Ch. 40
My fear and apprehension melt away, replaced by a deep fascination that I can’t quite explain. There’s something about Wake that draws me in, something primal and magnetic. Without thinking, I crawl over to him, my knees pressing into the rocky surface as I reach out and take his face in my hands.
He stiffens, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. “What—”
“Shh,” I whisper, cutting him off. “Please, Wake. I know you’re angry. I am too. And I’m scared, and confused. All I have right now is you. Please,” my voice drops to a pleading whisper, “please let me know you.”
For a moment, he just stares at me, his gaze searching mine as if trying to decide whether to trust me. Then, slowly, he relaxes, closing his eyes and allowing me to touch him.
I trace the shape of his face with my fingertips, learning every line and angle in the dark. His skin is smooth and cool under my touch, with the occasional rough patch where scales haven’t fully shed.
There’s something mesmerizing about it, something that makes me want to explore him further. As my hands move over his cheeks, down his jaw, and along his neck, my touch becomes more sensual, more deliberate.
I let my fingers slide down his neck to his shoulders, feeling the solid strength beneath the surface. My breath catches in my throat as I continue to explore, my hands moving down to his chest, tracing the hard planes of muscle and the ridges of his ribs. The contact is intoxicating, and I can’t help but lean in closer, pressing my lips to his skin.
He makes a sound deep in his chest, a low rumble that’s tantalizingly like a purr. The vibration sends a thrill through me, and I move closer still, kissing him, tasting the sharp tang of shark blood on his tongue. It should be off-putting, but instead, it only heightens my desire. I want him—all of him—in his rawest, most untamed form. In knowing him, maybe I’ll finally be able to understand myself.
Wake pulls me onto his lap, his grip firm but not painful as he holds me against him. Our kisses grow more heated, more urgent, and I lose myself in the sensation of being so close to him. The feel of his body against mine, the way he holds me like I’m something precious—it’s overwhelming in the best possible way.
“You are… maddening, Phoebe,” he grates out between clenched teeth, his voice thick with a mix of frustration and desire.
I weave my fingers through his long hair, marveling at the silky texture. “You pronounced my name properly,” I murmur, and then, without warning, I tug hard on his hair, pulling his head back and exposing the sharp line of his jaw. His lips curl back, revealing his sharp teeth in a feral grin. “I don’t think I like it,” I add, a smirk playing on my lips.
His eyes flash with something dark and dangerous, and his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass, sending a jolt of exquisite pain through me. “You have much to learn, mate. I do as I please.”
I nuzzle his throat with my nose, breathing in his scent—a mix of salt, sea, and something uniquely his. “And what about me?” I challenge, my voice soft and teasing.
His grip tightens, his nails biting into my skin just enough to leave marks. The sensation makes me gasp, a shiver of pain and pleasure running through me. “You also do as I please,” he growls, his voice low and possessive.
I let out a breathy laugh, the sound mingling with the crashing waves outside the cave. “I do have a question,” I say, my tone light but curious. “When you make love to me… is it the same as when you’re with another siren?”
He cocks a brow, clearly intrigued by the question. “Physically?”
I nod, my fingers still tangled in his hair. I’m genuinely curious, and I can’t help but wonder what it’s like for him.
“It is similar,” he explains, his tone thoughtful. “Tails or legs, our species have mostly all the same parts.”
“Mostly?” I echo, my curiosity piqued even further.
He growls softly, his patience wearing thin as he grips me even closer, sliding me higher onto his lap until the crux of my thighs is pressed firmly against the hard length of his erection. “Does your mind never cease, woman?” he asks, his voice rough with desire.
I bite my lip, rolling my hips against him in response. The friction sends sparks of pleasure through me, and I feel a wicked smile curl my lips. “I can be persuaded,” I whisper, my voice sultry as I move against him, teasing him with every shift of my body.
He growls again, a sound that makes my pulse quicken, and I can see the strain in his expression as he tries to control himself. But there’s something deliciously satisfying about pushing him to the edge, about knowing that I have the power to unravel him.
We begin to move together, our bodies pressed close as I ride his lap, my movements slow and deliberate. The anticipation builds with every passing second, the heat between us growing more intense. I can feel the tension in his muscles, the way his hands grip my hips, guiding me, controlling the pace.
“You tease me,” Wake growls, his voice a rough, low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.
“Not yet,” I reply with a smirk, leaning in to brush my lips against his ear. “But I can.”
I slide down his body, feeling the heat of his skin against mine, and position myself between his legs. The feel of his erection pressing against my thigh makes my mouth water, and I look up at him, meeting his gaze with a wicked smile. His eyes are dark, filled with a burning need that sends a thrill through me.
Without breaking eye contact, I take him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him, the saltiness of the sea mixed with something uniquely him. His reaction is immediate—a sharp intake of breath, followed by a low, guttural moan that makes my core tighten with desire.
I work him with my mouth, my hands gripping his hips as I take him deeper, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that has him straining beneath me. The feel of his hands in my hair, the way his body trembles with every touch, every flick of my tongue—it’s intoxicating, and I can’t get enough.
He mutters something in his language, the words thick with need, and I feel his hips start to buck against me, his control slipping as I bring him closer to the edge. The power I feel in this moment, knowing that I’m the one driving him to the brink, is almost overwhelming.
“Phoebe,” he grits out, his voice strained. “Enough.”
But I’m not ready to stop. I want to push him further, to see just how far I can take him before he breaks. I increase the pace, my mouth moving faster, my hand working the base of his shaft as I suck him harder.
His breath hitches, and I know he’s close, teetering on the edge of release. But just as I feel him start to tense, I pull back, letting him slip from my mouth with a wicked smile. The frustration in his eyes is clear, but so is the raw, primal desire that burns just beneath the surface.
“You said I was teasing,” I murmur, licking my lips as I move back up to straddle his lap. “But now I’m ready to give you what you want.”
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