though? Oh, she liked that. A lot. It said she was more than monster
“We’ll watch some TV and see how long I can keep you turned on, while you sit on my lap on the sofa.”
He swiveled her, rearranging her as if she were a doll kneeling on a mantlepiece, and pointed at two padded seats. They were long and formed into a deep U-shape due to being pushed close to each other. Both were rich brown in color.
He left her alone for a moment, padding away.
This room, one entire wall of this room, was the glass of her tank. Sun streamed through the water.
Green, the sun turned it into a perfect clarified green, with the sand lined up and snuggled against the glass.
Water was her element. Her rightful place. Then what was she doing here?
Being his little doll toy. Mmm.
His idea for making her human was to make her shift due to pleasure. If he’d asked, she could have told him it would wear off.
However, what was a TV? Left on her knees on the floor rug, she followed him, brow wrinkling, as he picked up a small black rectangle and pressed on it. The gun lay discarded on a low, shiny metal table beside the sofas.
Everything was shiny.
On the wall adjacent to the pool wall, a rectangle of black became a talking, moving picture.
TV.
She chewed on the gag.
Oh. Oh yes. She’d seen these through the huge windows of establishments that were thronging with rowdy people. Or in the windows of shops. The years had flicked by, one after another, and she would walk in the towns. Each year the TVs grew bigger, brighter, until they seemed a cut-out part of life, made loud and flat.
Television they had called them, once. TV now.
Wolfgang tossed the rectangle aside, strode to her then kissed her. He surely loved kissing. Her mouth hurt after all this time wrenched apart, and she winced.
“Huh.” He examined her, his fingers exploring along her gumline. “Human teeth. Good. But I bet you can still crush my dick with these.” His mouth twisted at the corner. “I bet.”
Somehow that sounded… Wistful.
“You are so… You make me want to touch you.”
His hands ran over her, traveling skin on skin, murmuring thrills, summoning passion.
These fleeting touches conjured frissons, a trail of his fingers that made her shiver and gasp, tantalizing her at neck, ears, and breasts, tickling over her stomach. He seemed to marvel at what he found at times, and he bent and kissed her lightly like a supplicant priest.
Slowly he straightened. Wolfgang stepped away, breathing as hard as she.
He hesitated before he spoke, his hands curling up, closing.
“I’m going to take off the gag. You’re not to bite me.” That was said as if he wasn’t sure it would happen like he wanted but was past caring. “I want to hear you speak, the sounds you make—”
He glowered at her with his head tilted low.
Eyebrows raised, she found herself trembling. Stuck on her knees, tied up, and he was acting as if she had made him do this. She was something no one had catalogued or studied or, thankfully, dissected. Siren. Maybe, this was my doing? The thought sang to her and she smiled to herself. And what siren would refuse such mad devotion?
None.
She wasn’t sure if she would bite him under any circumstances. Not now.
Her need to mutilate him horrendously had been obliterated.
She needed him to touch her again. Needed, not wanted. Compulsion.
Even so. People bit too. Raffaela traced her tongue around the inside of the gag metal. She could’ve done it as a human girl. Dicks were not made of rock, no matter that men boasted of such. Some of her patrons in the streets of London had liked her biting them as they fucked her mouth.
“So. No biting. Okay?”
She nodded. Anything to get this thing off.
The gag was removed and placed beside the gun, then he stepped away and undressed. His hands were trembling, but his cock was fully erect.
So soon. That was not normal for a man.
She’d never tested her siren powers on land or when the Ravening was not on her.
“What are you doing to me?”
He leaned in and thumbed her neck on her beating pulse.
“You will see. Be good.” Desperation in that tone, passion in his hold. He pushed up her head, angled his own, and kissed her, this one hard and somehow grim. Determined kissing. Lips roved on lips, tugging, nipping, breathing each other’s air and delicate moans, and his