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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. |
The Dark One's Saga
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OH SO SEXY EXCERPT
Mason let out a guttural moan as he shuddered next to me. Hope’s mouth fused to mine, her free hand winding through strands of my hair, tugging them free.
Holy shit.
I locked eyes with Mason while kissing her.
A look of pure steel crossed his features.
We were at an impasse.
She wanted me.
But she needed him in order to get me.
I was selfish enough to be completely on board with him getting used — but at the same time, Mason… had been celibate for over a hundred years.
So the fact that he was getting hit with the force of my arousal coupled with hers? Not to mention that we were mates.
I was surprised he was still standing.
And not panting or at least trying to hump the dresser.
Hell, I was having a hard time not humping the dresser, and she was kissing me — kissing me.
She tasted sweet. I cupped her hips with both hands and cursed as her tongue slipped past my lips.
Her hand still firmly gripping Mason’s.
It wasn’t an unfamiliar situation to be in — and it wasn’t arrogance speaking, just science. All creatures wanted me. I couldn’t help it.
And right now, Mason was having a hell of a time not wanting Hope, even though he knew the rules.
Mine.
My mate.
I had to give him credit — he was holding strong. Not moving an inch while she kissed me, so I allowed myself to close my eyes and drink in her kiss. Just a few more seconds, and then she deepened the kiss, the tips of her breasts pressed up against my chest.
And I lost my freaking mind.
I grabbed her by the ass and pulled her toward me, which caught Mason off guard completely jerking him against her backside.
Leaving her between both of our bodies.
With a shaky sigh, Mason rested his head on the back of hers, his hands sliding down her hips, grazing over my fingertips. I shook as every part of his skin grazed mine before coming into contact with hers.
Swaying on my feet, I broke off the kiss and stared him down.
He gulped as a bead of sweat trickled down his temple and slid down his chin.
Can you handle this?
No.
Honest.
It may kill me.
Good way to go?
You have no. Idea.
Mason took a few ragged breaths and then slowly nodded at me, giving his consent, even if it was going to make him go insane.
I was already halfway there.
Twenty-four hours. Sirens hated going that long.
And Hope? Her taste was addicting.
She blinked up at me. “This works… right?”
Mason grunted behind her.
Guilt flashed across her face.
I tilted her chin up with my thumb. “Trust me, he’s not suffering.”
“Speak for yourself.” Mason gritted out. “I feel… everything.”
Hope looked drugged. Hell, she was probably in little elf heaven. She wasn’t just drunk off of the feel of me — her mate.
She was drunk off the power of being at the mercy of two immortals. Her eyes flickered closed as I ran a hand down her cheek and cupped her neck, and then I shared a look with Mason before he bent down and licked down the side, his tongue slowly ran down to her collarbone. I lunged for that exact spot, tasting the healing properties of his saliva right along with the fresh smell of rain on Hope.
Mason pressed his hand against my back pulling the three of us so tightly together that all I could do was inhale Hope, while watching his resolve crumble before my eyes.
He was losing it.
What did I expect? For Mason? A man more animal than anything? To survive a siren’s mating?
“Hell, Mason.” I gripped his arm. “Focus.”
“I’m trying,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Damn it, tell anyone and I rip your paw from your arm.” I growled before I pulled him closer, until his mouth was inches from mine — and sucked the air between us.
His horrified expression would have been priceless if it wasn’t so necessary that I take away some of his arousal.
“Go ahead,” I encouraged, releasing his finally relaxed body into the arms of Hope’s.
And then I was watching a jealous nightmare come to life, as I shared, not only part of my essence with him, but my mate.
Kiss her, I commanded, able to control his movements since I’d taken control of his passion so fleetingly and infused the air with mine. He wouldn’t be able to help himself, and she’d only feel me — not him. Because in her mind, I was kissing her. I was touching her. And allowing Mason free rein.
Because for a brief few seconds, I’d turned the wolf into a siren.
God, I was good.
When he broke away from her, he was sucking in air as if he hadn’t breathed a day in his life.
I gripped his hand, feeling a tremor of pleasure run through his blood at the contact.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
“The hell you are,” he fired back.
It wasn’t me he was attracted to.
It wasn’t even Hope.
It was the sexually charged air. He couldn’t help himself. In fact, I was surprised that none of the others had made it upstairs.
Ah yes, an orgy. I’d been accused of worse in this house.
It wouldn’t be the first or last time — not that it had happened since everyone had started selfishly mating all over the place.
Hope’s eyes widened as she touched her lips. Both of us approached her on the bed. I placed her on the mattress slowly stripping every inch of clothing from her body while Mason watched.
With each movement, he cursed me.
He finally looked away.
Not that it would help — he still felt us.
He felt it all.
Every lick, I gave her.
Every kiss.
Every wave of pleasure as her hips bucked off the bed.
And still, he held her hand, like a lifeline
Holy shit.
I locked eyes with Mason while kissing her.
A look of pure steel crossed his features.
We were at an impasse.
She wanted me.
But she needed him in order to get me.
I was selfish enough to be completely on board with him getting used — but at the same time, Mason… had been celibate for over a hundred years.
So the fact that he was getting hit with the force of my arousal coupled with hers? Not to mention that we were mates.
I was surprised he was still standing.
And not panting or at least trying to hump the dresser.
Hell, I was having a hard time not humping the dresser, and she was kissing me — kissing me.
She tasted sweet. I cupped her hips with both hands and cursed as her tongue slipped past my lips.
Her hand still firmly gripping Mason’s.
It wasn’t an unfamiliar situation to be in — and it wasn’t arrogance speaking, just science. All creatures wanted me. I couldn’t help it.
And right now, Mason was having a hell of a time not wanting Hope, even though he knew the rules.
Mine.
My mate.
I had to give him credit — he was holding strong. Not moving an inch while she kissed me, so I allowed myself to close my eyes and drink in her kiss. Just a few more seconds, and then she deepened the kiss, the tips of her breasts pressed up against my chest.
And I lost my freaking mind.
I grabbed her by the ass and pulled her toward me, which caught Mason off guard completely jerking him against her backside.
Leaving her between both of our bodies.
With a shaky sigh, Mason rested his head on the back of hers, his hands sliding down her hips, grazing over my fingertips. I shook as every part of his skin grazed mine before coming into contact with hers.
Swaying on my feet, I broke off the kiss and stared him down.
He gulped as a bead of sweat trickled down his temple and slid down his chin.
Can you handle this?
No.
Honest.
It may kill me.
Good way to go?
You have no. Idea.
Mason took a few ragged breaths and then slowly nodded at me, giving his consent, even if it was going to make him go insane.
I was already halfway there.
Twenty-four hours. Sirens hated going that long.
And Hope? Her taste was addicting.
She blinked up at me. “This works… right?”
Mason grunted behind her.
Guilt flashed across her face.
I tilted her chin up with my thumb. “Trust me, he’s not suffering.”
“Speak for yourself.” Mason gritted out. “I feel… everything.”
Hope looked drugged. Hell, she was probably in little elf heaven. She wasn’t just drunk off of the feel of me — her mate.
She was drunk off the power of being at the mercy of two immortals. Her eyes flickered closed as I ran a hand down her cheek and cupped her neck, and then I shared a look with Mason before he bent down and licked down the side, his tongue slowly ran down to her collarbone. I lunged for that exact spot, tasting the healing properties of his saliva right along with the fresh smell of rain on Hope.
Mason pressed his hand against my back pulling the three of us so tightly together that all I could do was inhale Hope, while watching his resolve crumble before my eyes.
He was losing it.
What did I expect? For Mason? A man more animal than anything? To survive a siren’s mating?
“Hell, Mason.” I gripped his arm. “Focus.”
“I’m trying,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Damn it, tell anyone and I rip your paw from your arm.” I growled before I pulled him closer, until his mouth was inches from mine — and sucked the air between us.
His horrified expression would have been priceless if it wasn’t so necessary that I take away some of his arousal.
“Go ahead,” I encouraged, releasing his finally relaxed body into the arms of Hope’s.
And then I was watching a jealous nightmare come to life, as I shared, not only part of my essence with him, but my mate.
Kiss her, I commanded, able to control his movements since I’d taken control of his passion so fleetingly and infused the air with mine. He wouldn’t be able to help himself, and she’d only feel me — not him. Because in her mind, I was kissing her. I was touching her. And allowing Mason free rein.
Because for a brief few seconds, I’d turned the wolf into a siren.
God, I was good.
When he broke away from her, he was sucking in air as if he hadn’t breathed a day in his life.
I gripped his hand, feeling a tremor of pleasure run through his blood at the contact.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
“The hell you are,” he fired back.
It wasn’t me he was attracted to.
It wasn’t even Hope.
It was the sexually charged air. He couldn’t help himself. In fact, I was surprised that none of the others had made it upstairs.
Ah yes, an orgy. I’d been accused of worse in this house.
It wouldn’t be the first or last time — not that it had happened since everyone had started selfishly mating all over the place.
Hope’s eyes widened as she touched her lips. Both of us approached her on the bed. I placed her on the mattress slowly stripping every inch of clothing from her body while Mason watched.
With each movement, he cursed me.
He finally looked away.
Not that it would help — he still felt us.
He felt it all.
Every lick, I gave her.
Every kiss.
Every wave of pleasure as her hips bucked off the bed.
And still, he held her hand, like a lifeline
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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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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