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“Steal siren song from him.”
She stared some more until comprehension dawned: she needed to get the siren’s hypnosis out of him. Emerald opened her mouth to ask questions, then abandoned it as a waste of time. She offered a prayer of hope, nudged some energy to her lips, then leaned down and pressed them against his.
The kiss was chaste, perfunctory, perhaps necessary. His lips were cold, but they warmed at her energy until there was no more left. Frustration simmered when he still didn’t move, her hope crashing into helplessness and her lips pressing harder…
“Alive.”
Yu’s voice faded away as Rick’s mouth moved against her. She jolted away on instinct, but his hands were already locking her in place…and he was kissing her with a fervency that bordered on desperation. Shock skated in her stomach at how so into it he was, his eyes still closed. Then the shock transformed into something else as he just wouldn’t relent, seemingly drawing on to her lips as if they offered something he wanted. Needed.
He was soft, demanding, and everything in between. Her response was inevitable as heat sparked in her system, then spread until her toes were curling and her body was on fire. When his hand cupped her cheek and angled the kiss deeper, the fire licked at her core. When he groaned against her mouth, a sound so masculine and aroused, she opened her mouth until his tongue was coasting in and burning her further. He groaned again.
Then images began to assault Emerald.
Chapter 4
She kissed like she meant it and made him ache in places Rick didn’t know he could ache again, or ache this hard. He knew, though, that kissing her was wrong, not when his senses were all a blur and he couldn’t remember why they were kissing in the first place. But hell, she tasted so soft, so ripe…so delicious. The ice queen he had come to know and get used to had melted into a puddle of heat until he was hot and clammy all over, his blood thickening with it and his cock raging in his pants.
When Emerald moved, torn between jumping back and crawling closer, he solved it for her by locking her in his lap and splaying his hands on her ass. They tensed. They melted, too, when he kept massaging them and rocked once—slow, light, but enough to send him into a path of need ready to flatten her to the ground and…
Fuck her. Do things to her. Taste every inch of her up.
Before his body could give in, images floated in his mind, then began to form a massive collage. He froze as he watched them churn, roll, and ricochet around each other before settling into a story where she was front and center. At each revealed picture, stupefaction punched him in the gut and shook his core. Then they were gone as abruptly as they came, returning him to the cave where he had just been kissing the life out of the witch that he shouldn’t be kissing.
Their bodies were no longer attached, no longer about to grind on each other. Whatever intimate moment there was, it was broken and he knew from her expression that she wasn’t going to climb his lap again. That didn’t stop him from noting her flushed cheeks and her pink lips, still swollen from his kiss. Belatedly, the rest of his memory came back and he barked out a frustrated laugh as he glanced at the glowing string around the water bank.
“I woke up and saw her, but then all I could hear was her singing. It was so nice and…”
“A trap,” she confirmed. “She dragged you underwater and that bank isn’t as shallow as we thought. Sirens tend to do that.”
“Sirens?”
“Yes.”
He grimaced, not liking how close to death they were for the nth time. When she didn’t elaborate and kept staring at him, he looked back and realized he couldn’t have been the only one to see images.
“What did you see?” he asked. “About me?”
There was a contemplative pause. “You were right. Someone was trying to murder you, but I couldn’t see the face. I saw the magic, though. It’s not familiar and it’s not like mine. I think your murderer knows about your shield and tried to catch you when you were…drunk.”
“I haven’t been drunk in a while,” he said, slightly defensive and shutting down the times when it was all he had ever been. “Fae folks don’t get drunk easily, but that’s beside the point. I stopped drinking a while ago, so someone must have spiked my water or something.”
“Hmm.”
“What else did you see?”
She hesitated. “Partying. Lots of partying. You being surrounded by your friends and women…lots of women.”
This time, he couldn’t help inwardly groaning because…well, his record when it came to women wasn’t very impressive. He had stopped in that department, too, as sleeping around just left him with a sickening, hollow feeling and he realized just how much of a selfish, arrogant bastard he had been.
“Oh.”
She didn’t judge, not like she used to every time she looked at him. Instead, she seemed to work up the courage to get to the next question.
“What did you see? About me?”
You crying and your heart breaking. You ready to offer yourself to your secret fiancé before he dumped you and wanted nothing to do with you. Your damned Broom’s Isle folks talking behind your back and making fun of your misery and me wanting to pummel every single one of them.
The memory felt raw, every emotion alive and clawing at him. It felt like a lifetime before he could wrangle them in, but he managed. Rick looked her in the eyes, struggling with calm. His hand fisted, his body ready to leap to that island.
