her long for more? Would she die before he filled her completely?
As Rafe’s lips and teeth blazed a path of fire from her breasts downward, Melodie’s body flamed to his touch. Hot searing passion flared within, making her pussy ache. Anticipation of Rafe’s final conquest made her weep for fulfillment. “Please,” she moaned.
“Please what?”
“Let me go.” She longed to run her hands over the hard muscles of his chest, to delve her fingers into his wavy locks, drawing his mouth closer to hers, that she might seal his lips with a kiss.
No. She was there to stop the pirate from killing Busara, not to fuck him, as badly as she wanted to—as badly as she needed to. She’d never given herself to another—human or merman. She’d never felt so compelled to forge that bond to offer herself so brazenly, like any whore in a port tavern.
Busara needed her.
Melodie needed Rafe.
Confusion cleared when the man laying siege to her body dropped to his knees and spread her legs wide, resting one of her thighs over each of his broad shoulders.
Her eyes widened, tremors sweeping through her. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” He smiled up at her, as his face drew closer to her aching core. “I will conquer you, witch, without lifting a sword.”
“Surely you do not mean to—”
“Indeed, I do.” He touched his tongue where his fingers had been, flicking at the swollen nub she’d only recently discovered as a point of extreme sensitivity.
Melodie’s body exploded with a barrage of sensations.
Rafe’s tongue disengaged and he glanced up at her, his brows raised, a superior quirk lifting the corners of his lips. “You will do anything I wish, won’t you?”
Her body hummed and strained toward his magical mouth. “No.”
He strummed her clit again, this time relishing every slow stroke as if tasting of an exquisite dish served on a golden platter.
Melodie cried out, her knees clamping tightly to his ears. “Please, oh please.” Were those her weak cries? Had she sunk so far into lust she’d forgotten her purpose? “You can’t…kill…Busara. Ohhhh, for all that is glorious and wonderful!”
Rafe chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest, vibrations radiating upward from his shoulders into her thighs. Then he touched her again, lapping at her dripping cunt, swirling his tongue through her moistness, making her even wetter. His fingers parted the lobes of her ass and traced the tightly puckered ring around her anus, poking in and out. He tested and taunted her until she feared she would surely go insane before he finally plunged his swollen dagger deep inside her throbbing cunt.
As her body peaked and she thought she would shatter into stardust, Melodie was aware of Rafe’s muscles bunching to rise.
Now he would come into her. Now he would make her one with his body. He slipped her legs from his shoulders to his waist, positioning his cock at her entrance. He leaned forward until his lips brushed the lobe of her ear. “Alas, you will know my mastery.” Then in a short, hard thrust, he slid into her, filling her, stretching her until she thought she would explode, bursting past the thin barrier of her virginity in a single fateful stroke.
“What’s this? A virgin siren?” He made to pull away from her, but Melodie clamped her legs around his waist, slamming him home again.
“Please, let my arms loose that I might touch your body as you have touched mine.”
“You were a virgin?” He frowned, the expression ferocious and at the same time endearing.
“So, I’m not a very experienced siren.” She rubbed his ass with her heels and wiggled her hips, loving the feel of him inside of her. “Please let me go.”
As if in a trance, Rafe loosened the ties binding her wrists.
Her arms ached from being stretched for so long, but she wrapped them around his neck and held tight as he laid her in the sand and covered her with his body.
A delicious ache radiated from her core where he’d been and came again in a long sheathing movement.
She dug her heels in the warm sand and pushed up to meet him, thrust for thrust, the rhythm building to a thunderous crescendo. The alternating slapping and sucking sounds combined with low moans. Was it her or him? Melodie didn’t care. She rode the wave of glory until she crashed into shore in a spectacular burst of pleasure.
Rafe drove into her one last time, burying himself deep inside her, holding tense but steady as his seed pulsed into her womb. When he collapsed in the sand next to her, he gathered her close. “Why?” He kissed her neck, her chin and the tip of her nose. “Why did you sacrifice your virginity?”
“’Twas a small sacrifice to save the cove.”
“You would whore yourself for a tract of land?” He shook his head. “I will kill Busara for sending you to me. She had no right.” He slid from inside her and stood. “I will kill her for sending an innocent to do her dirty work.”
Melodie staggered to her wobbly legs and pressed a hand to Rafe’s chest. “She did what she had to. The cove must be protected at all costs.”
“Why? Just tell me why.” He grasped her waist and held her in place.
“It’s not my secret to tell, but it is important to protect it from human invasion. Whether it be you or the new governor, Lord Braithwaite.”
Rafe’s face suffused with deep red. “You would whore yourself to Braithwaite to protect the cove?”
Melodie hoped that day would never come. “I would whore myself to the devil himself to protect Siren’s Cove.”
“Then to hell with you and to hell with Busara. I will find the entrance to Siren’s Cove and kill the Obeah woman if it’s the last thing I do.” He glanced up at the formidable barrier of the rocks and back to the sea.
The sun peeked over the horizon, spreading a fierce red light across the sparkling ocean.
“Too late.” Melodie smiled at the beautiful sunrise. “When the sun is up, you cannot find the entrance to Siren’s Cove. You will not kill Busara now.”
“You witch!” He marched toward her, his hands out as if to strangle her.
Melodie dove into the sea and swam out a way, willing her body to make the change from woman to mermaid. As her feet merged and her tail formed, she treaded water for one last glimpse of the man who’d captured her soul that night.
“Come back here.” He plowed into the water until he stood waist deep. “You may have fooled me once, but I will return tomorrow and nothing you can do will stop me.”
3
As Melodie dove beneath the surface, Rafe could feel the change come upon him. His legs became one long writhing tail and his lower body coated in the shiny silver scales of the mighty sea serpent. Sunlight penetrated the ocean’s surface reflecting off those hated scales sending shiny spots of light in every direction with each movement. He swam out to where Melodie had been, searching and yet not finding her in the clear blue depths of the sea. How had she escaped him?
No matter how angry he was, he couldn’t help worrying about her welfare. So many dangers lurked in the ocean’s depths. Even among the coral reefs, sharks trolled the waters for an easy dinner. What had happened to her?
Until the sun was at its zenith, he searched for the beautiful Melodie, determined to find her and get her back to shore where she would be safe from creatures like him.
Was she safe in Siren’s Cove? With Braithwaite determined to take the plot of land for his own, was Melodie safe hiding there with the witch Busara? And why were they so fierce in their protection of the