me. It’s the throne I’ll worship until my last breath and will retake in the afterlife. “Please. I’m?—”

“You only worship me, little treasure. Your alpha.” And then I ruin us both as I lick her from clenching hole to throbbing clit, rebranding myself as her taste slides across every nerve ending. It’s a part of me now. Who I am now. “Motherfucking sweet.”

It’s the only thing I can get past gritted teeth as the first rope of come shoots out and lands on the crease where ass and thigh meet, then down to the sand below.

Then another. My mouth latches onto her pulsing cunt as I come, and it triggers her release.

I treasure this orgasm through rough licks and soft nips with my fangs across her trembling bundle of nerves.

She collapses back, body thrumming with pleasure.

Nerissa doesn’t speak; her fingers do the talking as they trail up my chest and neck before her delicate fingers embed themselves in my hair.

There, she pulls, the pleasantly painful shockwave settling on my dick, and I throb against her slick little cunt.

Let her move me to her liking, and she wants me close.

Skin on skin. Completely covered by me.

My female is so tiny compared to me. My treasured doll.

“Kiss me, Kai.” she breathes out, her soft tongue gliding across my left fang. “Please.”

My lips slant over hers in a desperate kiss.

It’s a little messy with teeth grazing, tongues tangling, and I want more.

More of her sweetness and the way she moans into me, nails dragging down my arm as she kisses me back just as hungrily.

She gasps when my sharp fang breaks the skin of her bottom lip, fisting my hair to the point of pain, and I welcome the sting when her little mouth whines for me.

“Gods, I’ve missed feeling you close.”