Page 172 of Fallen Stars

Adrian ran his tongue up her throat, pulling her lip between his teeth and swirling his tongue lazily around her mouth as they brought each other over the edge.

He let out a low rumble as he felt Oceanne’s walls squeezing around him, the siren’s moan as she came so intoxicating that he wished he couldbathein it. The sound clawed within him, engulfing him for a moment as her hips stuttered, her nails dug into his chest, and he floated for a moment. Aquamarine light surrounded them, and it must have been his, for he felt so blissfully at peace as she came again and again.

Then he was brought back down to earth as a terrible pain in his chest seemed to yank him towards her. He gritted his teeth, the strange pain passing as quickly as it came.

With it, his own release chased him, as though whatever feeling had struck him was the last push towards his climax.

“Oceanne I’m going to—”

He felt her push off him, and to his utter disbelief, her mouth wrapped around him as he came, spilling down her throat. She sucked hard, her tongue lapping over his head as his hips rocked into her, the climax so intense that he saw stars. He came and came until there was nothing left, Oceanne continuing to coax him with her tongue.

Finally, he was done, sagging against his restraints.

“Holy fucking Stars,” he murmured, his breath ragged.

He heard a dark chuckle, the sound of Oceanne standing.

“That was—”

“Incredible,” he heard Oceanne whisper back, her voice shaking slightly.

“Oceanne, please let me—”

“No,” came the firm reply. “Adrian, you can’t see me. Please. Please let us just have this one thing between us.”

Adrian sighed. “Then at least stay.”

He heard the sound of wood clinking—a rowboat returned.

“Shit,” Oceanne whispered, and he felt a fleeting kiss against his lips, felt the rope suspending his arms being undone. “Tomorrow,” she whispered as she helped pull Adrian’s arms from their tethers. “I’ll return tomorrow.”

Adrian heard her footsteps, a creak on the gangplank, and Oceanne’s oceanflower scent snatched on the breeze as she disappeared over the side. He wasn’t sure if he imagined the splash of her retreating back to the sea.

He snatched his blindfold off, looking around wildly for his siren, but saw nothing but the deck as it was before Oceanne had fucked the life out of him. He rubbed his wrists, grinning, as he took a moment to catch his breath, to come back to earth.

Footsteps sounded, and he swore, pulling his trousers up hurriedly and taking another swig from the discarded bottle of flamespirit beside him to calm his heart.

Enzo and Elara came into view, and he tried to force composure over himself. How did one who hadn’t been tied up and fucked by a mermaid look? Adrian wasn’t sure.

As they came closer, the two looked visibly shaken, pale in the moonlight, but it was Elara’s gaze that made him lower his bottle. There was a cool glint of ire in her eyes as she observed him before looking back to the swaying gangplank. Enzo shot her a warning look. She shot him one back.

Before Adrian could open his mouth to greet them both, Elara cocked her head, her eyes narrowing.

“Adrian,” she asked, her voice eerily calm, “what the fuck was Cancia doing on this ship?”

Chapter Sixty

Adrian let out a laugh. “What?!”

Elara took two strides towards him. “I asked, what the fuck aStar—the consort of Scorpius—was doing on this ship?”

“El,” Enzo murmured behind her. She raised a hand out to him.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Elara.”

Had the Moon been hit on the head in her outing. Cancia?

But then Adrian stilled. “I’m not a siren or a mermaid,” Oceanne had said on that first night they had spoken. He quickly denied the thought. There was no way in—