Siren - Hazel Grace Page 0,60
exhale, dropping her chin to her chest. “Yes, Tybalt, like that.”
“Yeah?” he utters, suddenly confident. “You like that, beauty?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Mhm, you’re so good at this.”
I jerk at my chains, forgetting for a split second that I’m bound. She wants this reaction out of me, the rage and thwarting, which will pose a problem for her in the long run. The moment the opportunity presents itself she is going to wish she never did this. Wish she’d thought harder about keeping me here.
Regardless of the cuff, she took this too far the moment she snapped Priamos’s neck. She should’ve just killed me and got it over with.
“The big, bad beast is up,” Davina mutters. “Show him how you fuck a woman properly, and with respect.”
“I’m going to,” Tybalt says eagerly, clasping her hips. “My God, you’re so tight.”
“Blood,” I seethe. “Your game isn’t going to make this thing between us be over.”
“Keep talking,” she voices on a shaky breath. “Your deep voice is going to make me come.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I rally. “My cock inside you instead of his.”
A mirthless laugh leaves her lips. “I don’t know. Tybalt is doing a really good job, aren’t you?” Leaning forward, she places a chaste kiss to his lips. His cock slowing as he relishes in their moment that I’m firsthand witness to.
That I don’t want to be in.
“I’m going to come,” he stresses urgently, pumping himself faster. Davina lets him continue a moment longer before she pries herself from him.
Standing, she straddles him between her legs, watching him pump his cock and freeing his seed over his stomach.
She rakes her hand through her hair and leans forward. “Wasn’t that worth dying for?”
Tybalt chortles, pushing himself up on his elbows. “The best way to die.”
“Good.” A skin-prickling crack jolts through the room as Tybalt’s body lifelessly slumps to the floor. Davina disregards him just as quickly as she snapped his neck, steps over his body, and strides in my direction. I’m blind with rage and remorse. These men will all suffer for my getting caught, and Davina will make sure I see every single one of them die.
“That was for you,” she jabs, stopping in front of me. “My sisters won’t be so kind tomorrow.”
Then she disappears out the door, leaving me with a dead shipmate and my dick semi fucking hard.
My ship rocks to the left as a cannonball hits the hull. Men skid along the deck, holding on to each other and any object they can to keep from falling while I’m staring at the fucker on the other ship, tipping his large black hat at me. On the Captain’s deck, he’s above everyone, in perfect view and as cocky and stupid as ever.
Delilah was built to be the strongest vessel in the Black Sea. With the most cannons, the strength to carry the largest amount of gunpowder and men. Whoever this lout thought he was, he is going to be pondering it beneath the waves of my ship.
He thought he was someone, I’ve never seen his ship before, but he flew a red Hunter flag and has been trying to ram us for the last five minutes to get some of their men on board. Some have attempted to, swinging off lines to land onto our decks just to delve right into the ocean.
However, the main problem was how far south he is. How close he is to Davina’s home and that no Hunter has ever come this far because Sirens are known to like the cooler water. So, immediately, something tips me off that this isn’t a coincidence because it has my Uncle Declan written all over it.
“Fire,” I bellow to my crew, already used to the sound of the twelve cannons going off almost simultaneously.
The ship rocks back a little from the force as I peer over at Asher, who has taken the wheel.
“Damage report,” I order.
“Few more hits, Capt’n,” he yells back. “Should be able to disable ‘em.”
I turn back to my crew. “Load up.” They follow my instructions, packing the cannons and waiting for my next order.
“Theon,” I shout over the whines of the ship, hitting the larger than normal waves that’s causing the damage it’s taken thus far. He appears at my side within seconds, silently waiting for me to speak. “I want the best men on the ship suited up to fight. The next round of cannons should incapacitate them.”
“Aye, aye, Capt’n,” he replies then scurries away.
“Men, get ready,” I charge.