[Siren Allure: Erotic Fantasy/Paranormal Romance, public exhibition, bondage, HEA]
Can a Witch who was born to be a Hunter find true love with the Vampire who is her mortal enemy?
It’s easy to live life on autopilot, and that’s just what Echo Abbott is doing. That is until everything shifts. As her house of cards begins to crumble, she meets Henry Knight. Obnoxious and gorgeous, she can’t stop thinking about him.
In this dark, seductive tale set in the heart of Oregon, Echo is a Witch with remarkable powers whose gift is sought after by a power hungry Vampire, Corrine. Corrine’s brother, Henry, is a willing pawn in her fight for the ultimate power and has been tracking Echo for years. Seeking out her weakness, he soon finds his desire for her is more than he can control. He wants Echo all to himself, but can he convince her that he isn’t the bad guy before it’s too late? Or will her stubborn nature be her downfall?
A Siren Erotic Romance
She closed her eyes, leaned her head back against the curved wall of the hot tub, and as she drank in the oaky flavor of the Chardonnay, Echo realized that for the first time in days, her head didn’t hurt. The virtual ice pick had been plucked from her skull and the pounding had come to a complete stop. This was about as close to Nirvana as she would ever get.
“Ms. Abbott?” The voice, low and with a hint of uncertainty, completely and utterly scared the shit out of her.
She let out a screech that echoed out into the open night sky, dropped her wine glass that shattered into countless slivers, and slipped within the hot tub as she tried to climb free and run, hitting her head in the process. In the midst of the hazed fog brought on by the fresh knot on her forehead, she managed to pull herself free from the tub and as she did, she fell out onto the deck, landing in the puddle of glass that lay beside her.
Pain pierced through her as the shards of glass impaled themselves into the palm of her hand, the bottom of her foot, and various places along her left leg as she tried to drag herself free from the rubble.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” A large man with muscled arms and strong hands lifted her effortlessly from the glass battlefield. “I didn’t mean to scare you! Are you okay?”
Suddenly more pissed than scared, Echo wriggled and screamed in his embrace, trying with all of her might to break free from his hold. “Put me down!”
Gingerly and on command, he did, but as her foot found the deck, she pushed a shard of glass deeper into her heel and cried out again, “Pick me up! Pick me up! Take me inside!”
The stranger quickly swooped her up back into his arms and with rapid procession, carried her into the house and set her down onto the kitchen counter. Without a word he grabbed a towel from the oven bar, soaked it in warm water, and tended to her foot, pulling out the largest shard of glass that had impaled her. She screamed and kicked at him as the pain pulsed through her and as he dropped the sharp triangle on the counter beside her, Echo could feel the familiar sensation of warm blood dripping down her foot.
With an eerie swiftness, the man backed as far away from Echo as he could without stepping back outside.
“That’s–that’s a lot of blood.”
His face was ashen and there was a quiver to his voice that oddly enough set Echo at ease. He was tall and muscular with broad shoulders and a chiseled chest, easily defined even through the fabric of his gray button-up shirt. His hair was raven black and clean cut and he had the hint of a five o’clock shadow on his face. His thick eyebrows were arched in alert and his baby-blue eyes had locked onto the droplets of blood that fell to the tiled floor. He was a beautiful mess.
“Who are you and what the fuck are you doing here?”
He did not pull his eyes from the blood when he answered.
“I’m Henry. I’m here to buy your house.”
* * * *
“Henry?” Rage pulsed through her. “As in Henry Knight the douche-bag stalker who refuses to take no for answer and just leave me alone? That Henry Knight?”
He finally looked up into her eyes, a hint of a smile etched along his full lips.
“Well”—he laughed—“most women don’t refer to me as a douche bag, but yes, I suppose I am that Henry.”
“What are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night!” She could not believe his arrogance, that he actually believed he could show up at her door and charm his way into a contract. Men!
He slowly approached her and reached down for the towel he’d dropped on the floor, swiping it quickly across the puddle of blood that had pooled under her foot before he stood directly in front of her, his large frame shadowing her petite size.
“A little birdie told me you’d come to town and that I could find you out here. I didn’t know you were here to relax. I thought you’d come out to check the property. I really didn’t mean to scare you.”
His eyes were beautiful.
Echo could feel a strange pull to him and shook her head to clear her thoughts, the new bump on her head surely the cause of the cloudy feeling that was filling her mind.
Henry lifted her foot and plucked two more slivers of glass from her heel, before working his way up the side of her leg. With each sliver he pulled from her flesh, a small bead of blood appeared and her leg began to take on an odd polka-dotted pattern. When he slid another large triangle from the meat of her thigh, Echo winced in pain.
“Are you okay?” His voice had taken on a sultry tone and Echo began to feel as though she’d had more than a partial glass of wine. Rather she felt as though she had chugged the bottle.
“You need to leave.” She fought to form the words. Her throat was dry and her voice cracked with the effort. “Mr. Knight, this is highly inappropriate.”
“You’re hurt because of me. I simply want to help.”
The sweet scent of his breath filled her nostrils and as the cloud grew thicker in her mind, there was a sudden jolt of warning. She had to get him out. Something was not right and the dreaded feeling that she was in danger coursed through her body.
“Head down, love, and spread your legs for me—I want to see how wet you are.”
She obliged, pressing her head deep in the overstuffed comforter and spreading her legs wide. She could feel Henry hovering over her pussy as he took a deep breath and inhaled her arousal before she felt his tongue trail along the length of her pussy lips. She moaned into the bed and wiggled her ass at him, eager for him to take her fully into his mouth.
His hands spread her cheeks apart and his tongue teasingly trailed along her slit again.
“Tell me what you want, love.”
“I want you,” she moaned.
He gripped her cheeks tighter and she heard an animallike growl rumble from his gut.
“I want you, Henry! I want you to devour my pussy and make me come!”
“Good girl.” His mouth was suddenly pressed firmly to her, caressing his lips around her pussy lips, tongue pushing deep into her body.
She cried out into the blanket and bucked her hips, pushing against him, eager to feel him as deep as he could be. His tongue wiggled around, licking around in circles, flicking in and out. He dragged it up her slick fold, lapping at her leaking juices as he pushed her hips forward revealing her hidden clit. Her nub pulsed and tingled in wait, and when his tongue teased the tip, she cried out louder, her need controlling her vocals. He continued to flick across her clit, building up her orgasm to the point that she could barely control it. When he sucked the sensitive nub in between his lips, she was done. Her hips seized as the walls of her pussy clenched in response to the ache and pleasure that now flooded her body. As he sucked hard on her clit, draining her of every electrifying surge, her juices flowed down her slit, drenching her. Her body relaxed and Henry continued to dine on her, lapping at her nectar, licking and sucking at her lips, drinking in every last drop that her body released. When her pussy was spent, he flipped her onto her back. His lips glistened with her juices and he dragged his tongue, cleaning up the last bit that had been smeared over his mouth, as he unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the floor, revealing his dick pushing hard against the fabric of his briefs.
Nervous excitement filled her as her eyes fell to his cock. Even hidden he was huge.
His fingers slid between the band and his waist and he slid the boxer briefs down over his hips, his dick springing to life, pre-cum glistening at the slit.
“Oh my gawd,” she whispered.
He looked to be a generous eight or nine inches with impressive girth, veins etched along the shaft, skin pulled tight like satin over steel, his mushroomed head purple with need.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promised.
Echo quickly climbed to her knees, his words barely registering in her mind as her need to swallow him consumed her. She gripped his cock in her fist and dragged her tongue up the full length, prompting a deep moan to pour from his mouth. Like the rest of him, Henry’s dick was cool to the touch, though she’d expected it to be pulsing with heat, and as she pumped her hand at the base she could feel the marble-hard shaft twitch with need. She circled the pulsing head before she pushed her tongue against the leaking slit, lapping at the salty sweet pre-cum that dripped out.
Henry’s fingers were quickly tangled into the now-messy pile of her hair and he pushed her down so that her lips spread around his flesh and he popped his dick into her mouth. His groans grew louder as Echo bobbed her head up and down his cock, sucking in with each pass, her tongue tickling the length as she did. As she pumped the base with one hand in tune to her movement she reached up and caressed his balls with her other. He pushed harder on her head, eager to feel his dick deep down her constricting throat. With his shaft slicked with her saliva and the pre-cum that continued to leak, he was lubed enough to make swallowing his girth easier. Echo stopped pumping her fist and reached her hand around to grip his firm ass cheek as she took him a little deeper with each stroke until Henry gave a final push and seated himself deep down so that her lips were at the base of his cock.
She felt his balls sink into his body and his dick twitch as spurts of his hot semen shot down her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in and she worked his dick out while still sucking him off and drinking him dry, swallowing every last drop, including the slicked strand that spread from the tip of his dick to her lips when he popped free. She licked him dry, running her tongue in a circle around her lips to make sure she got it all.
His dick still stood at attention even though she had just drained him, and Echo looked up into Henry’s eyes as she wrapped her hand around his girth and tugged.
“Still hard as marble.”
“I’m not done.” His voice was raspy in between pants. “Lie down.”