Sacrifices of the Siren [Sirens and Sailors 6] (Siren Publishing Allure)

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Book: Sacrifices of the Siren [Sirens and Sailors 6] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Bella Settarra Read Free Book Online
Authors: Bella Settarra
Tags: Romance
nightmare.

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    Blandon was having a sleepless night. Dr. Jay and Farris had finally convinced him that it was pointless taking one of the fishing boats over to Eastland until they knew all the facts. Besides, it would be dark before he arrived and the little boats weren’t really equipped for sailing at night. Instead he had waited impatiently for Rech and Aitan to return. They hadn’t been able to tell him much more about the situation, except to describe the house and the street in which Melantho was living with the two old crones. It sounded awful and he knew she would be unhappy. He couldn’t believe she had willingly left him—but he was convinced that whatever hold Hermandine had on her it wouldn’t be enough to turn him against her. He just had to convince her of that!
    He was sure Rechavia and Aitan had done all they could to convince Hermandine to let them see Melantho. Rech was a well-trained Dom who would never give up without a fight. He had told them that, although he and Aitan could have forced their way into the house, they were concerned that their actions might have an adverse effect—they wouldn’t put it past Hermandine to punish Melantho for their actions. Blandon hadn’t actually considered that, and was now desperately trying to find a way around it.
    He had hardly slept a wink when he heard giggling from Marinos’s bedroom. The sun was already streaming through his open window as he grabbed a towel ready for a morning swim. He hoped it would wake him up a little and put him in a better mood for the day ahead.
    As he passed his friend’s bedroom he heard a yelp and pushed the door open to see if Marinos was all right. He needn’t have worried. Marinos was lying on top of Sapphire, making love to her while Delmer was lying beneath her. They were obviously involved in a session of double penetration which was why they were being so noisy. He could see a sheen of sweat covering Marinos’s broad back and heard Sapphire moan uncontrollably. Marinos’s black hair stuck to his neck and his muscles rippled as he increased his pace. Delmer’s sandy-brown hair could just be seen on the cover, and his gasping indicated the proximity of his orgasm. Shaking his head, Blandon quietly closed the door and headed for the beach.
    He welcomed the bite of the cold water on his tired body and sprawled in the waves before taking himself for a strenuous swim to try to clear his head. His mind whirled with possibilities as he hauled the water around his aching body. He put all his anger and frustration into his strokes as he heaved his muscles through the deep green ocean. After a while he slowed his pace as he realized how tired he was becoming, and he looked back to shore. He was amazed to find that he had swum a long way from the island, and headed back inland. The swim did him good, as he felt much calmer, though exhausted when he finally dragged his panting body onto the beach.
    “Good morning.” Pallas had been watching him, and smiled as he neared her. He slumped down onto the sand, careful not to splash her as he started to rub himself with the towel. The old lady was sitting on a rock, as she found it difficult to get up and down from the ground nowadays.
    “Hi,” he managed as he threw her a smile.
    “That was some swim you had there.”
    “I needed it.”
    “I can imagine. It reminded me of something. Melantho used to come down here very early in the mornings, before Hermandine and the rest of the girls would have got up. She used to swim for a while. I came down one day when it was still dark and saw her. She was crying. She must have been crying while she swam because her face was bright red when she got out of the water. I hid behind those rocks so she wouldn’t be embarrassed. I saw her do it several times, but I never told her I’d seen her. She must have only been able to cry because she was alone. Sometimes I could hear her sobbing while she was in the sea. I never knew why she

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