[Siren Classic: Erotic Fantasy Romance, light consensual BDSM, spanking, HEA]
Crimson Acker is the leader of the Amazon Warriors, a group once known as "the killers of men." Crimson is surprised when she meets Sloan Baptiste, a marine lieutenant, and finds herself craving more than she should. He's not intimidated by her strength like most men—he embraces it.
Sloan is lost the moment he sees Crimson walk into the bar. Her strength and beauty captivate him, but her stubbornness will make it a challenge for her to accept him. He finds himself thrust into a world he never knew existed.
When an old enemy threatens the tribe, their worlds threaten to tear them apart. Now she must fight to save her tribe and her leadership while he must fight to fulfill the Amazons' Code—fight for her, fight with her, and fight against her.
Only then can they be recognized as true life partners.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Pissed didn’t even begin to explain how Crimson felt as she and the other Amazon warriors ran back toward the estate.
She managed a curt “What happened?” as she ran with her sister to a certain fight and away from a certain mind-blowing orgasm.
Annika, who was faster than her but hung back to explain the situation, reported, “Roxy left the party early. When she got to the estate, she thought something looked suspicious, so she covertly searched the grounds finding a number of Cyclopes wandering ’round the estate, looking to be gathering intel.”
Her sister knew her well enough to answer the questions she hadn’t yet voiced.
“Roxy phoned to report her finding. There are twenty that she knows of but says there could be more. They seemed to be focusing on the main building, but they are also paying attention to some of the warriors’ personal homes, including yours. They’re armed with broadswords and chains. Roxy is trying to sneak into the weapons stores, grab what she can, and meet us at the northwest wall.”
Crimson nodded her acknowledgement. They were nearly at the rendezvous point, and she needed to focus on the task at hand.
Her sister lowered her voice when she said, “When this is over, you’re going to give me every detail of what happened between you and the sex god back there.”
“I’m serious. He fought for you, Crim. Do you know what that means?”
“Not now, focus!”
“Fine, but this ain’t over,” her sister said with a smug look on her face. She could tell Crimson knew exactly what it meant, and it was freaking her out.
* * * *
Delila ran with the tribe toward the intrusion at the estate. She was looking forward to a good fight. She needed it.
She was disgusted and furious with their leader for her behavior with that mortal male. Even an Amazon male to reproduce with would be more acceptable than a human.
She mentally gagged at the thought of her being with any man. They were vile creatures. They should only be used as servants and to further the next generation of Amazon females. She could understand keeping Amazon males alive, as they would produce stronger Amazon females, but mortals? They should be destroyed as a useless waste of oxygen.
She’d watched Crimson embarrass herself with that mortal all evening. It was a hideous display and just proved to her how incapable their leader was.
Delila had been working on a way to defeat Crimson for a long time and get the tribe on her side. The human could prove to be useful in her plot to become the youngest Amazon leader in history.
If Crimson chose a mortal as a partner, the tribe would see that their leader couldn’t make decisions based on the best interest of their community anymore and would support her challenge of leadership.
* * * *
She couldn’t understand why the Cyclopes would come onto their land. Their ancestors fought fiercely with the Cyclopes for decades, but they eventually called a truce. Since then, such encroachments had been a very rare occurrence on Amazon land.
They had kept out of each other’s ways ever since. It didn’t make sense for them to turn up out of the blue. She sensed something wasn’t right but had no time to analyze it. She had to stop the Cyclopes from finding whatever they were looking for.
They met Roxy at the northwest wall. She’d managed to gather an array of weapons. Each warrior had their favored weapon. Crimson preferred hand to hand, so she went without a weapon. The weapons were distributed throughout the tribe, mainly to the female warriors but also to the older males as they were also trained for combat situations.
Cyclopes were extremely strong, vicious, and underhanded brutes, but thankfully, they were not that bright. To beat a Cyclops, a warrior had to outwit them and use the Cyclops’s single eye to their advantage.
Crimson gave her orders to the tribe in a commanding and confident tone. The youngest warriors were armed, just in case, but kept hidden beyond the boundaries of the estate, with the elders of their tribe protecting them. Warriors close to graduating or recently graduated were teamed up and assigned posts around the perimeter. For most of them, this would be their first exercise in real combat.
Crimson was confident they could handle anything the Cyclopes would attempt.
The rest of the warriors would infiltrate the estate from different locations, coming at the Cyclopes from all directions and, hopefully, quick enough to prevent alerting them to the Amazons’ presence.
She also emphasized to keep the creatures alive if possible. They needed to know why the Cyclopes were there, and so they couldn’t be accused of being the ones to break the truce.
Crimson gave the nod for all the warriors to take up their allocated positions. They would synchronize their attack in five minutes. They all had to be in position before then.
The warriors allocated to the opposite side of the estate took off at a dead run as they had a long way to go in five minutes.
When the five minutes had passed, Crimson stalked quietly to the main building. She could see other warriors advancing in the distance.
As she approached the building, she heard a twig snap behind her. She turned quickly to see a tall Cyclops standing a few paces behind her.
Crimson felt nervous and excited as they stared into each other’s eyes, just waiting for what they both knew was inevitable. They both seemed content to let the anticipation build.
Just as her lust was about to boil over and make her lean in to kiss Sloan, he beat her to it.
Seemed he couldn’t wait any longer either.
He wasn’t gentle or slow, he was urgent and demanding. It was a kiss that made her toes curl. Being the true Amazon she was, she met him force for force, with tongues teasing, teeth clashing, lips sucking and nibbling. It was just what she wanted.
He continued to massage and squeeze her ass. He wasn’t gentle about that either. She loved it. Most men treated women like a delicate flower that would break with the smallest bit of force. Not Sloan, he was aggressive and demanding. She relished it.
Never one to take a backseat, she grabbed the back of his head with one hand, refusing to let him stop and loving the feel of his shaved head beneath her hand. The other rested over his shoulder and traced the defined muscles of his back. She loved a man with a strong back. The man got sexier and sexier the more she discovered about him.
She’d lost track of time by the time they both eased up on the kiss. All she knew was that they were both panting for breath.
They gazed into each other’s eyes before Sloan leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“I want you…bad. You are the sexiest woman I have ever met. From the moment I saw you, I’ve wanted to fuck you any and every way I can get you.” He licked and nibbled her earlobe, and her eyes rolled back. “Right now I don’t care how or where. It just needs to be now.” He pulled back to look her in the eye once again. “Say yes.”
She didn’t need more than a second to make up her mind, she took his hand and led him out the front door, getting a few curious glances from members of her tribe, but she was so horny and turned on, she didn’t give a shit what they thought.
Right now she needed this man more than her next breath, and she had never needed a man like that before.
She led him to the alley at the side of the bar, rested her back against the wall, and pulled him into another scorching kiss.
Just like their kiss in the bar, they built the tension between them, both knowing what they were leading to.
This time it was Crimson who initiated the next step, running her hands down his rock-hard chest, toward the opening of his jeans.
She broke the kiss to look down so she could see what she was doing and hurry the process along.
* * * *
By this point, Sloan had rested his hands on the brick wall on either side of Crimson’s head. Fixating his gaze on the sure and decisive movements of her hands working to expose his engorged cock.
He was already so close. He had to bite the inside of his mouth to make himself last.
When she had undone his jeans, she wasted no time in reaching into his Calvin Kleins and fisting his shaft in a tight grip. He hissed his pleasure and closed his eyes. She must have misunderstood, as she eased her hold on him.
She looked at him with a question in her eyes.
To answer that question he said, “Tighter.”
“I thought I hurt you?”
“It feels amazing. Now for fuck’s sake, squeeze my cock tighter and move your hand.”
She smiled at him and teased him with a couple of gentle strokes before she replied, “I don’t normally take orders from anyone, but I’m finding I like it when you talk to me like that.”
“So do it!” he demanded. She did as she was told. He loved that this strong woman would take direction from a man when it came to sex. She didn’t seem like the type, but he felt powerful that she did.
She squeezed tighter around the base of his dick. She looked unsure as he looked into her eyes, so he reassured her by saying the only word he could manage.
She was obviously pleased by his reaction to her efforts to please him. She gradually started to move her fist faster. He dropped his forehead forward, landing on her chin as he panted and relished the feeling of his coming climax.
“Shit, C, don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t fucking stop!”
He looked up to see the triumphant look on her face, and a smile spread her lips, she was beautiful.
He kissed her with all the urgency he felt within him. He broke to kiss when he could feel the start of his climax.
“Fuck!” he shouted to the sky as stream after stream erupted from the head of his cock and into Crimson’s slowing hand.
When his breathing was back under control and he could focus on the woman in front of him, he was amazed to see her licking every last drop of his essence from her hand. Just when he thought she couldn’t surprise him anymore, she did something as sexy as that.
“Now, I’ve had the edge taken off. I think it’s your turn,” he said as he reached for the clasp of her jeans and kissed her soundly, tasting himself on her tongue.
She broke the kiss to say, “It’s definitely my turn. Watching and tasting you has made me desperate.”
Sexier words had never been spoken in the history of mankind.
He hurried to complete his task of undoing her jeans to give her release.
When they were open, he didn’t have the restraint to take it slow. He drove two fingers straight into her pussy while using his thumb to circle her clit.
She cried out immediately, and it was music to his ears. With one hand buried deep into her smooth-as-silk channel, he could feel that she was warm and wet for him. Encouraged, he used his other hand to massage one of her impressive breasts. He pulled and twisted her nipple through her tank top and bra. She moaned, and he saw her hand on her neglected breast imitating his movements. This woman was hot as hell.
He continued to pump two fingers inside her while his thumb worked her clit. He gradually increased the tempo of his thrust, penetrating her deeper and harder.
Crimson’s eyes were squeezed closed, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Was she trying to prevent herself from making any noise? That wouldn’t do. He loved the sound of her moans and groans, but he wanted to hear her come undone. Sloan licked his way across her lips, teasing them until she let her tortured lip go.
He watched every microexpression on her face, in awe of her beauty.
Before he knew it, she was screaming his name to the heavens. He felt the same feeling of triumph she must have felt when she’d wrung him of his climax.
He knew he had a goofy look on his face, but she looked at him with heat and need in her gorgeous, green eyes. So he sobered himself and withdrew his fingers from the hottest pussy he had ever felt.
Sloan mimicked her actions from earlier and sucked his wet fingers into his mouth, burning her intoxicating flavor into his memory.
They shared another kiss, this one slower and more sensual as they shared the taste of her pleasure and tried to get their energy back.
“Ready for the main event?” she asked against his lips with a smile the likes of which he had never seen.