The Siren Series 1: Ember (7 page)

“What is your name, concubine?”

What?
Ruby thought in the fuzziness of
her state of mind. She realized in the last pocket of lucidness
that remained buried in her psyche that she should be trying to
escape this stranger with flames for eyes. But the longer she was
in his presence, the less she wanted to flee. It felt like she had
waited her entire life to be held in this safe heat, bathed in the
warmth of him in this moment.

Instead of fighting like a sane girl would have,
she answered, “Ruby,” in a breathy voice.

“Perfect,” he murmured, pressing her harder into
the wall until the roughness of the brick bit back into her flesh,
the low threshold of pain it ignited was the perfect complement to
the heat of his mouth.

“Say yes, my Ruby,” he said in a seductive
command, kissing a trail of soft pecks that were instantly too hot
and simultaneously perfect.

No.
“Yes,” she said too softly for anyone
mortal to hear.

He was not mortal. He heard everything in that
one word. What Ruby said... and what she did not.

Her fear fell away under the spell of his
nearness. It chased her earlier terror like flames to gasoline.

Instead of feeling fear Ruby wondered what it
would feel like to have that flaming tongue on her pussy, plugging
her virgin hole with searing fire.

Ruby didn't have to wait long for her silent
wish. Grasping the back of her thighs, he spread her against the
wall. Her back was flat on the cold and slightly gritty surface,
her ass held against the spot as his hands pressed her lower body
and pushed her legs wider, his tongue going right for her core.

Ruby relaxed when she should have stopped him,
moving herself toward his mouth as he came for her.

“Too hot,” she gasped as she felt him lick her
wide open snatch like an open flower seeking the sun, his tongue
was a wet flame on her sensitive lips and she bucked at the
sensitivity of the contact, hot and perfect, searing.

Ruby was shy and turned inward by nature, her
deepest soul sad, seeking joy that forever eluded her.

This stranger rescued her from certain rape and
was now giving her a heated pleasure Ruby had never dreamed
possible. Unbelievable that she'd been without. It was as if his
tongue had always been on her, that it fit the contours of her
deepest secret perfectly, without instruction.

She plunged her hands into his deep red hair,
black in the artificial light from the streetlamp, the glorious
color washed to ink in the gloom and Ruby relaxed against him even
as she pushed his face deeper into her soft moist heat.

When he stabbed the torch of his tongue inside
her wet channel she moaned, her hips thrusting forward.

Ruby felt a smolder start on her skin.

“I'm burning you,” he growled against her
snatch, lapping and plunging, plunging and lapping.

Ruby was on fire, just on the finest edge of
pain when his face lifted and his finger rose, an actual flame at
its tip.

“No,” Ruby whispered, spreading her thighs
wider, her body proving her words a lie.

“I won't hurt you,” he said, the flame of his
eyes flaring. “It will bring you.” Then his finger slid deeply
inside her, striking the barrier of her virginity like a match and
her hips bucked as Ruby gave a wailing shriek into the night as a
wave of heated pleasure burnt from the deepest recesses of her body
and flared out to the tips of her extremities.

“You are untried,” he said in startled awe, his
deep eyes falling to the flat flame color of a sunset sliding into
night.

A different kind of heat flared, roaring up to
redden Ruby's cheeks, her pale skin pink in the shroud of the
darkest part of the night.

“Yes,” she said, interpreting his old-fashioned
speech, mortified by his discovery.

“You're a precious jewel, your name was
well-chosen,” he said, cupping her face and drawing her in against
his body, her pussy against his waist, his arm cradling her ass
against his front as her bare legs wrapped his waist and her hole
still throbbed from the penetration of his fire.

He opened his mouth to say something more when
the cops dragged out the men that would have hurt her.

Who surely hurt Irene,
Ruby gave a small shiver thinking about it.

The man who had just torn her first orgasm from
her hid Ruby's body from the police as they crammed reluctant heads
into the back of cruisers, banging a few roughly as they did.

A cop turned and stared into the muddied colors
of the alley where Flame Eyes stood. “Who's there?” he called out,
raising up on his toes and holding the light over his head,
sweeping it back and forth.

They moved more deeply into the shadows and the
cop flicked his flashlight farther into the gloom as the others
finished with piling the criminals in the cop cars.

He came closer and for reasons unknown, Ruby hid
more deeply in the shadow of her savior's body, the heat of him
warming her skin as the cold tried to suck her warmth.

Then the light speared her eyes and she turned
her head into his chest, instantly remembering she was naked and
vulnerable.

“What the fuck,” the cop breathed, stabbing his
flashlight into his utility belt. “Let the girl go, freak,” the cop
said.

“I think not,” Fire Eyes replied.

Suddenly, that abiding heat that had been there
was sucked away from her and a void of cold poured into where the
warmth had been.

“Don't think, pal, just hand her over.” His
weapon cleared his holster and he came at who held her.

The heat receded further, like the tide leaving
the shore. Then without warning it flooded over the cop and his gun
hand.

First it melted the barrel back like a flower
turned inside out, the bullets popping like firecrackers with the
heat and with a howling yelp, the cop dropped the gun on the
street.

“Go or burn,” her seducer said, slipping his arm
deeper underneath Ruby's moist part, her legs still wrapped around
his waist, her face buried in his chest. The material of his sleeve
rasped against her soft heat and she moaned helplessly at the
tenderness her orgasm had made of the location, swollen still with
her arousal.

“You distracting minx,” the stranger said, his
voice holding the same fire his eyes did. If fire could speak, it
would have been encapsulated in that voice. Yet, there was humor
when he said it, he liked the effect he had on her.

“Leave,” he repeated to the cop.

The cop would have made Irene's Slow Learner
List, stepping forward with his baton naked in his hand, raising it
above and close to the stranger.

Ruby had felt the heat before, thinking it
hot.

It came now in a blistering wave, covering
everything and everyone.

Ruby was encased in the oven-like warmth, it
stole her breath and caused the small hairs on her neck to rise in
supernatural response.

She watched the cop's face melt off.

Ruby would never forget the vision as his flesh
became liquid, sliding off his face like soup.

She gagged at the smell and her rescuer turned
her chin away from the scene of the burning cop as he screamed from
a mouth now devoid of teeth. Soon even his gurgled pleas were lost
as his tongue was consumed by fire.

The other cops ran to their fallen and burning
comrade.

But they were gone, Flame Eyes had taken Ruby a
safe distance away from the charred remains of an officer who had
sworn to protect and serve.

The woods sucked at their heat as he moved her
through the forest, singeing the branches in his wake.

They came to a wide spot in the woods and he put
her on her feet, the heat that came from his body like a
cocoon.

Ruby stood naked and painfully fragile before
him, the sensory memory of his tongue and mouth on her pussy still
felt, causing her cheeks to warm again, but not from heat.

“Do not be ashamed. You are perfect,” he said
with such conviction she found herself almost believing him.

“Who... what?” Ruby asked.

He smiled, his eyes flaring at the emotion he
felt. That's when Ruby realized that his eyes were all the diverse
colors of true flame. They had been blue when he had lit the cop up
like a tiki torch.

Ruby swallowed loudly.

“I am Brolach,” he said.

Ruby looked at him and when the thing that
revealed what he actually was came into sight she was rooted to the
spot in terror.

A long tail with a heart-shaped tip rose behind
Brolach, she couldn't make out the color but if pressed would have
to guess-- red. In the darkness of the night, it was pigeon's blood
ruby, so deep a red it appeared black except in the closest of
observations.

Ruby backed up and he nodded. “I am a warrior of
Hades.”

Oh shit,
Ruby thought,
he was some
kind of devil or something.
Images doubled in front of her eyes
and she became light-headed.

She'd just let a demon eat her out.

“There, there... Ruby,” he patted her head,
which was now between her knees, “it's not as bad as all this,” he
said soothingly.

She looked up quickly and he had small,
sharpened horns on his head, also deep red.

Oh yes, it was this fucking bad,
Ruby
groaned inside her head.

Then the vampires and other weirdos showed up
and things went to hell in a hand basket in a hurry with a chaser
of crazy.

And Ruby was still naked.

Things weren't looking up.

CHAPTER 6

Brandon felt like he'd been sucker punched when
he rounded the corner of a collapsed fence, heaving himself over it
with a well-practiced jump and came face to face with...

Who the fuck knew.

One thing he did know was that badass dude had
caused even the evil Constantine to slow his pace and the Mer
warriors fanned out to encircle the creature that was there.

Brandon sucked in a breath when he saw the girl
standing like a pale and breakable shadow against the body of heat
personified.

Naked.

It was the most fucked up time in the world for
him to get a first class hard-on. But of course, he
so
did,
his boner of epic proportions standing at attention, the tip
finding that girl like a stud dog to a bitch in heat.

Fuck me,
Brandon thought.

He took in the huge male, clearly
other
and thought
, is that heat coming off
him?

Brandon watched the vapor waver all around
the guy's brutal face, as big as any Druid Brandon had ever fought
beside, rivaling even his Exotic advisor, Tarrin.

Christ on a crutch he was huge.

And he had a freakin' tail. Brandon scrubbed
his face thinking maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him but it
was Constantine that opened the conversation as Brandon tried to
think of fucking nuns or whatever would quell his wood.

“
You are far from your oven,
eh?” Constantine asked and Brandon noticed he no longer had the
gills of the Mer on his neck like the other warriors.

Ember stepped forward and Madden blocked her
progress. “No, Ember... we do not know if he abides by the treaty
or if he is a renegade.”

Ember stared at the male that held a pale
girl against him. She was naked and clasped loosely against the
front of him.

She was also of Maiden blood.

Ember spoke through the heat which separated
the supernaturals, “Warlord of Hades, release the Maiden to our
charge,” Ember said.

Nice greeting
, Brandon
thought, holding in a snicker and grateful he had won the war with
his dick. Nothing like a battle about ready to ensue to get over
the momentary naked girl situation.

The male's tail, thick and black, flicked
like an agitated cat behind him and his hand moved down the girl's
flat stomach, her pale skin holding some of that same glow that
Ember's did, but more muted.

He dipped a finger into the slit of her sex
and Brandon's arousal came back to life again in a rush and she
whimpered.

It was cold water on his cock.

Brandon didn't know if she wanted him
fingering her, it stirred the Druid part of him to life instantly.
The instinct to protect roared to life.

“
No,” he said to Ember in a
flat voice, spreading the girl's parts a little, practically peeing
in the corners to stake his ownership of her. Everywhere he touched
her, the skin reddened, just shy of blistering.

Holy fuck
, this guy was
burning her, Brandon realized.

“
Take your hands away from
her, fire pimp,” Madden growled, taking his dagger-sized trident
out of its sheath.

The smell of the sea surrounded Brandon and
his neck ached. He surmised that if he'd been closer to the sea,
gills would have burst from his throat, the presence of the Mer
bringing their shared blood to the surface of his being.

Instead, it made him sense the blood of the
maidens and the male who held her took the finger that had been
rubbing her small nub, as her breathing increased and he placed it
in his mouth as he sucked her juices off his digging digit.

Smoke came out of his mouth as if he'd put
the fire of that dipping finger out.

Ruby let him have his way with her pussy in
front of the weirdos. Just like her entire life had been lived on
instinct; escaping with the barest fraction of safety, she let that
moment rule her. Deep inside her she knew this beast did not mean
to harm her, that somehow she was allowing something pivotal to
happen.

Brolach had every opportunity to hurt her,
yet he did not. He'd saved her from a fate worse than death.

Brolach put up that finger and every male's
eyes tracked it, they scented the delicious maiden, their restraint
at the smell of a female of rare lineage a tease to their
senses.