A Siren's Wish (2 page)

“Almost there,” she said. Chase didn’t bother to look. She wasn’t going to get the needle in and he knew it.

She mumbled an apology and thankfully put the needle down. She wrote something on his chart and was about to hit the call button when in walked the sexiest doctor Chase had ever laid eyes on. She didn’t look at him. Instead she walked over to his chart, read it silently for a few minutes, and then and only then did she raise her eyes to his.

He knew exactly what that damn chart said.
Dead man.
No amount of fancy handwriting was going to change the outcome but he couldn’t quite voice that yet.

“I’m Dr. Rivers, mind if I try that?” she said, more to the nurse than him.

Chase nodded. “Go ahead.” He laid his head back down on the overly starched pillow and ground his teeth against the poke and prod as the doctor who looked like she was fresh out of med school moved to the side table where the IV needles were laid out.

She picked up a needle, and then moved around the bed, surprising him. She didn’t say a word, simply took his left arm, not his right since only a blind idiot couldn’t help but notice the veins on that arm had dried up, and started to massage his arm.
What the hell?

He turned to her. “So, you must be new?”

The nurse, who was fiddling with something to his other side, laughed. “She gets that all the time. Don’t you, Dr. Rivers?”

Chase noted how Dr. Rivers didn’t say anything. Instead her mesmerizing sea green eyes stared at his arm. Chase thought she had the most mesmerizing eyes he’d ever seen. Her fingers gently massaged his limb and he started to feel relaxed. Whatever she was doing felt like heaven.
And what do you know, I’m not as dead as I thought
. Suddenly Chase got a hard-on the likes of which his body hadn’t experienced in over two years.
Christ.
He gulped, wishing he could pull his arm free, suddenly embarrassed with his body’s betrayal but equally pleased he could still get it up.

“What’s it been now, Dr. Rivers, ten years since you started here with us?” The nurse filled in the silence with information the doctor was not about to divulge. Chase understood that. As a cop he kept his share of secrets, namely keeping his mouth shut when he started to think the cancer had come back.

He had ignored the symptoms until the lie was written all over his face and had invaded his body. Chase had been admitted to the hospital with stage three cancer. He highly suspected his body would not take kindly to the radiation and chemotherapy again. He’d had such a hard time four years ago that even thinking about it caused his body to shudder.

“This won’t hurt,” said Dr. Rivers. Her voice was husky and soft, reminding him of the feel of warm water cascading over his body. He turned his head to laugh at her but the needle slid in place and Chase hadn’t felt a damn thing.

Dr. Rivers smiled at him. His heartbeat sped up.
Great! Crushing on the doctor, so not good!
She tapped the needle down onto his arm so he wouldn’t dislodge it and then turned her attention to his chart, again. Chase wanted to rip that chart off his bed and fling it in the garbage.

The nurse left and Dr. Rivers thanked her. Every time the doctor spoke, goosebumps came to life on Chase. He was beginning to think he was delusional but honestly, her voice soothed him like nothing he’d ever experienced before and it feel so damn good he wasn’t about to question it.

“I see Dr. Hart is your physician. Is that by choice?”

Hell no,
thought Chase. “Not really. He’s just the doctor the force assigned to me.”
And the biggest asshole this side of the street.

“I see.” Her dark brown eyebrows quirked together which made her look even younger. Ten years with this hospital. No way did Dr. Rivers look a day over twenty-five. Chase loved how she kept her pitch black hair tucked up tight in a straight no-nonsense ponytail. He highly suspected that loose, it rested low on her back. Even wearing the lab coat there was no way to hide her large breasts, but what arrested Chase more than anything was her mouth. Her lips were plump and blood red in color and he was man enough to know she wasn’t wearing lipstick or gloss. The longing to kiss her lips lit him up. Must be the drugs they’re pumping into me.

Chase laughed out loud at that thought.

“Something funny?” she asked.

“Nope. Well sort of, but trust me you don’t want to know.”

She smiled like she totally understood but then quickly turned her eyes to his damn chart. God he hated having that thing rest by his feet. It reminded him too much of a toe tag and since he worked the murder squad he’d seen enough of those tags to last him an eternity.

She dropped the chart and moved to his right side. The smell of the beach and fresh flowers sailed into him. Chase blinked. God, those drugs are powerful.

“I’m going to leave now. If you start to feel queasy please don’t hesitate to call the nurse. I’m going to leave her with a note to give you something special that will help you sleep tonight. Would that be okay?”

“Sure, sounds great, but a kiss from you would sound even better. Shit!” cursed Chase. “Did I just say that out loud? Sorry about that, must be the drugs.” He attempted a chuckle but failed.

Dr. Rivers moved to where his head was now resting on the pillow and unexpectedly leaned over his bed.

“I’m coming back Mr. Carter, so you rest now.” Sensually, she moved closer and at the very last moment turned her mouth to his cheek. The kiss was chaste and might have felt like an act of compassion had it not been the fact her hand clearly rested on his erection. She smiled, and Chase got lost in the depths of her green pupils. He swore he saw the ocean in her eyes and it warmed a part of him he thought dying.

“Chase. Please call me Chase. Only my father was called Mr. Carter.”

She straightened, adjusted her lab coat and moved to the door. “See you later, Chase.”

“I seriously hope you’re not teasing me,” he said, feeling his words slur from the effects of the meds.

“I’m coming for you. That’s a promise, Chase.” She opened his door and the sounds of a Christmas jingle from the nursing station wafted into his room.

Chase closed his eyes, feeling the smile form on his face. Dr. River’s was not at all what he expected. His cock throbbed even more and Chase thought that was the best freaking Christmas miracle ever.

* * *

Chapter Three

Sasha confronted Dr. Hart immediately. She didn’t go for his usual small talk. She outranked him in the hospital and they both knew it. Chase Carter was her patient now. Sasha couldn’t cure him, the cancer was too advanced, but for once in her life she was determined to give a man pleasure. Chase deserved that.

As a siren she possessed the skill to get a full glimpse of a man’s life with a single touch. That talent hadn’t left once she’d been turned into a human. Never had touching a man compelled her to do good, but one touch of Chase’s arm and his life invaded hers. He was a man built with integrity and his life had been the shits. His mother died when he was young, and his father had died about a decade ago. There had been a slew of women in his life but none captured his heart. And now cancer ate away at this strong man. Built like a football player, all stocky muscle, his heart and soul were pure, which was why he joined the police force. She gathered all of that intel simply by stroking his arm, and what an arm it had been.

Layered with needle marks, it was still defined by muscles. He might have stage three cancer but Sasha knew he fought the good fight. What she also knew was he wouldn’t make it. That too was part and parcel of her gift. The fight before him was long and slow and the vision of the once proud, laughing man before her fading to a shell of himself ate at her. Chase would rather die fast and furious than waste away, and knowing that was what propelled Sasha to take over.

The curse was not ridding her, but her heart and compassion were.

It was three in the morning. The night shift had settled the ward into quiet mode. Using the darkness as her cover, Sasha made her way to Chase’s private room. Entering quietly, she stepped through his door and then locked it. The last thing she needed was an audience.

This time she wasn’t disguised.

“I’ve been waiting.”

His voice, soft but full of baritone bravado snagged her heart.

“I see the drugs have worked. Are you feeling better?”

He propped himself up in the bed, fluffing the two large pillows up behind his back so he could sit up. She noticed a five o’clock shadow darkening his chiseled face.
By the gods he’s handsome.

“I wasn’t at first but I called the nurse like you said and she gave me something you recommended, which smelled terrible and tasted worse but thankfully did the trick.”

Sasha moved closer to him and resisted the urge to check his vitals. She was here to give pleasure and then, only once he understood her offer would she think about ending his life.

Quietly, Sasha dragged the chair in the corner to his bedside. “Yeah, sorry about that, it’s my own special seaweed brew.”

He laughed. “Gross, you made me drink fermented seaweed.”

Sasha loved his voice. It was strong and reminded her of the commanding tones of the Titans from her realm. Sasha liked his laugh even more for it tugged at her heart. A heart she had thought was dried up and dead like some beached clamshell. “Yeah, I did, and it worked so don’t complain.”

“I’m not complaining, but I think you and I know you didn’t come back for chit chat.”

Sasha undid her hair, letting the length of it spill forward over her shoulders. His hand reached up and stroked a handful. She stilled. Men never touched her real hair but Sasha wanted his caress.

“Your hair is beautiful,” he said, continuing to gently play with her long locks. “And I see now why you keep it tied up.”

“You do?” A sexy grin lit up his face and his sky-blue eyes heated, sending spirals of warmth throughout Sasha’s body. Even her nipples peaked, something that rarely happened these days when she was with a man.

“Yeah, because if you walked around with it like this, all the patients and doctors wouldn’t get any work done.”

Sasha smiled. Chase was flirting with her. Sasha knew he was trying to make her feel at ease and the thought warmed her heart. That was the type of man he was. Sasha moved her hand to his. “I wish I had all the time in the world to talk to you but we don’t. I’m not going to tell you what your chart says because we both know the truth. What I want to talk to you about tonight is pleasure and a choice.”

“Oh, I like the word pleasure so talk away,” said Chase, giving her a bold wink.

Fear clawed at Sasha. What she was about to do had severe ramifications. But for him she was willing to risk it. Life was a choice and it was beautiful and more than ever she wanted him to understand what she had become. A part of her knew it was a selfish want.

“Take my hand. I’m going to show you something I would never normally show anyone but you, Chase, are a man of worth who deserves to see his fate.”

He gave a soft chuckle. “Okay, now fate is not a sexy word, Dr. Rivers. Let’s go back to that word pleasure. I quite enjoyed how that sounded on your lovely mouth.”

Sasha fought not to chuckle. “Sasha, my name’s Sasha. And as much as I’d like nothing more than to give you the pleasure I crave, I need you to understand the terms of the offer. Please pay attention, Chase because what I’m about to show you will change you.”

He wrapped her hair around his wrist and dragged her closer. She moved her body so that she could perch on the side of his bed. Sasha understood his intentions but realized it would make what she was about to do easier. Sasha waited for him to digest her words.

He nodded, grinned more and said, “I’m yours.”

Two words that had more meaning than he could ever know. Sasha didn’t speak. Instead she placed her hands over his chest, feeling the rhythmic beat and only then did she let her Siren powers course through him. His heartbeat sped up and his breath hitched.

A few minutes later it was done. He unclasped her hair and sank against the pillows. He ran a shaky hand through his own ruffled hair.

“Fuck, what the hell was that? My freaking life just flashed before my eyes and, fuck…”

Sasha watched him continue to rake a hand nervously through his sandy brown hair. She longed to run her fingers through his wavy hair, but instead waited for him to fully understand what she’d shown him.

“Was that for real?”

His voice was soft, sounding resigned. A part of Sasha felt intense sorrow that he knew his fate. Sadly, Sasha nodded. “I am sorry.”

Still staring at the ceiling he said, “Not half as sorry as I am. No fucking way do I want to die like that.”

“I can change that.” Sasha rushed on by disclosing what she really was. She could tell by his wide-eyed expression he wasn’t buying it. The only way to show him was to kiss him, fully with all her Siren passion and for once in Sasha’s human life fear clawed at her.

“If I kiss you with my Siren passion you will see where I come from. I have never done that with a human, ever. But for you, Chase, I am willing.”
My secret that will give you all the power to put me away for good.
It was a thought echoing loudly within Sasha’s mind and heart.