The Siren Series 3: Brandon (A Siren Novel) by Marata Eros Read Free Book Online

be the sexual slave of the Reapers,” Ren elaborates.
    “And why is that bad?” Mikhail asks.
    I narrow my eyes on him. “What? I'm nobody's slave.”
    Kellan snorts.
    He's kind of a jerk , I decide.
    “You'll beg for it, breeder.”
    Definitely a jerk.
    I put my hands on my hips. “Not from you, pencil dick.”
    “Nova,” Ren groans, “please.”
    “Nope. No can do. They're hunky but too bossy in their tight-ass pants.”
    Kellan the Reaper's mouth hangs agape.
    Mikhail removes a dagger from a hidden sheath at his waist. “This will not end well, Harborer.”
    “For whom?” Ren asks.
    I back away as Ren brings it.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    Brandon
     
    I want to gorge on her like fine chocolate. Instead, I ease my stiff cock inside her tight opening, relishing each ripple of sleek, wet muscle that strokes me.
    I spread her wide, my gaze pegging that sweet spot where her pulse leaps in the hollow of her throat.
    Soon.
    I hold out, knowing when I come, I'll hit that throbbing vein and take.
    She moans as I reach the end of her. My cock searches for that divot in her womb that signals she can take my nuts if I want to go balls deep.
    I can't find it. Not Druid enough.
    I pull out of her, a slick pull of resistant flesh. Gripping her shoulders, I shove her harder against me as I pin her deep inside.
    “Ah!” she yells into the cab.
    I hit the gearshift with my thigh, and it moves into neutral.
    I ignore everything but the female beneath me. My hands slide from her shoulders to underneath her body, finding her ass cheeks. I grip them, lifting her hips so I can plunge with greater depth and speed. Her tight hole takes everything I give. Her breasts dance inside the torn remnants of her bra.
    Soft mewling sounds exit her mouth, and she cries, “Harder!”
    I slam into her, holding nothing back. Sweat beads on my temple, rivulets running down my face and splashing on her jiggling tits.
    Then it happens.
    Her womb opens, and I sink deeper.
    “Yes!” I yell as my balls sink into her willing channel.
    I was wrong. She is Druid enough. She's just never been fucked by the right male.
    I lay on top of her, and her hips lift to meet my pumping cock. I press deeper, pushing my feet hard against the door. I sink inside her, and we are so deeply locked, I feel as if we're of one body.
    With a final thrust, my seed shoots out of me. Fangs fully extended, I slide my hand to her head and push the side of her face against the seat. I strike, and she screams even as her body gushes in a wet hard pulse around my prick, milking it and extracting a second course of essence from deep inside.
    I pull hard at her throat, and she gurgles beneath me.
    I feel the pulse of her pussy and heart. One takes from deep within me as her blood provides for my starved body.
    Her heartbeat grows dim, and I release her throat.
    I move her face to the side, and it falls back, her eyes fluttering shut.
    Fuck.
    I took too much.
    Saving her is dangerous, but at this point, I'm murdering a female of Druid blood. She’s not fully Druid, but enough to allow my balls entry and suck them dry.
    I stroke her face, jerking my now-flaccid cock out of her.
    A low, satisfied moan escapes her lips. Great , but she's still dying.
    Dying of pleasure is still just as dead.
    I squeeze her lips together, and they pucker like a blow-fish’s. They're cherry red and ready.
    My cock gets hard again just thinking about those lips around it. Maybe later.
    Right now, it's saving time.
    I slit my wrist with a swipe of fangs. Blood drips in a steady stream, and I raise my arm above her mashed lips. Blood falls into her mouth like liquid rubies, and I use my other hand to massage her throat.
    She convulsively swallows. I watch my blood work on her body until she’s breathing more evenly, her eyes slowly opening.
    My hand drops from her throat, and I allow the wound I made to close.
    She blinks up at me. “What was that ?”
    I smile, sitting back on my haunches. “That was us