Masters of Desire. Layla Chase
Apparently she didn’t know of him or his curse or she’d have run screaming by now. Surely Busara sent her with enough knowledge to lure him away from Siren’s Cove, but no information about his true nature. Now, he would lure her into trusting him and turn the tables on her. For he fully intended to kill Busara to break the ungodly spell.
Even with the limited light of the starry night, he could tell the siren’s skin was darker than the fashionable pearly white of English ladies. The contrast to her spun-gold hair would surely be remarkable in the light of day and he found himself wanting to wake to the sunrise and her lying next to him. How beautiful would this woman be by daylight?
“If I remove my hand, do you promise you will not sing and bewitch me once again?” He lowered his hand enough for her to move her lips, his other hand skimming over the triangle of soft curls at the juncture of her thighs.
“I promise not to sing.” Her voice was breathy, as though she didn’t have full control over her words and thoughts.
He dropped his hand from her mouth, although she failed to promise not to bewitch. Her omission titillated his senses with the possibilities and his cock rose to nudge her rounded bottom. With both hands now free to roam, he splayed them across her belly and raised them until they rested beneath her plump breasts. “What is your name, witch?”
“Melodie.” She sucked in a sharp breath, her ribs expanding against his palms. Did she feel the pull of attraction as strongly as he? He tweaked her nipple.
Melodie gasped.
“I am Rafe, the captain of the Serpent’s Curse. Do I frighten you, Melodie?” He liked that her name fit her musical voice and the siren’s song she’d used to lure him away from his destination.
“No.” Her back stiffened and she leaned away from his chest. “I’m afraid of no man.”
“Then why did you gasp when I touched you?” He lifted his hand, cupping one voluptuous mound. His thumb traced circles around the puckered nipple.
“I didn’t gasp.” When he rolled the tip between his thumb and forefinger, she sucked in another breath.
“Sounded suspiciously like a gasp to me.”
“So I gasped.” Her head lolled back until it rested against his chest. “That doesn’t prove I’m afraid of you or any other man.”
He tipped his head forward to capture one of her shell-like earlobes between his teeth, moving so close his cock wedged into the crack of her ass. Sandwiched between the firm cheeks, he hardened into steel. His tongue toyed with her ear before he blew a warm breath across the damp lobe and her neck.
She trembled, goose bumps rising to add to the delightful pucker of her aureoles. Her hips swayed, causing her bottom to rub against his prick.
His hands dove downward. One cupped her sex, a long, rough finger delving between the folds. “Do you fear yourself?”
Avoiding his question, she asked one of her own. “Why do you wish to kill Busara?”
His lips tightened and his cock almost wilted at his reasons, but for the silky smoothness of her skin rubbing against him. “That is my business.”
“Well now it is mine as well. As you might have guessed, Busara sent me to stop you.”
Rafe nodded. “I’d assumed as much. But you will not deter me for long. I will kill the hag and break the curse she set upon me.”
“She cursed you?” Melodie stepped away from him. “You must have done something extremely dreadful for her to curse you.”
“I did nothing more than what was my right as governor of Mystique Island. I asked that she remove herself and her magic from Siren’s Cove to open it for ships to enter.” He stood straighter.
Melodie’s eyes widened and her hand covered her lips. “You would take the cove away from us—uh, her?” From wide-eyed fear to fiery anger, she changed in the blink of an eye. “You can’t, you thieving pirate!” She flew at him with the force of a fierce kitten, ready to claw his eyes out.
Rafe grabbed her wrists and held them high above her head.
Her breasts rose and fell with every raging breath she took. She stood close enough to him that he could capture one nipple between his teeth. The siren need not sing to capture his attention. Her womanly attributes had his full focus. “You’re right. I cannot. Not with the curse she’s placed on me. She’s forced me into the life of a fugitive, a pirate.”
“What’s with you humans, anyway? Do you always take, take, take? Have you never thought to let the innocent be at peace?” She kicked out, landing her bare heel against his shins.
With a grunt, Rafe spun her, slamming her back against the boulder she’d been on when he found her. In another swift movement, he snatched her wrap from the sand and twisted her wrists in the garment. Then he snagged the garment over a protrusion of jagged rocks just above her head, effectively hanging her by her wrists, her feet barely touching the sand.
Melodie had to get free of this monster. He could easily leave her hanging on the rocks until someone found her. In the meantime, the menace could attack and kill Busara and steal the cove, killing the precious treasure within.
Yet staring at the broad shoulders, narrow waist, and straining cock of her captor, Melodie’s desire reared its sultry head. With her nakedness splayed against the rock, she was completely subjugated to his whim. The walls of her pussy dripped in anticipation of him forcing himself upon her, fucking her until she cried out for more.
What was she thinking? Had she lost her mind? “Let me down at once!” Melodie kicked at the air, twisting and turning in an attempt to free her hands.
“No. Not until you get a few facts straight.” He stood back far enough to remain out of range of her flailing feet and knees.
The more she wiggled, the tighter her bindings twisted around her wrists. Finally, she quit fighting and rested against the rocks, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. “What facts?”
Rafe moved close, so close, she couldn’t raise her legs to kick him. “Fact one: Busara is far from innocent.” He leaned against Melodie and nipped at her breast.
The gentle pain reverberated through her body, sending shocking pulses to her cunt. “Don’t…” When he nipped again, her back arched against the rock, pushing her breast more fully into his mouth. “Don’t do that.”
“Why not?” He laved the puckered peak with the tip of his tongue until she moaned. “Do you find pleasure in my tongue?”
“No,” she lied, pressing closer despite her plea for him to stop.
He laved her other nipple, shoving his knee between her thighs.
How she wanted him to thrust into her warm wetness and take what she offered.
“I wish to know what you meant by ‘you humans’? You are human.” His softly spoken words tickled her moistened skin. “Or perhaps you are a witch like Busara.”
Before Melodie could formulate an answer between the waves of passion threatening to swamp her defenses, Rafe’s fingers found her folds, delving between her nether lips.
With a deftness that could only come from practice, he stroked a nub of flesh she’d never imagined to be so sensitive. Biting down hard on her tongue, she welcomed the pain, wishing it would drown out the pleasure of his fingers. “Of course I am human. Why would you think otherwise?” She gasped when he dipped into her pussy, swirling around the juices.
“Most human women do not respond with such abandon, or sing siren songs to lure poor sailors to their demise. Nor do they go around tossing their clothing on deserted beaches.”
“Perhaps because human males have placed unnecessary constraints on their passion.” Despite her determination to remain unmoved by his skilled hands, Melodie couldn’t resist wrapping