“What’re those?” I asked her. They looked like pearlescent scales, running along the sides of her ribcage. They laced across her body in intricate lines.
“I was waiting to see how long it would take you to notice. I’m a siren,” she said smugly. I felt a thrum of magic pierce the air, and looked at her face. More scales adorned her cheekbones, curling around her temple. She was absolutely breathtaking. “It’s not something I make known. In fact, I can count on one hand the number of people who are privy to the information.”
I looked up, shock written across my face. Sirens were rare,incrediblyrare. I’d never come across one in all my years, hearing only about them through stories from my father. They were lethal—wrapping their prey around their pretty little fingers and leaving chaos in their wake. Their heritage stemmed from mate pairings between those from the sea and the fae. Somewhere along the way, they retained more fae qualities than that of their predecessors. Though I’d read long ago that if they chose to return to the sea, they could make the switch between legs and fins.
“I know what you’re thinking, Damien. I can feel the prejudice from here. That’s precisely the reason I place a glamour over my features. If everyone knew—” she looked down at her body “—they would react the same way you are.”
I tried to school my features, but I knew my astonishment hadn't disappeared as Kalen’s voice rang out. “Why don’t you touch her?”
“Touch her?” I asked, whipping my head around to him. “What do you mean, touch her?”
“Touch her scales, or…” He trailed off, smirking. “Whatever else you’d prefer.”
I paused, looking at Renai, who slowly nodded. I stood, moving over to her chair and knelt in front of her. She sucked in a breath, and I wasn’t sure if it was the sight of me on my knees before her or because of what I was about to do. I wanted to lean forward and bury my head in between her legs, but I stopped myself. She grabbed my hand and guided it to her ribs. Her skin tensed under my touch, my fingers trailing softly over the scales there. They were softer than I imagined, and there was something so intimate about what I was doing.
Kalen was stretched out in his chair, watching the way I gently traced her skin. Renai let out a soft little noise. “Is that sensitive?” I asked, looking into her eyes. She nodded, leaning her body into my touch.
“Come here, Ren,” Kalen commanded, my fingers still on her skin. She rose, walking around the table as she went to him without a second thought. He spread his legs and patted his knee as she sat down facing me. His hands were splayed across her ribs, tracing faint circles on her skin with his fingertips. The amount of jealousy I felt rushing through my body was incomparable. “Kiss me,” he whispered in her ear. She leaned into his chest and turned her head to face him. He took hold of her face and kissed her hard, biting her lip and drawing it out before smirking at me.
“It wasn’t your fucking turn,” I told him, standing up and leaning forward on the table.
Kalen leaned in and ran his nose along the sensitive outline of her ear. She shuddered under his touch and leaned back into his body. “By all means,” he drawled. “Go ahead.”
But what was I waiting for? Should I leave? Let him fuck her on this table like I wanted to be doing right now? Kalen’s hands stroked her scales, and I could see the way she ground onto his leg, seeking relief from the tension in her body.
Fuck, I wanted to touch her.
“Stop thinking, Damien. Stop thinking and just do what you want to do. What Iknowyou want to do.” Kalen reached behind her and unclasped her brassiere, letting it fall down her arms and freeing her breasts. My knees buckled at the way she looked, bold and beautiful.
“We can’t,” I started, searching for a reason not to give in but finding none.
“Then you won’t mind if we do,” Kalen said, kneading her breasts in his large hands. He leaned forward and kissed her neck, biting her softly and eliciting a soft moan from her mouth. She met my eyes, her head rolling to the side as Kalen continued his assault on her neck.
I minded. I mindedveryfucking much.
“Stop,” I hissed. Sinking down into my chair, I ran my hand down my face, nearing my boiling point. I wanted this, neededher,surprising even myself. This feeling was new, considering how I’d pined for a woman I couldn’t have for centuries, and it made me wonder why I was ready to throw caution to the wind. It’d been ages since I’d been with a woman; was I simply feeling the effects of that? Or was it possible that it was somethingdifferent? New? There was a surge of envy, confliction, and adoration as I watched them, which only left me more confused. I clenched my hands at my side, watching them.
Kalen leaned forward, his hand sliding down towards her breeches and slipping beneath them. “Fuck, she’s so wet, Damien.” He inhaled deeply, the scent of her arousal perfuming the air. “And she feels divine, clenching around my hand.” His other hand remained on her breasts, toying with her hard, rosy nipples. Her eyes were full of need, and when her gaze met mine, I was no longer sure if that need was for Kalen alone. She softened slightly, a sweet blush gracing her cheeks that made me want to reach out for her.
I could see the way he worked his fingers in and out of her, fucking her slowly and deeply, even though her pants partially obstructed the view. He pulled his hand free, bringing it to her lips. He tapped them once, and she opened, bringing them into her mouth and sucking. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever fucking seen.
Kalen pulled her off his lap and stood her up. I was surprised such a strong woman let herself be moved in such a way, her eyes clouding with lust. And then I realized she was in complete control of the entire situation. Had she wished for anything to stop, Kalen would’ve done so in an instant. If she asked me to join… I don’t think I could’ve resisted her.
“Let’s take these off of you, show him what he’s missing.” He kissed her along her spine, tracing the scales along her ribs with gentle reverence as she arched into his touch. His hands slid down her sides until he gripped the fabric of her breeches and pulled them down. I groaned at the sight of her lacy undergarments he tossed aside, which matched the brassiere she’d worn earlier.
Kalen smiled, allowing me to drink in the sight of her. He leaned in, trailing his nose along her neck. She closed her eyes. “Look at how much he wants to play with you, Ren. He’s barely controlling himself.” It was true. It took every bit of strength I had to restrain myself, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. “You’re being unfair, Damien. Not only to yourself, but to her. She wants to play with you so badly.”
“And what about you?” I asked cooly. “Don’t you want toplaywith her?” I used the same words he had. It sounded so impersonal, and I hated the way they rolled off of my tongue.
“Is it all about what you boys want? That doesn’t seem fair to me,” Renai said, sitting back down on Kalen’s lap and spreading her legs wide.
Fuck, she looked delicious.
“What do you want, Ren?” Kalen asked, running his tongue up her neck. She shivered under his touch. “Use your words.”
He bit down on her neck, and she cried out. “I want you both.”
Kalen ran his hands up and down her sides as she locked her gaze on me, heat hiding behind those deep blue eyes. “And what do you want us to do to you?”
