Bite Marks and Butterfly Kisses Vol. 2

Jonathan Pt. Two [Siren x Reader] M/F

    I'd agreed wholeheartedly that it would be best to avoid doing those kinds of things in the workplace, and the following evening, I found myself on the front porch of Jonathan's estate house. It was mid-December, and his entryway was lit with holiday lights. A lush wreath laced with juniper and boxwood hung on his front door, adorned with red and silver bulbs so shiny I could see my reflection in them. I took a deep breath, steeled myself, and knocked.

A young blonde with her hair tied up answered the door shortly after. She wore cute glasses that made her dark blue eyes sparkle and a black apron atop a crisp white suit shirt. Jonathan had mentioned a live-in maid, but I hadn't been expecting her to be the first to greet me.

"Oh, um, hello... I'm looking for Jonathan."

"Right, he mentioned you'd be coming!" She smiled, invited me in, and took my coat. "He's in his stud. Right this way."

"Thank you," I nodded, soft-spoken as usual, following her. Admiring the house as we walked, I noticed the interior had also been decked. Holiday garland looped tastefully around the spiral stairwell's rails, and in the main room, an imposing white pine reached from floor to ceiling, topped with a glimmering star with colorful ornaments hanging from every branch. Three embroidered stockings labeled Jonathan, Caroline, and Marty hung above the fireplace. The last one was adorned with a dog bone, stuffed with toys and treats.

"I never would've thought Jonathan was so festive..."

"Oh, he's not." The blonde giggled. "I do all of the decorating, but I don't mind, and I think he secretly appreciates it."

"Well, you've done such an amazing job; I think it'd be hard for him not to."

"Hey, thanks!" She perked up, turning to me. "Nice to hear someone actually say it out loud. Um, anyway, here's his office, and if you need to use the restroom, it's just down the hall there. I'm Caroline, by the way. Just call if you need anything." I smiled, nodding and expressing my gratitude, and she beamed back. She couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty, her bubbly exterior showcasing lingering youth and playfulness.

As she turned to leave, I glimpsed a gnarly scar where her neck and shoulder met. It was old and faded, but I would've had to be brainless to miss that it was definitely a bite. My stomach dropped at the sight of its bone-deep tooth imprints. It looked like she'd been mauled by a wolf.

Did Jonathan...

"If you're wondering if I left that scar on her, I didn't."

I squeaked, nearly jumping out of my skin at his voice. I hadn't heard the door open behind me.

"Oh... can I ask what happened?"

"She was in an abusive relationship with another siren - my younger brother, actually, who's too afraid of me to even enter this city, let alone come here. I let her live in the guest house, where I know he can't hurt her. I didn't ask for anything in return, but she insisted, so I pay her to take care of the estate. You could say I rescued her."

"It would seem so," I smiled, looking up into his pretty eyes. "You're not half as scary as they say you are, you know?"

"If I showed you how scary I am, you wouldn't want to come back, would you?"

"Are you..." I blushed. "saying you wanted me to come back?"

Jonathan placed his forearm on the doorframe, leaning over me. His cologne hit my nose, and my head swam, his soothing voice making my knees weak. "I've found myself a human who doesn't mind being bitten - in fact, she wants to be bitten. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you to return."