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Never met a male siren
before?
You're about to....
I grew up as a prince...
And lead the life of a
King.
There isn't anyone or
anything that doesn't want me, that isn't attracted to me. They can't help it.
And I sure as hell don't want them to. I live for their lust, I crave touch
like an addiction, I make them beg on their knees for one, simple, caress.
As a male siren it's my job
to feed off emotion.
And I was happy to do it.
I am happy to do it.
What I'm not happy about?
Being told I have to mate with some withering human and stay loyal to that one
person for the next few centuries. There's a war coming and being the idiot I
am--I offered to take one for the team in order to help a friend.
Now my sexual appetite is
taking a freaking kick in the nuts.
And I'm left wondering if
it's worth it.
If she's worth it, with
messy hair and dirty human hands.
But I have a world to save.
A job to do.
Now, if only, she would
just let me do it rather than fighting me at every turn. I've lived lifetimes
as the most irresistible being on the planet.
Only to meet my match.
With one.
Measly.
Human.
They say hells hot. They're
wrong.
Because Hope, my little
human, is way hotter.
And before this is
over--she may just singe me alive.
To say I was pissed.
To say I was angry
To say I was intrigued.
I couldn’t decide which
emotion was going to win out, which made her all the more exciting. Sirens, for
the most part, kept their physical appearance at a five. On a scale of one to
ten, a five meant that you were clearly above average but not to the point that
a person would literally sell a kidney and spleen in order to sleep with you.
No, the selling of body
parts came at six.
Seven meant they were
willing to commit a crime and sell
body parts.
Eight was when they neared
the wailing stage. I typically called it bartering, where they asked what they
could possibly do in order to gain just one taste, anything, anything at all!
Nine was a rarity. I was a
nine when I was tired, when I wanted a piece of ass from someone hot, and I
didn’t want to make a big fuss over it. But a nine was dangerous because
showing myself at a nine made it easier to wipe the individuals’ memories.
Meaning I was more than likely cursing them to a life where they would never
settle down because they’d be stuck comparing me to some sad human male with a
beer gut, and he’d always fall short.
Even the Toms fell short.
Tom Brady.
Tom Hardy.
You get the picture.
In my entire existence, I’ve
pulled a nine maybe four times. And each time I felt regretful — after all the
sex had never been worthy of ruining some pathetic human’s chance at love.
And tens?
Tens weren’t done. To
become a ten in front of a human would be the equivalent of a human discovering
the sweetest tasting sin, the most physical and emotional ecstasy known over
and over again. Add that in with good looks that made women, men, plants, atoms
— you get the picture — full-on weep, and it just wasn’t done.
Never.
In fact, some might say it
was forbidden.
I’d never been tempted.
Until five minutes ago.
I was currently at an
eight, flirting with a ten, and she’d finally succumbed enough to fall to her
knees, but when she glanced up, she blinked a few times then stood. “Sorry, I
don’t know what happened.”
The hell?
I did a double take, my
eyes narrowing as she shuddered before me, but still, nothing. No weeping. No
sudden burst of adoration.
Nine, here I come.
I exhaled as I allowed my
hair to go pure gold and my eyes to turn a shade of amber that looked like a
never-ending ring of fire around my blue iris. I released waves of energy that
I could see pulsing from my body with each exhale, and I was aware that she was
being assaulted with my scent, a mixture of rain, fresh air, and finally a deep
sweet chocolate.
The most addicting scents
known to mankind.
The most cleansing scents
to a human.
Her eyes widened as she
gulped and then squeezed them shut and covered her face with her hands, her
knees knocked together as she swayed.
“Open your eyes, human!”
“I-I’d rather not,” she
said in a weak voice.
“Now!” The walls of the
room shook causing a shriek to explode between her lips, and suddenly she was
moving towards me and launching her plump body into the air.
Directly onto mine.
Mine.
My body.
Without any other option, I
braced myself for her impact. Not that she could physically harm me, it was
more of a mental brace of, oh shit the woman might be plump, but she moved with
the speed of a torpedo.
I caught her in my arms.
The shaking stopped.
Her hands clung to the
front of my shirt, her breathing was unsteady, her body sweaty, hot, and curvy.
I appreciated all types of
beauty.
Even hers.
I would have preferred a
small mate, one that I could terrify into submission — one I had no risk of
falling in love with.
Because a siren in love —
was a dangerous thing.
And a part of me wondered
if that was what Cassius had planned all along. In order for me to be at my
strongest, I needed to be in love.
Something I’d never
experienced in all of my years of living, screwing, and toying with males and
females alike.
“What.” I gave her a
menacing glare. “The hell, do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m scared of earthquakes,”
she whispered, licking her lips repeatedly until I thought I was going to go
mad with the motion of her tongue sliding across the pink of her mouth. “Terrified,
actually.”
“This is Seattle.” I was
still holding her, for reasons beyond my realm of understanding.
“They say the next
earthquake is going to be really big and half of downtown is going to slide
into the Puget Sound, so excuse me for being scared!”
“And you live downtown?”
“Well… no.” Her brown eyes
focused in on mine.
“Then you must visit there
often?”
“No.”
I sighed impatiently. “So
your fears are completely unfounded and illogical. Simply stop fearing it.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“I tire of holding you,
human.” The lie fell easy; in fact, I had forgotten I was holding her until she
fidgeted in my arms like she was the
offended party, when I was the one who had just been assaulted. “The only thing
you need to fear is me.”
“Because you…” She sighed. “You’re
going to sacrifice me?”
I tried to hold the laugh
in.
But it was all too
ridiculous.
“Yes.” I nodded seriously,
my lips twitching with the urge to smile. “The process will be painless. I’ll
tie your hands and feet to the bedposts — strip you naked, and then plunge an
immortal sword into your heart. You’ll need to repeat the words ut animam meam and then once you drink
my blood — if it accepts you, you will live.”
Her face paled as she
struggled to get out of my arms.
And then I lost it,
dropping her back to her feet, laughing so hard I felt my body shook with it.
“I don’t even remember the
phrase!” Her wild eyes darted between me and the bed, clearly not catching on.
Joke. It was a joke.
“Well,” I lifted a shoulder
and shrugged. “Then I guess you die.”
“But—”
“Better do it quickly, less
pain that way.”
“What about the plants?”
My smile froze. “Either you’re
extremely simple minded or mentally ill. What the hell are you talking about?”
“The—” She tugged at her
low ponytail. “The plants, you know, around the grounds. I take care of them
and Cassius—” Her eyes lit up. “Cassius said I was getting a promotion, so
sorry, but you can’t kill me.”
I grinned. “Okay.”
She frowned.
I was still confused how
she was shielding herself from my essence, but already I was mentally drained
from the energy it took to get her to worship me — instead I returned to my
normal everyday state and held out my hand.
She stared at it.
“Take my hand.”
“No.” She swallowed. “I
think I’ll just wait for Cassius.”
“He’s already mated.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not
mating him.”
“No.” This, this was my
favorite part, watching humans try to logically put together all of the pieces
of the puzzle only to realize their brains were too small to comprehend the
different parts they held, the angles, the colors, “You’re going to mate with
me.”
I expected her to cry.
Maybe throw something.
Instead, she froze and then
with a scream ran head first directly into my body sending me sailing backward
against the marble floor.
I was caught unaware.
Meaning, I barely had time
to stop myself before my head slammed back against the hard ground.
She tried to run toward the
door.
“Cat and mouse.” I sighed
from my position on the ground. “I always did like foreplay.”
She jerked against the
doors with fervor, I’d give her that, but they wouldn’t budge.
Not until she was mine.
Not until the doors sensed
my blood running through her veins.
“Why won’t it open?” Her
voice was strangled as pieces of her hair fell out of its restraint and brushed
against her shoulders. “You can’t keep me here forever.”
“I can.” I yawned. “I will.”
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Rachel
Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling
author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can
find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching
The Bachelor.
She
keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers!
She loves to hear from readers!
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