[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, werewolves, spanking, HEA]
A month after Jordan Jones was shot by Lilia, handed over to her mad sister, and suffered through a brutal night of torture, he captures the last living Dark Moon sister. His desire for revenge takes an unexpected turn when his wolf spirit recognizes Lilia as his mate, but the beast inside him craves harm upon her.
Lilia has kept Eva away from Jordan and Kasa for years. She’s desperate to make him believe she’s not like her sisters by explaining the truth behind the Dark Moon pack. She will do everything to cure him of the lasting effects of Eva’s torture and earn his approval, and maybe his love, if he would only trust she can help.
After a surprise attack from rebel escapees, Jordan and Lilia both realize this new danger thirsts solely for her blood. His untrusting family and alliances may be her only chance of survival, but sacrifice will become her only chance for redemption.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“I–I didn’t hear you come in,” she murmured, her voice cracking. Jordan bit off a piece of bacon and placed the uneaten portion on the small plate. Her mouth watered at the sight of food, but he didn’t offer her any. His eyes perused her before landing on her face. Lilia straightened her shoulders, an attempt to look half-dignified. “May I use the bathroom?”
“Drink the rest of my beer, did you?” he asked. He nodded to the empty beer bottle lying on the edge of the blanket. Her cheeks warmed, her fingers curling in her cloak.
“I didn’t…I was…”
Jordan waved her off. “My fault for leaving it on the floor.”
He allowed her to use the bathroom, this time giving her a little more privacy with a half-closed door. She rinsed out her mouth before returning to her corner and waiting for him to secure the leash.
He grabbed his plate of delicious looking eggs and bacon and pushed back onto his feet.
“You’re not eating out today,” Lilia pointed out.
“That was all a farce. I knew you were following me.”
“Oh.” She looked up at him, not shying away from his penetrating gaze. “For how long?”
Jordan motioned toward her with a piece of bacon. “Long enough to catch you.”
Conversation. That was a good thing. Even though it was petty talk, it worked magic on her spirit.
“You didn’t sleep well last night,” she said.
Jordan scooped eggs into his mouth. “I sleep when I must.”
“You need to rest, Jordan.” Lilia kept her voice light, submissive. She didn’t lift her head, but she turned her gaze up when he scowled at her. “The wolf—”
Jordan heaved his plate at the wall beside her. She shrieked, covering her head with her arms, folding away from the splattering food and shards of ceramic. He stormed across the room and crouched down in front of her, leaning down to catch her eyes from beneath her arms. Her heart raced, her mind whirled, and her breath hitched.
“You did this to me.” He yanked her arm away from her face and forced her to look at him. “You and your sick fucking sister created this…this thing. This beast.”
He cast aside her arm like trash and shot up to his feet. A furrow wrinkled her brow as she soaked in the resentment swirling along his spirit, resentment toward himself. She was the cause for it, for everything. He raked his hands through his hair, a low, guttural rumble settling in his chest.
“I can’t rest.” He punctuated each word with disgust. “The beast takes over.”
“That’s why you must rest. The weaker you are, the easier for it to gain control.”
Jordan spun, leveling her with a deadly glare. His amber eyes flashed like furious flames. “My own personal shrink. Dear Lilia, your fucking advice is not wanted.”
She gritted her teeth, her fingertips digging into her knees. “Jordan, please listen to me—”
“You’re Dark Moon, woman. Don’t you get it?” Jordan asked. After another piercing moment, Jordan gave her his back and headed toward the door. “You and your sisters tried to kill my sister. You killed our parents. You caused a bloody fucking massacre over the color of your fucking pelts. You are worthless to me—”
“And I will enjoy—”
“Shut up!” Lilia screamed. The razor-sharp blades scraped her flesh, fresh trickles of blood streaming down her neck. Her eyes stung with tears. Tremors coiled through her tense muscles. Jordan stopped at the door, hand on the knob, but did not turn around. His shoulders stiffened, squared. His wolf perked with curiosity while the beast growled his distaste.
Desperate to get him to listen, she stood up, ignoring the slicing pain as more new nicks added to those she already had.
“You must listen to me. Eva was able to break her men by depriving them of sleep. It drove her captives insane very quickly. The walls were weakened, and the beasts could easily slip through and destroy their minds. Please, Jordan. Please. Listen to me. You need to rest and gain your strength.” Lilia stepped forward and yelped when the collar bit deep into her throat. Tears spilled, a mixture of pain and anguish cracking the floodgates. She wrung her fingers together, shuffling closer to the wall to loosen the slack on the chain. “I–I don’t want to see that thing consume you. I never thought she would do what she did to you, otherwise I would’ve never brought you to her. I couldn’t stand watching, but I had no choice because she would’ve easily killed me.”
Lilia drew her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to gain an ounce of control over her quivering chin and free-falling tears. Her spirit yearned for Jordan’s, her body for the heat of his. The wolf inside him nudged her own, sensing what she knew he fought to dismiss.
“I’ve known about you for years and always kept you a secret from my sisters,” she pressed, shame creeping into her voice. “I would do anything to protect you, Jordan. You’re my mate and…”
He turned his head to her, causing her words to catch in her throat. For the first time since he caught her, his eyes didn’t flash with rage. They were a storm of unreadable emotion, and the knowledge gave her a dangerous gift. Hope.
Lilia pressed her splayed hands along his toned back and grabbed his ass. She squeezed the firm globes, once again trying to angle their hips to a perfect fit. Jordan pressed up, hovering over her, a wicked smile on his moist lips.
“Oh so eager,” he teased.
“You left me hanging this morning. You spanked me and then didn’t do anything.” She pushed her bottom lip out in a pout. “Not fair.”
Jordan strummed her lip with his finger. “I think I can make you come by sucking your tits. Wanna find out? Or would you rather me fuck you hard and forget about all the fun we could have through exploration, hm?”
He didn’t give her time to answer, sitting back enough to suck her nipple between his lips. Lilia gasped, the bolts of electricity flying from his hungry suckle, ping-ponging from nerve to nerve. She undulated her hips, riding each delicious lash of his tongue like the lapping waves along the lake shore. Holding onto the immaculate terrain of his strong biceps, she whimpered when he took more of her into his mouth and rolled the sensitive flesh over his tongue. The fire intensified in her clit, each firm suck of her nipple plucking a string in her pussy until the symphony hummed in unison. He moved to her other nipple, his leisurely strokes intensifying with each lap and suckle. Blood rushed against her ears. That delicious lava in her womb exploded through every vein.
“Jordan!” she cried out, bucking against him. White fire flashed against her closed eyelids. She spiraled out of control, riding the heady ripples of climax pouring through her.
Jordan pulled back, her nipple between his teeth, and let go with a muffled pop.
“Even more sensitive than I thought,” he murmured. Lilia fought for each gulp of air. Peeling open her eyes was another challenge. She writhed beneath him, itching and aching for him to fill her, even after the strange sensation of his delivered pleasure without a mere touch between her legs. “That didn’t take long.”
“I–I never…” Lilia closed her eyes again and concentrated on sucking in a deep breath. “I never realized my own breasts…”
“Never realized how stimulating your breasts were?” Jordan finished for her. She nodded, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth and looking up at him. “Now see what we wouldn’t have discovered if I took you with no pretense?”
“You’re far more well-versed than me.”
Jordan chuckled and rolled off her. Settling on his back, he pinched her hip. “I’ll show you a little more. Come here, sweetheart. Let me drink all that juice you’ve released.”
Lilia’s brow furrowed at his request. Slowly, she rolled over and crawled up alongside his arm. Jordan reached over and swatted her right knee.
“Don’t turn modest on me now. I’ve seen that wet pussy a couple times already.” Jordan lifted a brow at her hesitation. “If your smell and your taste didn’t drive me insane with lust, I wouldn’t bother telling you to straddle my face so I can eat you.”
She would grow accustomed to his blunt terms at some point, but right now, her face burned. She climbed over him, allowing his hands at her hips to guide her into position.
“You wanted the real thing,” he said, spreading her knees until she could feel his rapid breath against her moist cunt. “It’s all yours now.”
A rush of air fled her lungs when Jordan’s tongue licked her straight from clit to core. Quivers racked her muscles. She reached forward and fisted his hot cock.
“Just as I told you before, Lilia. Suck hard. Let that tongue play with my dick.”
The sweet ripples of pleasure rose into waves. Her body hummed with each precise, skilled slide of his tongue through her seam. She stretched her body along his. With his crown at her lips, she licked his tip. He grunted. She drew him into her mouth, amazed by his size and how quickly his length filled her mouth. Fisting the base of his cock, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked him hard, moving her mouth up and down his length. His scent filled her nostrils, an erotic, musky scent that threatened to undo her.
A strange pressure filled her pussy the same instant Jordan’s teeth scraped across her clit. She froze, her eyelids drooping and her arms shaking.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, twisting his fingers inside her body, stretching the tight sheath.
“Oh, no. That feels wonderful.”
“Follow the rhythm of my fingers. I’ll tell you how fast to move.”
Lilia moaned against his cock as he plunged his fingers deep inside her pussy. His mouth clamped down on her clit, suckling her bundle of frayed nerves. She matched the pace of his fingers, ignoring the ache in her jaw to have more of him inside her mouth. She loved the velvety feel of his shaft, the firm ridges that made up the swollen surface of his cock. She loved the width of his crown and the essence of his juice.
When her world shattered again, her scream vibrated through him. She fought to maintain her balance over him. The waves crashed headlong inside her, blinding her, shaking her, and leaving her to melt in the encompassing bliss.
She didn’t recall how she ended up on her back, or when Jordan appeared over her. He hooked her leg over his shoulder, his cock pressing gently into her convulsing pussy.