Blurb- SEDUCING THE SIREN

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An Extended Excerpt From: SEDUCING THE SIREN

Alissa watched his lips descend, heart beating rapidly as the crooked smile drew closer. She wanted to kiss him but, at the very last second, had the presence of mind to cover her mouth with her fingers.

“What’s the matter?” he teased, nipping her knuckle with lip-covered teeth. Longing, deeply buried and very well-banked, flared hot and swift and she curled her hand into a tight fist.

Think, think, think. She couldn’t let Devlin kiss her. It was Ryen she needed. The luring was fine and there was no doubt it was working. Tall, alpha and gorgeous wouldn’t be running his fingers down her spine in little circles that caused her breath to hitch if it wasn’t. The only problem—she wasn’t trying to seduce him.

Her inner siren wasn’t what was presently rising. This, the all-consuming feeling that she needed to meld her body to his, was being dictated by the sole fact that Devlin Keith had made her hotter than any man ever had. But kissing anyone but the Guardian could prove disastrous.

“I’m hungry,” she blurted, knowing that was the wrong thing to say the minute she heard his sexy chuckle. Her pulse raced faster and she closed her eyes, wondering if the simple action would put a damper on her growing desire. Out of sight, out of mind?

“Me too, baby.”

Oh shit! She was doomed.

A hand slid to the fullness of her ass as he eased one denim-covered knee between her legs until the slim cut of her skirt stopped his progress. Wanton disappointment that he hadn’t gone farther forced her to look at him.

“I missed breakfast,” he said, blue eyes twinkling.

“I mean it. I’m starving. And Ryen said to see to my every need,” Ali added, her attempt at deflection failing miserably.

She heard the door click open and realized he had somehow moved her into the apartment’s small foyer.

“C’mon, princess,” he said in a silky voice as he kicked the door shut. “I have every intention of seeing to your needs.”

“Omigod. Could you be any more egotistical?” she muttered, mentally grasping at any straw that might explain his reaction.

“Of course I could. I’m a man.” He simply laughed and ran his hands up her back and began to slowly massage the tense muscles of her neck. It felt heavenly and she dropped her head toward her chest and stifled a groan.

“But that wouldn’t get me far, now would it?” he asked matter-of-factly. “You’re certainly not the type of woman who sits awestricken while she listens to how wonderfully accomplished a man is.”

“How do you know?” she challenged from behind the fingers she still held at her lips.

“Give me some credit, princess,” he teased, sliding his hands along her neck. He hooked his thumbs under her chin and tilted her head upward.

“You don’t understand.” Her pulse raced as his gaze, hot and close and utterly disturbing, drifted over her features. “What you’re feeling isn’t genuine.”

“Really?” he asked sexily, gently moving her fingers from her lips to the center of his chest. He eased her fingers slowly downward over inch after inch of sculpted flesh, around the snap of his jeans, not stopping until her palm was flush against the rise of his erection. He rotated her wrist and whispered, “What I’m feeling is definitely real.”

Omigod. “I think it would be better if we just sat down and I listened to you go on for hours about your awesomeness.”

His stubbled cheek brushed her jaw before the tip of his tongue toyed with the natural pearl hanging from her ear and pure want, raw in its intensity, slammed into her.

“I’d rather spend a few hours showing you how awesome I can be. I want you, Alissa. Touch me. Feel how much.”

C’mon Ali. Isn’t this the stuff fantasies are made of? “It’s all being projected. Through me.” She gave in to temptation and closed her hand over his length. A bolt of electric desire shot through her body straight to her cleft and she suddenly wanted to see him gloriously bare before her.

“I should have listened to my sister and found someone to have sex with before I got here,” she groaned.

“Like one of the guys drooling over you last night?” Devlin asked, deftly undoing the buttons of her silk shirt.

“No one was drooling.” She bit her lip as his big hands cupped her breasts.

“Bullshit,” he said harshly, hooking his fingers in her bra, his knuckles skimming the edges of her areolas as he pulled the cups down. Her pussy wept, nipples puckering as her breasts tumbled into his waiting palms. He tested their weight, lifted them gently upward so his thumbs could trace her tan line and a delightful shiver passed through her. “I noticed every man, princess.”

Alissa clutched his biceps and looked down. His widespread fingers nearly encompassed each breast. He curled the tips, pressing into her softly, plumping her flesh until her nipples were elongated and aching for attention.

“Please,” Alissa breathed.

“Please, what?” he asked, lessening his hold until he was barely touching her. “Please stroke you?”

Alissa gasped as he grabbed handfuls of her blouse and pulled it over her chest. The satin was soft and cool and he brushed it tantalizingly against her pebbled nipples, side to side, over and over, until her hips were mimicking the pattern of his hands.

“Touch me,” she pleaded, knowing she shouldn’t.

“Touch you?” he asked, his little bursts of breath tickling her dry lips. “But don’t kiss you?”

“Yes.” She turned her head to the side and his breath drifted over her cheek, her neck.

“Pull up that skirt and let me feel how hot you are. Then I’ll touch you.”

She squeezed her knees tightly against his leg as she felt the wetness seep along her folds, the moisture soaking the tiny scrap of material covering her cunt. He moved the collar of her shirt to the side and brushed his lips along the sensitive crease where neck and shoulder met before grazing her slowly with his teeth and she promptly dropped her purse and clutched the material of her skirt between her fingers.

His hot mouth latched onto her neck, licking lightly at her skin one minute and then sucking her long and hard the next. She wanted that same pressure so badly on her breasts, her stomach, her aching cunt. She yanked her skirt up nearly to her waist and fell against the corded muscle of his thigh.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, trying for conservative movements but the friction of denim against lace was driving her wild.

He splayed his hands over her waist and forced her upward until she was on her toes, pressing his thigh higher so she was truly riding his leg. His hands drifted under her skirt, warm palms caressing her bare hips before he ran his thumbs under the band of her thong. He kissed his way back to her ear and she thought she might faint from the sensations his hands and lips and hard body were affording her.

“Teach me, princess. Teach me the rhythm that you like,” he said huskily. “I’ll commit it to memory and anytime you’re aching, I’ll turn the pain into a pleasure you’ll never want to end.”

Alissa wrapped her arms around his neck, more than willing to believe his words as she shamelessly began to rock. His hands tighten on her hips and she thought she heard him curse. The slow roil in her belly began to blossom and she buried her face in his neck, ran her tongue over him. Hardness under a layer of soft, salty skin…so reminiscent of something else. The thought of how good his cock would taste elicited a low moan. She wanted him. In a way she’d never wanted anyone before.

He gripped her ass cheeks and spread them wide, the string of her thong teasing her puckered rim. “If you come now, will you be able to go again when I drop to my knees and taste you?” he asked, chinning her head away from his neck. He pulled her clit against his leg and changed the motion of her slow grind to swift circular movements that had her hovering on the edge of release.

Alissa looked up into his desire-filled eyes, fighting to respond. “It only takes…fifteen seconds…for a woman…to recover…on average,” she gasped, trying to hold onto a shred of control.

“That’s good to know. But you’re far from average, princess.”

His heart-stopping smiled knocked the breath from her lungs right before she closed her eyes against the blinding bright orgasm that completely shattered her.

Ali floated back to reality in small increments, not at all concerned that she was still straddling his thigh.

“Omigod. That was wonderful,” she whispered against his chest.

Yes it was, but not at all how it should have transpired. Your latent horniness was blocking my power. Relax, my dear. Let me show you how to properly use the lure.

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