The Siren Series 1: Ember (6 page)

Madden knew who the young Siren/Druid was. He
could still taste the mother on his tongue, the kiss they'd shared
as fresh on his lips as the day they'd shared it two years ago.

He stepped between the two vampire as the young
one placed Ember on her feet.

There was a maiden who needed saving, these two
opposing males would need to come together to see the duty through.
For to ignore the Siren's call of a female meant you were not Mer
enough to be allowed to live.

So sayeth the Mother.

*

Ruby could feel the effects of the Ibuprofen as
the sharp ache in her back gave way to dullness as the medicine
softened the inevitable swelling from the blow.

She had rolled on the scrap of costume that
would be the extent of her wardrobe and waited in the dark recesses
of the stage for her number to cue her to begin and smelled the
familiar musty scent of velvet drapes that had once heralded actual
cinematic presentations, when the old building hosted the rich of
the era.

Now that opulence had slid into disrepair, the
old girl's slip was showing, the faded and ornate wallpaper
absorbing the lustful grunts of patrons who no longer came to hear
the poetry of Shakespeare uttered on stage, but to see live tail
shake from society's miserables. Women who for one reason or
another, took their clothes off for money. And the men who were
indifferent to the quiet desperation that motivated them.

Ruby tried to shake off the abbreviated beating
she'd been gifted earlier by Fred. Because she knew that there
might be one in the audience watching her that scared her even more
than Fred.

She thought of him as Demon Eyes. Ruby felt like
all others didn't notice the low flame that burned in his gaze. His
hair was of deepest red, a shade not found in nature with eyes that
were just that much darker, burgundy fire.

The music jarred her out of her reverie and Ruby
sashayed on stage as the deep bass of the music shook and thrummed
in her chest, the low droning beat never changing. Her number or
the next girl's number didn't matter. They moved to the beat,
snakes in heat, slithering in their glittered costumes of rampant
sex.

Ruby moved with the music, imagining the
churning sea as she did, her eyes at half-mast to close out the
raucous crowd of men as they hollered for her to bare her
breasts.

She did, tearing the glittering catsuit down to
her waist, her small and perfectly formed breasts popping out of
the costume like small pearls, the costume a shimmering ring of
material at her hips.

Ruby jiggled her tits and swept a shapely and
muscled leg up high above her head, letting the drooling men catch
a glance at her secret flesh bisected by a string of shining
material as it cleaved her ass and pussy while she danced and she
heard one guy in the audience groan as he discreetly climaxed into
his empty beer cup.

Ruby swore she could hear the sound of his meat
hitting his palm and swallowed against the bile that rose in
response to what passed for a normal exotic dance shift.

When she spun perfectly to land on one knee and
slid into the splits at the end of the half moon platform of the
stage, her eyes met
his
and her heart leapt in her chest in
a sickening stutter.

Those eyes lit on her body, the fire of his gaze
searing a path along her pale hair and lingering where her wounded
back begged for respite, his face becoming hard and she dropped her
eyes before she saw more. Ruby sprung up from the splits in a
smooth pirouette from her ballet days and worked the pole, giving
the men her smooth back, the fine muscles in play like rippled
marble as she did a flawless spread and grind against the cool
metal. Ruby's small hand held her safely in a death grip on the
pole and she ended her set with her head tipped back, a pale wave
of hair in a cascading tumble over the end of the platform within
touching distance of the pervs who hooted and hollered for the last
part of her performance.

Her leg was hooked on the pole and her abs
clenched as her back howled in protest and she allowed the strength
of her belly and legs to draw her up tightly against the pole for
her grand finale move.

Ruby tore her panties off, the small,
strategically placed Velcro resisting just enough for dramatic
effect.

The screams of the men as she tossed the floss
of cloth behind her without a backward glance was deafening,
effectively drowning out the music.

When a hand grabbed her hair before she could
escape, Ruby screamed.

Then she was sucked under in a sea of groping
hands and probing digits.

It wasn't the sea of her choice, but rather the
scum of men that covered her like a perverted ocean.

The eyes of flame were the last she saw before
Ruby was sucked under.

CHAPTER 5

Demon

A finger pushed itself inside Ruby before she
could utter a sound.

Not that it would've mattered anyway, there was
a hand covering her mouth.

Then the horrible attacker screamed, “Oh my god,
she's got herself a cherry in her pussy!” he chortled in glee,
savagely pressing against her barrier.

Ruby did cry then. It was the only thing she had
left. After surviving beatings, emotional whippings, struggling to
have enough money to eat... to live.

Just existing and nothing more for months that
had slid into years....

She had been brought low on the sticky,
cum-laden floor of a place she loathed working in, a stranger's
finger shoved where no man's flesh had ever been, discovering the
last precious thing that she owned.

It was hers goddammit. He had no right
,
Ruby screamed inside her mind, jerking away from his probing
fingers.

Just as he would spear that last thing Ruby held
with a tenuous despair that bordered true desperation, a fist drove
into her attacker's temple and that wretched finger slipped out of
the slit between her legs as he slid to the side like a fallen
domino.

She choked back a sob at the sliver of hope that
knocked at the door of her mind.

More hands came to take his place and Ruby
kicked the nearest one. He struck her, rocking her face back as
Ruby struggled through the limbs reaching and grasping at her boobs
and pussy as she squirmed to get away.

A deep voice interrupted the very atmosphere of
the room, full of heat, it charred the air as it stroked her ears
with its paradox of dulcet sounds.

“Move away from the girl,” the voice said and
the hands fell away like melting wax and Ruby gave a relieved gasp
as she lay there naked and hurting, her palms trembling under the
weight of her body as she struggled to get up, shock settling in
like an old friend.

When strong arms came around her she struggled.
“Be still, I wish you no harm.”

She instinctively knew that voice belonged to
the man with fire eyes.

Ruby stood there with his arms around her then
protectively pulling her behind him.

As Ruby was half-carried backwards, she caught
the empty stares of the males that had been ready to gang bang her.
The bouncer was primed to stand by and watch the whole thing go
down.

Fred had been part of that crowd.

He'd finally decided to make good with his
threat to fuck her if she didn't hand it over willingly.

Ruby's eyes shifted to the stage, where a
stunned Irene stood in the middle, not sure if she should dance,
retreat or get Fred.

It didn't matter, the spell that had somehow
come over the men through supernatural command retreated and they
became aware before she was to the door and safely outside. Ruby
watched their personalities filling those vacant eyes with life.
Intent. The male that had saved her stopped, then said a word she
didn't understand. Uttering a second directive to the losers that
would have tortured her.

It caused the unrequited lust of the male's eyes
that were once again latched onto Ruby's body... to shift to
Irene.

Irene wasn't a slow learner apparently and
squealed when she realized that control of the crowd had been
breached and she was the new target.

It had been all fun and games when the virginal
Ruby had been the victim. Irene had watched with a sort of lazy
fascination as the men in the crowd had dragged her off the pole
dance platform. That stupid bitch couldn't think for herself. She
wouldn't hump Fred like Irene did. Didn't the dumbshit know that if
she fucked Fred, he would go easy on her?

Gawd
, Irene thought,
I need another
line
... as she watched the first of ten men climb the stage.
She knew she couldn't outrun them.

Irene was used to giving up. Giving
it
up.

Her eyes met Ruby's as she was swept out the
door by a massive guy who came in once in awhile, ignoring all
others, with eyes only for the high and mighty Ruby.

When the first rough hand pinched her nipple
through her sheer dancer's outfit, Irene realized Ruby was gonna be
the one to suffer tonight. That guy was a creep.

His eyes especially. He had that stuck up bitch
now. Irene gave a cruel smile at the thought as the first wave of
men took her down to the floor of the stage.

Irene didn't fight them as the first one stuffed
his dick into her pussy, ramming it home with an excited shout.
Irene grunted at the force of the thrust, her body sliding against
the unforgiving surface. She knew she was a slut and felt it was
her duty to take the abuse, that's why the dancer's job was such a
great fit. Irene danced like hell but fucked like a champ. She
spread her legs wider as he pumped frenetically inside her. Irene's
snatch gradually grew wet from the deep hammering.

Fred watched from the stage, his cock hardening
in anticipation. Once in awhile he let the crowd take charge, it
was such a turn on. Too bad that pale bitch couldn't have been the
one. Fred had gotten a load of that dude that had dragged her off.
He could only hope that the guy plowed a path home in every hole
that proud bitch had.

It made Fred happy to think about how she'd
service that stranger. He looked like he took no prisoners. In
Fred's fantasies, he tied Ruby down and tortured her with anything
he could put in her then slapped her around some. Yeah, that would
be a perfect treatment for that highfalutin bitch.

When the fifth guy was done with Irene's soaked
pussy, Fred shoved what would've been the sixth guy outta the way
to get a piece of that cum-filled hole. Irene tried to close her
legs and protest, slapping at his arms and pushing at his chest.
His little slut Irene was not
feeling it
.
Tough titty
said the kitty, she had a wet pussy and she didn't want him to fuck
her which just jacked him up further, it was a couldn't-be-beat
combo,
Fred thought with satisfaction
.
He shot a slap off that echoed when it landed on one of her cheeks
and threw her hands above her head, clamping her wrists with one of
his large hands as he strained above her for a moment. He found her
moist heat easily and thrust with the precision of long time
practice. Fred could hardly get two strokes in when he let loose in
the slut. His load shot out of him and deeply into her. Irene was
wet and ready like he liked, Fred rode her highway of cum, trying
to reach her guts through her cunt.

Fred was so deeply distracted by his attack on
his employee that he missed the scuffling and new bodies pouring
into the club.

The cops wrecked everything when some dumb fuck
gave them the tip off. They actually pulled Fred off Irene before
he was done.

Bastards.
He hadn't been quite
finished getting off yet
, he thought sullenly, as the cold
metal of the cuffs bit into his meaty wrists.

Fred looked down at Irene.

She no longer had a care in the world.

Dead or unconscious, Fred didn't know. He didn't
give two shits and a fuck as the cops used their batons on the men
that were hastily jerking on jeans.

They fell where they stood, beaten for their
violence against a woman ignored by the masses.

*

Ruby

Ruby should have been freezing, they were deeply
into autumn now, a damp chill part of everything they breathed,
touched. She was against her rescuer, if that was what he could be
called, as he acted the part of incubator. Built perfectly to keep
her warm from his proximity alone.

She was dizzy, he was moving quicker than Ruby
could keep track of. Ruby was aware of their heated movement, fast
and molten, like sliding lava. Suddenly, he held her against the
dampness of the seedy building she worked in.

Had
worked in. There was no going back to
that mess. Ruby had barely managed the surprise beatings, the
slurs, but she hadn't counted on the potential attack. Ruby didn't
work to die. There was no safety net in that. Nobody had her
back.

They just wanted to abuse her.

It was time for her to run again.

But right now, she was held by flesh so hot it
almost burned the skin where it touched and she melted beneath it,
though she was nude and should have been cold, she panted from the
mirage of heat.

Ruby knew she should be afraid but as she stood
there, pinned against the wall, with the stranger's knee a
placeholder against her slightly spread legs, she could feel her
pussy lips parting to accommodate the slightly bony appendage
underneath the muscle. It ground into the tender button of her
pleasure and Ruby moaned as she met his eyes. They were a beautiful
burning red-orange up close. Like a sunset on fire.

Ruby felt herself falling into their depths.

He cupped her face. “I have searched for one
that may withstand my heat.” Those fire eyes flared and Ruby gasped
in surprise, the beautiful sunset fire stoked to gold and he
stroked her face with a light touch, the finger lighting a flame
that seared then cooled as the trail of molten heat left a path in
its wake.