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“I feel like I could stay up here forever,” she said. “I wish I could.”
“Some legends say that we end up among the stars when we die.”
“Ours say that we dwell in the sea forevermore, floating on the currents.”
He reached down and took her hand, holding it to his chest. The gesture made her feel strangely shy, and she was glad of the dark and that she faced the heavens. The heat from the rock seeped into her body, relaxing her muscles.
“If you knew your days were numbered, how would you prefer to spend your remaining time?” she asked in a pensive voice. “I mean, what would you like to do?”
“Honestly?”
“Yeah.”
“This,” he replied quietly. “I’d do this.”
Riella’s chest quaked. The sensation felt new but also achingly natural, and she didn’t speak, because she worried that if she did, she would cry. Jarin held her hand tighter, rubbing his thumb back and forth on her palm.
All her life, Riella had only ever viewed humans from the outside. From her vantage point, they seemed like illogical and brash creatures. But she was learning more and more that a deep undercurrent of passion accounted for their perceived madness. Humans had different, more complicated bonds to navigate than sirens. Family and friends and lovers.
Jarin seemed to have a particularly complicated emotional tapestry, despite his insistence that he was just a simple pirate. He was an outcast, his mother was a murderer, and he fought to usurp his mentor, Artus. And now, he lay on a warm rock in the dark with a siren, his sworn enemy.
“Tell me a nice memory of your mother,” said Riella after some time. “If you have them?”
“I do.” He paused. “You know, I don’t think anyone’s ever asked me that before. Everyone assumes she’s a demon. All bad, all the time. Sometimes I feel guilty for even thinking about good memories of her.”
Jarin exhaled. “Well, she used to tell me stories about where she grew up, in Morktland. A place made of ice and snow. Of course, growing up in Zermes, I’d never seen proper snow, but it sounded magical and I really wanted to, especially during the festive season. One night, on the eve of Yule, my father woke me in the early hours and brought me outside. It was snowing, as if we were in another world. There were great snowy drifts on the ground and icicles on the trees and flurries dancing through the air. My mother had learned how to conjure snow from the sky. And in her typical excessive style, she did not just conjure it. She covered the whole land in it. The High Magus was furious and she was punished severely, but she didn’t care. She said it was worth it to see the look on my face. She was brilliant, and unstoppable, like a wildfire.” He swallowed. “Unstoppable by anything, except her own heart.”
“What a tragedy. For one so talented to fall prey to madness.”
“Can’t have one side of the coin without the other, I suppose. Duality exists in all of nature. Land and sea, dark and light.”
“Sirens and pirates,” said Riella with a smile.
He squeezed her hand. “Aye. Sirens and pirates.”
Her attraction to Jarin was peculiar, given their traditional hatred and distrust of one another. But their opposing natures seemed to stoke the passion between them, not lessen it. Was that why she craved him in a way she didn’t quite understand? Was he the land to her sea?
The familiar recklessness of her nature stole over her. Riella pushed herself up and threw a leg over his body, lowering herself to straddle him. A slow smirk started on one side of his mouth, his white teeth gleaming. His hands found her hips, and his sex hardened beneath her as his blood flowed rapidly to his groin.
Trailing her fingertips over the fabric of his shirt, lightly grazing his skin, she admired him. His strong tanned arms, chiseled jaw dark with stubble, broad tattooed chest. Deep, intense gray-green eyes, like the ocean right before a storm.
Wanting to see more of him, she sank her talons into the fabric of his shirt. Once she’d hooked them in, she tore the shirt off, leaving the material in shreds on the stone beside him. She ran her hot palms over his muscular chest, feeling the thump of his heart under the tuft of dark hair. With her touch, she memorized his solid pectorals, strong shoulders, and prominent abdominal muscles. She traced the line of hair leading down the center of his stomach to the top of his trousers.
Holding his gaze, she removed her dress, slowly pulling it over her head. With a teasing smile, she let the dress dangle from her hand for a moment before dropping it on the remains of his shirt, then eased herself out of her underwear. Naked, she enjoyed the feel of the ocean breeze and Jarin’s intense stare on her bare skin.
His engorged cock strained against the confines of his pants. Riella giggled, enjoying the power she had over him. Wriggling her hips, she ground her own throbbing sex against his, eliciting a moan from Jarin. Her blood tingled with desire, her skin ultra-sensitive to every sensation. Her pink nipples hardened in the night air and warmth poured through her core.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Jarin dug his fingers into her hips, gripping her so hard that she gasped. He drove his bulge against her, lifting her off the ground. A small moan escaped her throat.
In response, she grabbed his wrists, yanked them off her hips and slammed them into the stone over his head. She leaned over him, her platinum hair tickling her breasts and falling over his face and chest. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, his eyes hazy and half-mad with desire.
“Gods,” he said huskily. “You really are perfect.”
She climbed up farther, so that her knees pinned his wrists to the stone and she was kneeling upright over him. He gazed as if mesmerized at her pink slit directly over his face, his forearm muscles taut under her knees.
Riella tilted her head back, the stars sparkling like a million diamonds in the sky. She lowered her body onto his face, his eager mouth greeting her parted entrance with a guttural moan. Jarin swirled his tongue around her slick folds, then slid it back and forth over her pulsing clit. Her head still tilted back, she ran her fingertips over her erect nipples, amazed at how they seemed to be connected to her clit by currents of pleasure.
He dipped his tongue into her tight opening, making her rock suddenly forward with the shock of how good it felt. She grabbed his dark hair with both hands and rode his mouth, her juices of arousal spilling down her thighs and drenching his face. His fists clenched and unclenched the air, unable to move anything except his mouth and tongue.
