Siren - Hazel Grace Page 0,26
her head then looks to both the men on my left and right. Grubby hands grip underneath my armpits and lift me to my feet, but they don’t let go. I thrash to get out of their hold, but I get nowhere.
This feeling of helplessness, it only propels my anger for being here. Why my father sent me on a suicide mission over a wrist cuff that allegedly was one of our ancestors’ I may never know.
“Are you going to kill me now?” I seethe.
She sends me an exasperated look over her shoulder and continues walking as the guards make me follow.
I’ve seen castles, taken over a few in my time, but nothing compared to this.
While most of the places I’ve been were supported by wooden beams with dark paints and wallpapers, this palace is in different shades of blues. Every wall has a window to let in the light, even the ceilings. There are no gaudy pictures of gods and goddesses, but coral reefs make up some of the wall structure, and shells of all shapes and sizes hang from them.
The place is cheery and bright, mirroring the sea with all its design and hues of color.
After two turns and a set of stairs, Davina stops at a room and twists the door knob, stepping aside to let me walk inside to a bedroom of royal blue and gold. The bed is large with white sheets and pillows, a large desk sits on one side of the wall, while a large hutch resides on the other.
The room is magnificent, but it seems to be another prison.
I turn to Davina, who still stands in the doorway, her two men behind her.
“Another prison?”
She shakes her head.
“Then what?”
“You’re a visitor in Her Majesty’s house, Dagen the Blood Axe,” one of her men state. “Make yourself at home.”
My gaze falls back on the young siren in front of me. “This won’t be my home, Blood.”
She hits me with a glare. I don’t know what she was expecting—to adopt me? I might act like an animal at times, but I’m not looking to be anyone’s pet.
“Dinner is at six,” the other man instructs.
“I won’t be hungry,” I allude.
“Then she’ll drag you there.”
I perk a brow. “Really?” She smirks, and I cross my arms over my chest. “I’d love to see that.”
She sizes me up while I do the same, and damn, there’s a lot to admire about the little temptress who hasn’t tried a quarter of the things her older sister did.
Which was a lot.
Just the idea of fucking has been on my mind since it happened. My cock has been wanting to sink deep inside a woman for days, my imagination running wild with scenarios and positions.
None of them including Edda.
She isn't my wife, I'm not ready to build a family. I'm meant to save our people, it's what I'm good at. But seeing these woman, barely clothed, the most beautiful of the opposite sex I have ever seen, my fantasies just don’t end with a fully clothed Edda.
Instead with green eyes and red hair. Her hand wrapped around my cock and lips pressed around the tip. My fingers through the strands of her hair and—
My new bedroom door slams shut, leaving me alone once more.
Giving the room another look over, it’s better than sleeping in the middle of the hard tiled floor. Next dilemma is waiting on the little broad to see if she thinks she’s going to drag me out of this room to eat dinner with her.
The little Siren isn’t going to get what she wants.
She drug me to the elongated dining room table with a knife to my ribs. I guess she didn’t specify how she was going to get me into this room. I was hoping for her little hands to try and wrap about my wrists again while she attempted to pull me from my new place of residence, but my dreams have been more vibrant and outrageous lately.
Seated at one side of the table, Davina sits across from me while her enticing sister, Nesrine, sits to my right.
“Now this will be fun,” she mutters, her hand gliding across the back of my chair as she plops down beside me.
The others file into the room slowly, while I ignore her, each taking a seat and passing stares mixed with glances of blended emotions, murder, and curiosity. Davina remains unaffected while Atarah glares at her from the head of the table.
Fucking wonderful.
Pinned between the woman who kissed the