The Lost Siren: Rise of the Drakens Book 1 by Raven Storm (find a book to read .txt) 📗

pleasure as he thrusted again into me, quickly settling into a pattern: in and out, in and out. My breath caught as his rough tongue swiped at my nipple, his fingers teasing and stroking my center in perfect time with his thrusts. The raging fire in my core felt like it was going to explode. My body thrummed in glorious, tangible anticipation as I came closer to an invisible edge, half delirious with pleasure and uncertainty. Was I going to be sick? He took my free breast into his mouth, biting down, then he was drinking from it, two small pinpricks of blood running down my chest as all his injuries began to close. I moaned in desperation, the tension inside of me close to reaching its peak. I moved frantically against him, trying desperately to scratch some sort of internal itch as it came closer and closer, until finally—

I screamed as my body exploded, a strange animalistic screech that came from some unknown depths of my body. Every nerve flooded with euphoria, and my mind went blank as I moved against him. His eyes were feral at the look of absolute bliss on my face, our sounds harmonizing into a sound that stole my remaining breath. As my inner muscles spasmed around him he gripped my shoulders, holding me against the wall as his thrusts lost any semblance of a pattern. He pounded into me like a wild animal, and I never felt more alive or beautiful in my entire life. He tightly wound demeanor was utterly undone while inside of me, and it was thrilling.

He finished with a tortured gasp, clutching me so hard I knew I’d have bruises, if his blood didn’t heal them first. The fang marks on my shoulder bled furiously as he came inside of me, his member swelling and catching inside of me. He held me there for a few moments, both of us panting as we chased our own highs.  I wobbled on shaky legs, healed but also feeling used in a way that felt utterly satisfying.

“I wasn’t strong enough to live without you. I’m still not.”

He held me into place long enough to lick the marks on my shoulder until they healed over. He let go, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. None of this.”

My wings slumped; my head tilted to the side. My anger vanished, and I tucked myself into his body, curling my wings around him and putting my face into his neck. I trilled reassuringly, but I felt wet tears drop in my hair as he clutched onto me. My own human mind fought back against the draken instincts, until I felt my wings retract and my claws disappear. My human form was familiar enough, with only a tell-tale shimmer of my skin any testament to my change.

“Word will get out that I’ve found you. The Overlord will come for you. I did that.”

Indignation welled in my chest, as I broke through my animalistic haze to find my voice. I blinked, recognition flooding my face.

“How long have you known it was me?”

He met my gaze, unflinching. “Over five hundred years.”

I pushed him away, not understanding, not comprehending…

“After Rhyfel died, a vampyre somehow survived the blast of black magick. She...she picked you up as a babe and ran through the forest, taking you to Crullfed’s. When I had healed from my wounds, I tracked your scent there, and the vampyre who’d taken you. She was Crullfed’s daughter, and I spared her life if Crullfed didn’t ask questions about the human who would die, then show up on his doorstep as a baby again and again. He knew as well as I did that if the Overlord found out he’d been hiding a magical human he’d be tortured hideously, so he had no choice but to keep quiet.”

I looked at my hands, remembering the claws that had been there moments earlier.

“I’m the lost siren, yet you resented me; hated me even.”

He swiped at the water, sending sparkling droplets everywhere.

“Nothing is as it should be. There was no courtship, no claiming ceremony, and no celebration with friends and family. I am forced to mate with you so our species survives, and that is what I hate. I wanted to wait until our species was strong and had our homeland back. Then I would raise you in our culture and reveal your identity. I grew impatient, and too afraid to wait any longer.”

He hung his head, and I knew I needed to distract him from his own morose thoughts. I stepped out of the pool, uncaring of my naked body. My enhanced eyes took in the glowing stones set into the walls with magick, something my human eyes had never noticed.

“You didn’t act like anyone was forcing you a few minutes ago.”

“I just wanted a choice!” He snapped back, and then I lost it.

“Choice? You dare speak to me about choice? You chose to kidnap me, and then treat me like garbage. You chose to stalk me, wearing down my defenses until I couldn’t think about anything except your body against mine, and hating myself for it because of how much you hated me. You chose to sit in this mountain and do absolutely nothing for centuries, while your people despaired, and your blood relatives turned against you for your inaction. Don’t you DARE talk about CHOICE to ME.”

My shoulders were heaving, quivering with rage. He took a step towards me, but I held out a clawed hand, shifting unconsciously back into my draken form.

“Ididn’t choose to be kidnapped, but here I am. I didn’t choose the draken people at first, but I still fought and bled with them. I didn’t choose to be the lost siren, but I accept you Benedict, I love you, for all the good it will do me.”

I took a deep breath as he flinched, pain spreading across his face. I crumpled, my heart breaking into a thousand tiny pieces.

“Would it really