daddy’s little darling, but all the time she was feeding information to her brothers. Don’t worry, I won’t let Neptune or his minions near you.”
His touch was a catalyst that set off a chemical reaction inside her. Her pussy creamed with molten honey, but her wanton side battled her common sense. She should up and leave. She knew that…really. Only, with Neptune’s goons on her trail, she’d nowhere to hide.
She sat straighter in the chair and glowered right back. “Some of my sisters preserve their virginity in the hope they’ll be chosen to mate with a god. Of course, there’s never been any offspring, and if their lot’s chosen, at least they’re mentally prepared, and above all, they’re willing. I was stupid not to give up my virginity sooner.”
Another furious rumble rolled about Jase’s throat, and for the first time, she noticed his horns. Short and spiky, they emerged from his hair in sexy little points that she wanted to stroke. She’d thought his hair was black, but against his ebony horns, it was more the color of the midnight sky.
Neptune’s balls, I’ve never seen a more attractive male.
If Saul was a god, Jase was a demon—one with dark eyes, pupils that burned like tongues of flame, and wicked, lickable horns. And she definitely wanted to be the one doing the licking. Her sisters had told her how much demons liked that. Not that the Sirens bedded demons often. Demons were strong willed and almost immune to Siren song. But those horns… They made Lindy’s mouth water, and she needed to run her tongue over them. Maybe if she did that, Jase would groan with satisfaction. Yeah, she’d really like to make him do that. And why am I wasting my time fantasizing over a male who hates Sirens?
No wonder Jase had seemed deadly and dangerous as he plowed his way through the country and western club—because that was exactly what he was.
Saturn— damn it, I can’t think of him as anything but Saul —moved like he was allergic to a feminine touch. He shot out of reach, blinked, and forced a smile. “Your throwback genetics make you stronger than the other Sirens, and whatever Neptune broke in your race’s psyche, it didn’t affect you.”
Did he just call me a Neanderthal again? She’d always known gods came with a built-in arrogance, but he took condescending up a gear. At least he seemed happy she didn’t join the queue to leap into Neptune’s bed. And Jase… Jase was a fascinating mix of anger, intensity, and sex appeal. Who knew demons came packaged in a gruff exterior and give-me-your-panties grace—not that she was wearing any. Hey, Jase, easy access guaranteed . And despite the size of his erection, he’d ruled himself out when it came to sex.
“Lindy? Are you still with us?” Saul laughed.
Great . Now she’d detoured off into her own world, and thank goodness her inattention hadn’t insulted a primal god. One who kept his sunglasses and gloves on in the house. Maybe he thought touching her defiled him in some way, which sort of scotched a Siren-and-god combo later. Or maybe tossing lightning bolts left scars, but she’d only find out if he pulled off his fingerless gloves and blasted her. Yeah, really trying not to go there . Besides now that she’d met Jase, she knew exactly where her virginity was heading.
She stiffened her spine and tried to pretend she was as strong as Saul thought, but she couldn’t meet his gaze. “Okay, Mr. Saturn, sir, I get that Neptune’s toast if he doesn’t fuck a virgin on the summer equinox, but they didn’t draw lots this time. Why me?”
She shot a quick glance at Jase when he gave her fingers a reassuring squeeze. He’s turned friendly all of a sudden, not that I’m complaining . The whites of his eyes glowed black, and the irises flickered as if filled with flames. All that latent power, sexuality, and strength gave him a dark, seductive edge that she found…enthralling. She almost moaned and kissed his fingers, but
His touch was a catalyst that set off a chemical reaction inside her. Her pussy creamed with molten honey, but her wanton side battled her common sense. She should up and leave. She knew that…really. Only, with Neptune’s goons on her trail, she’d nowhere to hide.
She sat straighter in the chair and glowered right back. “Some of my sisters preserve their virginity in the hope they’ll be chosen to mate with a god. Of course, there’s never been any offspring, and if their lot’s chosen, at least they’re mentally prepared, and above all, they’re willing. I was stupid not to give up my virginity sooner.”
Another furious rumble rolled about Jase’s throat, and for the first time, she noticed his horns. Short and spiky, they emerged from his hair in sexy little points that she wanted to stroke. She’d thought his hair was black, but against his ebony horns, it was more the color of the midnight sky.
Neptune’s balls, I’ve never seen a more attractive male.
If Saul was a god, Jase was a demon—one with dark eyes, pupils that burned like tongues of flame, and wicked, lickable horns. And she definitely wanted to be the one doing the licking. Her sisters had told her how much demons liked that. Not that the Sirens bedded demons often. Demons were strong willed and almost immune to Siren song. But those horns… They made Lindy’s mouth water, and she needed to run her tongue over them. Maybe if she did that, Jase would groan with satisfaction. Yeah, she’d really like to make him do that. And why am I wasting my time fantasizing over a male who hates Sirens?
No wonder Jase had seemed deadly and dangerous as he plowed his way through the country and western club—because that was exactly what he was.
Saturn— damn it, I can’t think of him as anything but Saul —moved like he was allergic to a feminine touch. He shot out of reach, blinked, and forced a smile. “Your throwback genetics make you stronger than the other Sirens, and whatever Neptune broke in your race’s psyche, it didn’t affect you.”
Did he just call me a Neanderthal again? She’d always known gods came with a built-in arrogance, but he took condescending up a gear. At least he seemed happy she didn’t join the queue to leap into Neptune’s bed. And Jase… Jase was a fascinating mix of anger, intensity, and sex appeal. Who knew demons came packaged in a gruff exterior and give-me-your-panties grace—not that she was wearing any. Hey, Jase, easy access guaranteed . And despite the size of his erection, he’d ruled himself out when it came to sex.
“Lindy? Are you still with us?” Saul laughed.
Great . Now she’d detoured off into her own world, and thank goodness her inattention hadn’t insulted a primal god. One who kept his sunglasses and gloves on in the house. Maybe he thought touching her defiled him in some way, which sort of scotched a Siren-and-god combo later. Or maybe tossing lightning bolts left scars, but she’d only find out if he pulled off his fingerless gloves and blasted her. Yeah, really trying not to go there . Besides now that she’d met Jase, she knew exactly where her virginity was heading.
She stiffened her spine and tried to pretend she was as strong as Saul thought, but she couldn’t meet his gaze. “Okay, Mr. Saturn, sir, I get that Neptune’s toast if he doesn’t fuck a virgin on the summer equinox, but they didn’t draw lots this time. Why me?”
She shot a quick glance at Jase when he gave her fingers a reassuring squeeze. He’s turned friendly all of a sudden, not that I’m complaining . The whites of his eyes glowed black, and the irises flickered as if filled with flames. All that latent power, sexuality, and strength gave him a dark, seductive edge that she found…enthralling. She almost moaned and kissed his fingers, but
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