The Pirate and His Siren

Chapter Seven

CHAPTER SEVEN

LUARNA

M y eyes widen at the spacious room inside as I enter his cabin.

While I’m turned on by Kynan’s display outside, I’m momentarily distracted by the opulent style of this room. It’s more than I was expecting, considering the condition of the ship.

To the right is a large bed with a red velvet cover. That is one of the things I love about going on land—the beds the land races use. Large bay windows take up much of the back wall. Situated in front of them is a desk and chairs. A black tricorne hat and black coat with burnished buttons and swirling gold brocade edges down the lapels and hem are hanging on each side of the chair.

I run my fingers over the desk’s rich, dark-stained wood surface.

Kynan isn’t having any of that, coming up behind me and spinning me around, kissing me while walking me backward until my legs hit the end of the bed. He grabs my waist, lifting me to place me on the mattress, then crawls on top of me, pressing me down on it .

Before I can kiss him, he makes his way down my body, lifting the hem of my shirt and pressing kisses along the planes of my stomach. He moves to peel my pants down my legs before flinging them over his shoulder, and then he wedges his shoulders in between my thighs to widen them.

I’ve never felt more open and exposed to a male.

From the first swipe along my slit, I’m a goner. Most humans I’d been with don’t bother with this act of foreplay, but Kynan laps at my cunt like a man starved.

A deep, dangerous thought wants me to beg this man to use his tongue on me every day for the rest of my life. But I shut those wants down immediately. Sirens don’t take mates. We fuck males, but we always end up alone.

Kynan notices my lack of response, growling against my sex. “Are you not enjoying this?” His voice turns me on further. “Then I’ll have to try harder.”

Soon, those thoughts fade from my mind, and I’m lost in the ecstasy Kynan draws from me with his tongue. I’m coming too soon and fast from the actions of his tongue.

My fingers dig into the silky locks of his hair, and my legs involuntarily clamp around his head as if to keep him there, to never stop making me come. I shudder from the last vestiges of pleasure flowing through me before my limbs relax, and I release my grip on him.

“Do you always taste this fucking good?” He moans. “I need more.”

“No, no.” I push his head away. I’m already too sensitive.

“I mean to make you scream so the men know I’ve staked you as mine.”

I’m still shuddering from the last tremor of my orgasm as he crawls up my body, supporting himself above me on the crook of his elbow, his face inches from mine. I slide my hand in between our bodies and palm his cock, marveling at the size and length of him. He groans and presses his mouth to mine, plundering his way inside where I can taste myself on his lips.

I guide his cock to my entrance, and he surges forward once again, giving me that delicious moment when two beings are connected.

Kynan lifts my left leg and folds it against my chest, his hips gyrating into me.

I groan loudly.

Fuck, this man is good.

I’m close… teetering on the edge.

His fingers begin to play with my clit. “Scream my name, Luarna,” he demands. “I want them to know who you belong to. I want it seared into their minds.”

But I’m not his.

I can never be.

But I can enjoy this time with him as my lover.

“I can’t just come on command.” I pant stubbornly.

“Aye, then you need a little more motivation.” He rises to his knees while still inside me and lifts my legs straight up in the air, tilting the angle of my pelvis. He slams his cock into me over and over again.

Kynan doesn’t make love. He fucks. Savagely pounding into me, causing me to finally shatter, screaming his name. My siren voice keels to a high pitch, but as it’s not a complete song, it isn’t enough to compel anyone. I’ll have to be more careful in the future not to use it around others.

“Fuck,” he roars, hammering into me. Warmth jettisons into me in violent spurts. He thrusts one last time, his chest heaving. Then he smirks, slipping out of me, and lowers my legs. “Aye, that’ll do it. ”

All I can do is stare listlessly at him. My body is unable to move from exhaustion. My limbs are limp and boneless, spread across the bed like jellyfish tentacles.

“Rest up, my siren,” he whispers in my ear. “I plan on fucking you plenty more over the coming days.”