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“The merfolks are gone,” Wheeler observed, then walked away, supporting Moon’s slower gait. The others followed, no doubt to hover over the dazed boy until he fully recovered.
“Trap?” she asked, lingering behind.
“As strange as it sounds, they fear the siren. They must have dispersed the moment she appeared.”
“Oh.” Her amazement came with contemplation. “It’s a siren, not a mermaid.”
“Yep. You could have an army of merfolk, and they would still run away from the likes of her.”
Green eyes flicked up, narrowing. “She’s still swimming close.”
“Yes. We must be extra careful.”
They were extra careful, grouping into fours or fives during their rotating watches and heading down their cabins every time the siren’s call started. When the gemstone was on its last pebbled piece, he knew it was time and called everyone to the front.
“We are starting our ascent soon. And she’s hungry. I want everyone to head down and stay there. As usual, follow the ascent protocol. Cover each other’s ears if her melody gets louder.”
As if on cue, the melody restarted, a singing voice that portrayed innocence. He tensed but didn’t look up, glad that his men were already scrambling downstairs.
“Shut up, you,” someone called out mildly, which had him smiling as he headed to the back of the ship. He took a length of rope with him and stood in between the poles…then blinked when hands snatched them from his grasp and a figure stepped in.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m tying myself with you,” was Nicola’s firm response. They had a little tug of war before she cheated with her vampire strength and started rolling the rope around them.
“Why?”
“You are the ship’s captain and its most important asset. You just secured your men downstairs, but you are vulnerable up here. I’m your only chance at making it without that siren getting to you first.”
“I can manage.”
“Based on their description, sirens are the underwater version of vampires. Our kind’s cunning and won’t let a juicy meal as you slip away without fighting dirty.”
Fingers brushed his skin as she locked the rope in place, but this time, she was facing him instead of facing the pole. Their gazes met, her smoky green eyes already holding more allure than any melody in the world.
“What will your lover say about this?” he murmured.
“Nothing. I already told you that Maddox isn’t my lover. He’s nothing but a dear friend.” A pause. “But why do you keep bringing it up? Are you jealous, Captain?”
“Why would I be jealous?” he returned, shaking his head. He stopped moving when the melody kicked up a notch, insisting its way into his system. But her hands came up and covered his ears while those eyes demanded attention.
“Hold on, Captain. The gemstone’s just a wink now.”
“I am holding on, darling.”
He knew the gemstone was gone when the ship swiveled, imitating its motion during their descent. The melody cut off as they swam into murky waters once more, and the swiveling grew in its intensity. They rocked and rocked…and their bodies rode it, rocking at each other in turn. Her hands disappeared from his ear, but clung to his arms to anchor herself from the violent motion. Desire brimmed, then spilled over, as he grazed into softness, smelled that creamy orange, and felt her breathing going rapid.
It was torture at its finest, her body molding against his in a way that made him imagine how it would be between them in bed: that fucking body rocking in time with the beat of his thrusts inside her. She would be tight, sweet, wet…and she would be wild, moaning out his name and begging for more, those green orbs clouding over as they did now. His mouth hovered over hers, a whisper away. He ached, wanting to taste now, knowing nothing could be as good.
“Isaiah?”
Somehow, he hadn’t even noticed that the aquamarine dome was gone and they could speak again. He bit back a curse, fighting the desperate temptation to push his hips against her until she cradled them. He was hard, and only an idiot wouldn’t feel it. Nicola was no idiot, her belly rubbing against his erection.
“Isaiah,” she called out, tone lower. More breathless, as if he wasn’t the only one affected.
“Jesus, darling. You say my name like that, and you think I have a prayer?”
Nicola blinked, her lips parting. He traced them with his, a moment of weakness. Astonishment punched when the whisper-brush sensation had her nipples pebbling against his chest. A groan slipped from his throat, bitten back, too, as his arousal hit a point that made it very difficult to think beyond what was happening now.
