Siren's Song
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,737
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Siren's Song
Cameron walked into the bathroom of the Scotch-Irish queen of the house. He was pissed, needy, and tired of playing her games. After all he had come to kill her in the first place. But now he wanted her. Wanted her for himself. Wanted to hear that sultry voice cry out for him. Wanted to hear The Siren sing for him.
His dark eyes narrowed, peering through the steam that became a light fog from her hot showers. Marwen always came out of them with her pale skin glowing. The 19 year old boy stood there, watching the Siren cleanse herself. The blood of her latest victim washed down the drain, the blood of Cameron’s own cousin. But Marwen didn’t know that. None of the McGregors did.
He had hated the stupid bastard anyway.
“What are you doing in here boy-o?”
The boy smiled as he watched her green eyes dance in amusement, amused at him.
Marwen Hailey McGregor wasn’t stupid, the girl known as the deadly Siren knew exactly why one of her henchmen was now standing in her bathroom, watching her with his dark eyes. She didn’t bother with covering herself up as she turned the steaming water off. Modesty wasn’t one of her sins. She moved toward him, each of her steps seemingly making the bulge in his black leather pants grow that much more.
Cameron smirked, the hard planes of his face becoming mean as he pointed to the bathtub. His dark eyes dared her to disobey him. After all he was still armed and she had stupidly left the only gun he saw in the shower behind her. “Lay across it.” He murmured his voice rough with need. He had wanted her ever since she had dissolved her cover of being a boy in a boy’s school. His boy’s school. She had been his roommate for at least six months and he had never suspected the tough short boy with long fiery red hair to be a girl.
Not only a girl, but the girl he had sworn to kill.
The red haired Siren raised a brow at him, but moved toward the bath. She watched as he stripped, the wife beater coming off to reveal just as pale skin underneath. Tattoos dotted his skin, a tribal gracing his pectorals. He was thin, not half as big as her brother, but he had lean muscle. The Siren knew he was strong; he had carried her, threw her down and covered her to protect her. She had wanted him for a while. But Marwen didn’t voice that. She would never admit to wanting anyone and holding back. The Siren was losing her touch; she had some kind of feelings toward this boy, this Cameron.
Marwen grew jealous when she saw him leave the club with a girl on his arm. Even more jealous when he heard those whores cry out his name throughout the night. The Siren wanted to lean into each vague touch he gave her, arch into him each time he held her out of harms way as bullets zinged passed them.
Not that she needed his protection. Half the time it was her pulling him out of a bloody mess.
Her green eyes caught every detail no matter what she looked at. Cameron wasn’t any different. He slid out of his leather pants and walked toward her; his muscles bunching and releasing in his long legs, his hard cock bobbing, his stomach flat, hard planes of muscle. She blinked as he knelt in front of her, pushing her back so that she had to prop herself on her elbows on the other side of the clawed tub.
Those lips parted in a sharp gasp as he thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her smooth pale skin. His dark eyes watched as the deadly siren shifted for him. Adapted to him. Her smooth well muscled legs folded, feet flat against the side of the tub as she arched, taking him in deeper. The muscles of her flat stomach bunched as she held herself up, her hands coming to grip his shoulders. He pulled her down, making her back slide against the side of the tub as he sat on his knees. He lifted and slammed her down on himself, hearing her slap wetly against him, hearing her breathing catch, hearing her skin rub against his and against the porcelain bath.
Moans drove him faster into normal girls. Hers drove him crazy. He clawed for more, teeth scrapping as his tongue tasted her. It still wasn’t enough.
Cameron sucked on her breasts, nipped them, his hand slid between them, his thumb finding her clit and dug into it. He moaned as she cried out.
She sang for him.
Every breath Marwen took was let out in a moaning keen. His eyes were wild, wide open and staring at her; she couldn’t take her own away from him. His hands and mouth bruised her pale skin. He made her hurt enough to release her. As her orgasm swept over her she screamed his name.
~ ~ ~ ~
They lay tangled on the cool tile. Cameron wrapped in her well formed limbs, his blonde hair tousled, and his muscles jumping from so much stress on them in such a short time. He smiled at Marwen’s breathless giggle when his thigh started jumping between her legs. “I suppose it’ll be too much to ask for you to dance with me at the club tonight.” Cameron mused huskily, staring into the emerald depths of her eyes.
Marwen smirked, “No boy-o, think I might play with ye for a wee bit longer.” She rolled over on top of him, “If ye moan for me.” She scraped her claws lightly down his bare chest with a challenging smirk.
His dark eyes narrowed, peering through the steam that became a light fog from her hot showers. Marwen always came out of them with her pale skin glowing. The 19 year old boy stood there, watching the Siren cleanse herself. The blood of her latest victim washed down the drain, the blood of Cameron’s own cousin. But Marwen didn’t know that. None of the McGregors did.
He had hated the stupid bastard anyway.
“What are you doing in here boy-o?”
The boy smiled as he watched her green eyes dance in amusement, amused at him.
Marwen Hailey McGregor wasn’t stupid, the girl known as the deadly Siren knew exactly why one of her henchmen was now standing in her bathroom, watching her with his dark eyes. She didn’t bother with covering herself up as she turned the steaming water off. Modesty wasn’t one of her sins. She moved toward him, each of her steps seemingly making the bulge in his black leather pants grow that much more.
Cameron smirked, the hard planes of his face becoming mean as he pointed to the bathtub. His dark eyes dared her to disobey him. After all he was still armed and she had stupidly left the only gun he saw in the shower behind her. “Lay across it.” He murmured his voice rough with need. He had wanted her ever since she had dissolved her cover of being a boy in a boy’s school. His boy’s school. She had been his roommate for at least six months and he had never suspected the tough short boy with long fiery red hair to be a girl.
Not only a girl, but the girl he had sworn to kill.
The red haired Siren raised a brow at him, but moved toward the bath. She watched as he stripped, the wife beater coming off to reveal just as pale skin underneath. Tattoos dotted his skin, a tribal gracing his pectorals. He was thin, not half as big as her brother, but he had lean muscle. The Siren knew he was strong; he had carried her, threw her down and covered her to protect her. She had wanted him for a while. But Marwen didn’t voice that. She would never admit to wanting anyone and holding back. The Siren was losing her touch; she had some kind of feelings toward this boy, this Cameron.
Marwen grew jealous when she saw him leave the club with a girl on his arm. Even more jealous when he heard those whores cry out his name throughout the night. The Siren wanted to lean into each vague touch he gave her, arch into him each time he held her out of harms way as bullets zinged passed them.
Not that she needed his protection. Half the time it was her pulling him out of a bloody mess.
Her green eyes caught every detail no matter what she looked at. Cameron wasn’t any different. He slid out of his leather pants and walked toward her; his muscles bunching and releasing in his long legs, his hard cock bobbing, his stomach flat, hard planes of muscle. She blinked as he knelt in front of her, pushing her back so that she had to prop herself on her elbows on the other side of the clawed tub.
Those lips parted in a sharp gasp as he thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her smooth pale skin. His dark eyes watched as the deadly siren shifted for him. Adapted to him. Her smooth well muscled legs folded, feet flat against the side of the tub as she arched, taking him in deeper. The muscles of her flat stomach bunched as she held herself up, her hands coming to grip his shoulders. He pulled her down, making her back slide against the side of the tub as he sat on his knees. He lifted and slammed her down on himself, hearing her slap wetly against him, hearing her breathing catch, hearing her skin rub against his and against the porcelain bath.
Moans drove him faster into normal girls. Hers drove him crazy. He clawed for more, teeth scrapping as his tongue tasted her. It still wasn’t enough.
Cameron sucked on her breasts, nipped them, his hand slid between them, his thumb finding her clit and dug into it. He moaned as she cried out.
She sang for him.
Every breath Marwen took was let out in a moaning keen. His eyes were wild, wide open and staring at her; she couldn’t take her own away from him. His hands and mouth bruised her pale skin. He made her hurt enough to release her. As her orgasm swept over her she screamed his name.
~ ~ ~ ~
They lay tangled on the cool tile. Cameron wrapped in her well formed limbs, his blonde hair tousled, and his muscles jumping from so much stress on them in such a short time. He smiled at Marwen’s breathless giggle when his thigh started jumping between her legs. “I suppose it’ll be too much to ask for you to dance with me at the club tonight.” Cameron mused huskily, staring into the emerald depths of her eyes.
Marwen smirked, “No boy-o, think I might play with ye for a wee bit longer.” She rolled over on top of him, “If ye moan for me.” She scraped her claws lightly down his bare chest with a challenging smirk.