Fuck. She was a voice in his head.
But tonight… Tonight he couldn’t help but pretend. She felt so solid in his hands as her pulse thrummed against his palm, her skin so warm and soft in contrast to the fire in her eyes.
“Tonight,”his passenger growled.“She is ours. She is mine.”
Brooks cradled his Siren’s head in his hand, the column of her throat open to him and so pale in the moonlight. Something primal rose in response to her submission.
You can’t have her,Brooks thought back at the chaos inside.
“Let me in. Let us share her. She calls to us, and I will not sit back as you reap the benefits.”
Brooks only had a moment to consider, just one breath as the anticipation built in the room. He didn’t want to waste a second with her in his bed.
Okay,he conceded.Just don’t– don’t hurt her.
“I will not hurt her. I will worship her.”
Brooks opened his mind to the being stirring inside and shivered as black washed over his fingertips. A feeling of calm, strength and reassurance washed over him.
He felt… powerful.
When Brooks spoke next, he hardly recognized his voice. It was deeper, a mix between the voice he heard with his ears and the voice he heard inside his head.
“I will not hurt you, but Iwillmake you feel every touch. Do you understand, Siren?”
He still had her head tipped back firmly, so she answered, “Yes.”
Brooks traced her jaw and ran the back of his hand down her neck. The black inking his hands stood out starkly, and the contrast between her light and his darkness was heady.
Slowly so as not to startle her, he dipped his head to the base of her exposed neck and inhaled deeply.
Her scent was intoxicating.
All of his senses were alive with her presence. The fact that he could see, touch, hear, and smell her… She had to be real.
The scrap of fabric covering her body left little to the imagination as her pert nipples pebbled beneath the silk, a reward for his small touches.
He traced his nose up her neck reveling in her scent until his lips brushed her ear. He pulled her hand to the hardness tenting his scrub pants and shivered at the needy gasp that slipped past her lips.
“Do you feel what you do to me, Siren?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
He released her hand, giving her the option to remove it. He wanted to dominate her, to make her his own, but he didn’t want her to be uncomfortable.
Slowly, he urged his chaos.She’s been hurt. We can’t scare her.
“What do you want, Siren?”
Her brows furrowed, and he released the hold he had on her head as he nuzzled into her hair.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I want to touch you, but I want you to tell me how. I want to know what pleases you.”
“No one… no one has ever asked me that before.”
A mixture of confusion and an emotion he couldn’t name dampened her voice, and the anger that boiled in his blood dropped the temperature in the room. Their breaths were visible in clear puffs of mist as unique ice crystals formed against the metal bed frame.
