The Siren Series 2 (6 page)

This was where Ember was. He could smell her
scent like the scattered leaves all around him.

Then he ground to a halt mid-sprint.

There was something else as well.

Burnt flesh... his nostrils flared in the cool
air... and human seed.

Rage exploded in Constantine and he entered the
grove only to find it was like a donut, trees in a circle and an
open area in the center where two human males lay.

One was dead.

The other had been tortured to a degree that
made Con smile. Ah... a balm to his soul.

Of course, that was assuming he had one.

Constantine came to stand over the one who had
been struck in the head with a sharp tool. An exacting blow. A
battle weapon. Constantine crouched above the split head, the
brains becoming hard and icy around the skull and knew what had
cracked it.

Demon.

He looked to the other. His vampire's heart,
normally slow, sped. Ember's scent lay everywhere but she was
nowhere.

Their cum lay in a scorched circle around a
place with the imprints of knees and hands still held in the
earth.

Small hands and knees. A female of fragile
constitution.

He could smell their rut like it was happening
in this moment.

They had fucked Ember and released inside her
body.

The one who lived would die; Con could feel the
throbbing of the veins of his forehead, the blood rushing through
his body at a primal level of speed and heat, his rage
incalculable.

But first
, Con knew,
he would suffer
the finest degree of torture Constantine could bring.

Fortunately,
Con noted as he strode
toward the still living male,
the other Demon had left plenty of
skin on this one.

And left him alive as a warning to other
supernaturals who crossed him that Demons had come this way and not
to follow.

As if Constantine would ever
obey anything put forth by another
. Fuck that.

His rage sharpened even more and Con unraveled
the coil of The Encourager as the human's eyes bulged.

“You thought to take the Mer female?” Con asked
softly, the smooth side of his weapon an abiding comfort in his
seasoned hand.

The menace in his tone was easily interpreted by
the human. “We didn't fuck her pussy, vampire,” Mason wheedled.

Con's fangs burst as the comment left the
shitbag's mouth: a favorite human term for someone that was dung in
a sack.

Constantine looked down at the
shitbag
and snapped The Encourager above his head, striking and tearing as
he rent it with perfect accuracy over the human's remaining skin.
The human howled as the barbs sunk and tore.

It delighted Con, who leaned forward and
whispered, “Tell me all, and suffer less.”

The lie sat perfectly balanced inside Con's
mind, teetering on his tongue like all things well-practiced.

Mason did, quivering and blubbering between his
skin peeling off his body like the layers of an onion.

Once he was freed of most of his flesh, his
sightless eyes gazed back at the ultimate torturer.

Con wore the gore that had splattered back from
the skinning. As the chore became more challenging, he'd had to
move closer to the subject.

He stomped on the skull of Ember's rapist before
he continued his search for Ember, armed with information provided
in desperation.

Ember was an untouched Maiden of the Mer who had
remained a virgin through sheer chance.

However, her ass and mouth had been used like
that of a common whore. Constantine knew what that was like. Con
had suffered degradation. He enjoyed giving it... to a degree. His
anger was without bounds, without limits. For Ember had suffered, a
female he... cared for.

Goddess help him
, he did.

Constantine threw his head back and howled his
rage and despair to the stars.

They glittered back with the hardness of their
diamond indifference.

Ember floated, the aches and pains of her body
remained but were tempered by the soothing pool of water she found
herself in and she sighed. It came out like a tortured exhale as
she remembered.

Everything.

Ember whimpered, snapping her eyes open, she
gazed around the huge space of warmth and calm and knew immediately
where she was. Trying to pick up the splintered memories that she
could stand to look at, she knew who had brought her here.

The Demon who had been too late to stop the
revolting human males.

So he might take the last thing they had
not.

Of course,
Ember thought,
she had no
guard
. She had acted foolishly and run from Constantine, only
to be pierced by the low cock of humans in her nether and where she
took food.

It was a dim joy that somehow her body had
rejected their seed and damaged their worthless weapons of
plunder.

Ember hung her head, her hair wet and untangled,
the ocean pool she lay in having undone the days of damage
automatically. She felt cleansed, healed and right.

On the outside.

On the inside she felt dirty and unwanted,
untethered to anything or anyone... adrift.

When she saw him in the shadows she did the most
natural thing in the world.

Ember screamed, her mouth opening and calling
The Mother who lay heedless and unhearing, too far way. She but
lifted her salty head sleepily at an alarm only loud enough to
disturb, not to awaken.

The Mother went back to dozing and Ember watched
as a demon of pale red skin and deep eyes strode to the pool she
lay in and she moved in a spinning twirl. The water was of the sea
and knew her, holding her like finely spun glass as she flowed away
from the Demon who approached. His nearing presence allowed her to
see that he looked like he glowed because he was literally on fire.
Her gills burst as she dove under the water and when she rose his
face met hers and she gasped.

Ember began to plunge underneath the surface
again but his huge hands clamped over her wrists and he cringed,
the water acting like acid and she yelped at the heat of his flesh
against hers.

“Do not,” he said slowly, his hands circling her
forearms easily. “I do not wish you harm.”

“Then why do you... hold me?” she all but cried,
the assault by the humans was still fresh.

Kane searched her eyes, guileless and sparkling
like the deep rubies buried in the walled heat of his homeland.

Ignorant eyes.

“You are a demon female, you must be
protected.”

Ember shook her head in denial, her resistance
arrested by her shock. “I am Ember, Princess of the Mer.”

Kane narrowed his eyes on her and said slowly,
“And I am Kane, High Demon and tracker of female breeders who
possess blood of the Demon.”

“I am not a Demon,” Ember whispered, but her
mind shoved the shards of memory of the human males into her mind
like glass ribbons.

They cut and sliced at her denial, tearing it
out.

“Ah... but you are. Those human males thought
they would make a game of raping you.” She cringed at the truth of
his words, her shoulders beginning to shake with soundless sobs and
Kane sighed, bringing her soaked and naked into the heat of his lap
and she tried to fight him. Her movements and the residual seawater
made him hiss in pain.

He clamped her wrists together and put them
behind her back, forcing the front of her against him. Her perfect
round breasts, which shone like beautiful pearls against the heat
of his chest began to undo him and he restrained himself against
the complementary coolness of their skin contact. She was rare,
this half-breed Mer.

“You are enough Demon to have scorched the seed
not meant for you.” He held her small wrists easily with one hand
and cupped her chin. She tried to jerk it out of his hand and
winced at the bruises laid there by the human males.

Giving up, Ember listened.

“They assaulted you and died for their trouble.”
His eyes searched hers. When he finally had her attention he
finished, “A male that attempts sexual penetration with a female of
a certain amount of our blood will find his cock scorched and his
seed ignited. No male can enter the Demon female unless he be Demon
as well.”

Ignoring his words she asked instead, “Are they
truly dead?”

Kane gave a single, terse nod. “They would have
died of the injuries as a default of their attack against you.”

Then he smiled and she frowned. He explained so
she would know that it was not her predicament that he thought
funny. “We hastened it.”

Ember thought about that sentence.

At some point Kane had released her wrists and
simply held her against himself. He possessed a lovely heat that
warmed her to the marrow.

She looked up into a face with broad cheekbones
and a swath of inky hair and eyes to match.

She lifted a tentative hand and laid it like a
cool ointment of flesh against skin that was feverish to her
touch.

“Thank you,” Ember said as she burrowed against
him deeper.

Kane's heart sped.

The female had reached him.

It was a dangerous circumstance.

He was to gather Demon females of sufficient
blood quantum and bring them back for Lucas to breed.

That was all.

Now it was not.

Trouble had come and its name was Ember.

He looked down at the Mer who lay curled naked
in his arms and his raging erection pushed against the female's
sleeping form.

He watched as her small fist latched onto his
rough tunic, the material the only one of its kind that wasn't
affected by the natural heat of his kind.

Her skin lay against his unaffected, where it
touched, the eternal flame of his flesh quieted.

Ember was his perfect match: Demon enough to
breed, Mer enough to cool his fire.

He would not give her up.

Kane could only fight so much.

He would not battle himself.

Hayden gazed at his leader. Actually, Lucas was
his leader. That didn't negate his deference to Kane, who currently
was under an almost-vampiric thrall with the newest breeder
acquisition.

He should report it immediately to Lucas.
However, Hayden knew that Lucas was otherwise engaged as he had
been most of the recent past; fucking the breeder, Alexandra.

It caused Hayden's full demon heart to grow
blacker. He'd grown dissatisfied with Lucas' position as High Demon
overseer. Only Lucas was allowed to sink his cock and tail spike
into the newest breeders. The other demons were relegated to a
dismal second... or third. Or an even more distant position.

It was enough to piss a Demon off.

Yet, it was as it had always been.

Hayden thought something was off with his
leader. He used the beautiful breeder, Alexandra, much too
frequently and he was well past his time with her.

She should have been given to the Demon Warriors
by this time to satisfy and reward them for their defense and
acquisition. However, that had not happened. Why? Hayden did not
know but he'd thought of something. And Lucas need not ever
know.

They could use this breeder as the human males
had and Lucas would be none the wiser. She was virgin pure. Lucas
could still fuck her chilled mermaid pussy and she would put out
his fire.

Hayden's cock swelled thinking about the rare
treat it would be for his molten flesh to be cooled with each
thrust inside the mixed-blood breeder, Ember. His tail vibrated
behind his back.

He was ready.

Hayden faltered when his eyes met Kane's and his
gaze took in Hayden's prick, popped and standing at rigid
attention.

Hayden came at Kane with the element of surprise
and he dumped Ember in the pool, meeting Hayden's charge. His
second in command was overcome with demonic lust. Kane recognized
it even as he realized he'd been unprepared.

Ember awoke as she splashed into the water, her
temperature spiking as she came out of an exhausted sleep and her
vision was filled with the two demons, one so dark he appeared
black.

Their blood spilled like liquid grease as she
heard their flesh smack against each other, slicking the floor with
their violence.

Ember blinked the water out of her eyes,
searching for another way out. Finding none she rose out of the
water and grabbed the nearest piece of clothing she could find.
Recognizing it as hers she threw it on. It was still filthy from
her attack, but it covered her adequately.

She began to move through the maze of the In
Between; the only guide her affinity for the sea. The Mother
called, though faintly, and Ember followed.

She yelped when a hot hand encircled her upper
arm with bruising intensity.

It was the dark demon. The one who had been kind
was nowhere to be seen.

There was no gentleness in the eyes of the demon
male who gazed down at her and she felt something hot and spiked
slithering up her gown, the tip nudged her ass and she screamed,
trying without success to fight.

It got her nowhere but on her back, her legs
ruthlessly spread for the demon who hung above her in suspended
lust, his face and body bathed in it, a low broil along his skin
attesting to the heat of his intentions.

Instead of burying his deep red cock in her pale
pearl-like pussy he pushed a finger inside Ember, the tip finding
her barrier and he hissed a steaming breath out of his mouth like a
sigh.

“Perfect,” Hayden breathed in a whisper that
manifested as a hot wisp of vapor.

Tears ran down Ember's face. She knew she could
not survive another rape. She would rather die.

Then, from a distance, Ember heard a sharp
metallic whistle.