Page 9 of Little Shake of Salt

“No,” she said. “If they’re in danger, it’s not a danger you can help with.”

“But—”

“Demi. They will be fine. And I want a taste,” she whispered.

“A taste?”

“Of you. I want your cunt on my mouth. I want my tongue inside you.”

“He—here?”

I could hear voices out in the cafe as thunder rumbled the whole building again. Whatever storm had descended on us, itwas unnatural. It had to be. I’d never heard thunder like this. There was tension in the air, as if a shadow was consuming the entire cafe, but I couldn’t care.

All I cared about what the way Marina was eye-fucking me right now.

Fuck it.This was wild behavior and a terrible idea and possibly the most ridiculous thing I’d ever done on afirst date, but I wanted her siren’s tongue inside me as badly as she did.

I looped a thumb in the band of my briefs and tugged them down over my muscled thighs.

“I love how strong you are,” she purred in appreciation. “Show me your biceps.”

Gods, no one had ever said that to me, and her demand immediately made me wet. I was proud of my muscles and my body, but it’d taken me a long time to feel that way. I’d never had an hourglass figure or fit into any of the standards the world tried to put on me. I was built to play rugby and worship women. Narrow hips, long legs with tree-trunk thighs, broad shoulders. Over the years, I’d dealt with countless unwanted comments from strangers, but here Marina was—already appreciating me in ways I’d always craved.

And she wanted me to show her my biceps.

I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, unclasped my bra and let it join the pile of wet clothes on the checkered floor, and lifted my arms. I flexed my muscles, my nipples hardening as she let out the softest, breathy moan.

Suddenly, her hands were on my calves, and she dragged me to the edge of the portal. I gasped as my legs were pulled into the water, but it was at least warmer than I expected. I swallowed hard as I looked down at her, sitting on the edge between worlds, her chin propping on my knee.

“I hope you know what you’re getting into,” she whispered. “I may be pretty, but I’m a monster.”

“I know,” I murmured. “I’m going to kiss you now, Marina. Then you can do whatever you want to me.”

She gave me a sharp smirk. “Are you so certain I can dowhateverI want to you?”

“Yes.” It was a bad idea, right?

“Is that a promise?”

“Yes.”

Slowly, I reached up, pushing my fingers through her long hair at the back of her head. I tangled them, gripping gently as I stooped down, bringing our mouths together.

Her lips were soft and cool against mine. I moaned as our tongues met and our kiss deepened. Her arm wound around my neck, tugging me closer. Every sane thought flew out the window.

I sucked in a breath, dazed as her hand slid between my thighs, cupping my pussy. My eyes widened as she held me captive, her fingertips brushing against my clit.

Oh gods.

She held me in place, on the edge between the ocean and this small cafe. Between a storm and a current, her mouth devouring mine, her fingers working my cunt in a way that had me crying out.

Suddenly, she broke the kiss. My head tipped back, her breaths warm against the base of my throat.

“Oh, human,” she sighed softly. “I hope you know what you’re getting into. Did anyone warn you about how possessive sirens are?”

“What?” I gasped, my head spinning.

I felt her teeth suddenly against the curve of my neck. My eyes flew open as they struck, sinking in like a snake devouring their prey. I screamed, but not from pain. The pain was only brief.