[Siren Classic: Erotic Fantasy Romance, HEA]
When Russet McGinnis and Maxen Pryce take on the responsibility for a late-season archeological dig, their quest for more artifacts is cut short when an early nor'easter forces them to close down the project until the next spring. The flight home takes a sudden ominous turn as they encounter a strange swirling cloud bank that surrounds them despite Max's attempts to avoid it. Lost in the wilderness after their plane crashes, Max and Russet must depend on each other's love and courage to survive.
Their struggle for survival compels them to bare their hidden secrets and acknowledge their feelings for each other. Homesickness and potent irresistible desire draw them closer as they work together to survive abduction, inexplicable attacks on their plane, encounters with shape-shifters, and a wild ride in a goddess-driven tornado until at last they confront their true destiny.
A Siren Erotic Romance
He gently nipped her chin where it stuck out beneath her arm before tasting the shadowy, purple tattoo between her breasts. Her nipples perked up in the cool air, puckered and dark pink. “I like your dragon. I think it’s sexy.” He brushed it with his lips.
“I wish we knew where the tattoos came from. I wish we knew why we’re here. Do you ever wonder if this is some weird dream that we’ll wake up from and think we’ve lost our minds?”
“I already thought about the dream scenario.”
“No. It’s definitely not a dream—or a nightmare, either. I’m not sure what it is.”
She cupped her hand around his head, nudging him closer to her breasts. “Kiss me, Max.”
He nibbled around the delicate peaks. “Here?” Taking one rosy nipple in his mouth, he sucked gently before switching to its neglected mate. “Or here?”
“Everywhere,” she panted as she arched beneath him. “Harder, please?”
“All you have to do is ask.”
With a wicked chuckle, he wrapped her in his arms and rolled so she was on top. “Prop yourself above me, honey.”
Straddling his waist, she leaned forward, holding on to his shoulders. Immediately, he latched onto the nearest nipple while tugging and lightly pinching the other. Russet squirmed and rubbed her damp pussy on his abdomen, whimpering and moaning. “Max! I need you now!”
“Now?” he mumbled around her flesh. “I thought we were going slowly. I was going to hold you because you’re afraid.”
“Slow be damned. I’ve waited for you for a long time. Give me your cock now!” She sat up and moved down until her swollen pussy cradled his cock.
Max wasn’t of a mind to argue. She wasn’t the only one who’d waited a long time. Unerringly, his fingers found the condom packets. Seconds later, he nudged her back far enough to sheath himself. Clearly impatient, Russet lifted enough to capture the broad tip of his penis.
“Now.” Max shuddered as she slowly sank down, taking him inside her warm, wet pussy. He groaned, certain this was the most perfect moment of his life.
Above him, Russet settled in place with a soft sigh before sprawling flat on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, understanding in that moment how her instincts had led her to this point. For one long, perfect instant, they were one—heart to heart—as close as they could be.
They touched. They kissed. With staggering thoroughness, they explored the wonders of each other. Russet seemed to be fascinated with the soft patch of skin behind his ear and the crisp curls on his chest. With his long, slow touches and kisses, he located the secret places that lit her desire to fever pitch. At last, when they were on the edge of madness, he thrust up, urging her on. She took up the challenge, rising and falling while Max cupped her breasts, tugging and pinching her nipples.