Sold To The Beast (On hold)

Chapter Three

Eve's back collided against the wall with a force that took the breath from her. Hans lips pressed against her own, clouding her mind. Her magic reached out, enveloping the both of them in a cloud of arousal and seduction. Eve had heard that the first Call was always the most powerful but the full force of it sent her head spinning. Even if she had wanted to, Eve was powerless to refuse Hans.

His hands slid up and down her small frame, touching every inch of her bare flesh. The outfit she'd been forced into left little to the imagination. Her breasts were barely covered by a almost skin colored jeweled top, the skirt starting just below her natural hip curve. It was a bit see through as well. When his hands slid behind her, gripping her buttocks, Eve couldn't help the moan that fell from her lips.

Hans growled, his lips traveling down the side of her neck. Eve's body shook as his teeth lightly nipped at her skin. When she felt them sink into her flesh, she mewled in pleasure. Her back arched slightly, fingers digging in the hands that held her against the wall. His bite deepened. Black dots danced in her vision as her arousal threatened to over take her. She knew what her body wanted, what it needed. But she found herself unable to ask for what she most desired.

To the ordinary human, it might have seemed odd the way she desperately wanted to be claimed by the possessive male that clung to her. But she wasn't human, not completely anyway. Sirens desired only the most dominant males and didn't limit themselves to one species. As far as she knew, all Sirens harbored mixed blood. It was a closely guarded Faye secret and the sole reason young Sirens were kept away from any males until the age of sexual maturity.

Of course, Sirens were a dwindling population. Not every sexual contact produced off spring. It was exceedingly difficult to impregnate a Siren. Or so she had been led to believe. She wasn't sure how well her source could be trusted.

Eve was brought crashing back into her current situation when she felt her body being lifted onto a table. She hadn't even noticed they'd moved. Their eyes met once more, a sliver of fear striking her her at the intensity in his eyes. He wanted her. And he struck her as a man who always got what he wanted.

Hans ran his tongue over his bottom lip, licking away the spot of her blood that lingered. His hands began pushing up her skirt, never breaking eye contact. Eve didn't know what to do. Her emotions were a swirling mess of indecision, lust, arousal, and fear. She couldn't hold on to one emotion long enough to make a conscious decision.

He forced her legs apart, nuzzling his body between them. Hans lips pressed against hers once more, his tongue slipping between her slightly parted lips with ease. Eager fingers slipping between their bodies, easing their way within her.

Her body shuddered as his fingers teased her, moving in and out in a teasing fashion. Eve knew what he was doing. He was preparing her. What he probably didn't realize was with her Siren heritage, she didn't possess a certain...human anatomy part.

"Hans..." She gasped as his other hand pulled at her top, exposing her breasts. His head lowered, capturing a slightly paler blue nipple between his lips. He sucked and nipped at it until Eve found herself writhing, practically rolling her hips against the increasing pace of his fingers.

"I could take you right here...right now." He growled, moving his lips onto her other breast, "But I don't think you could handle it, pet."

Could she? Eve had no answer for that question. She only knew that her body desperately craved that which lay between his legs. She was like a cat in heat and nothing but him could ease her torment.

"I'm a Siren. You would be surprised at what I can handle." She moaned, her breathing heavy and labored.

Her words caught his attention. He lifted his head, eyebrow lifted in amusement, "You are only half, my pet. And besides, the anticipation always makes it worth the wait." He grinned, his fingers gripping her the most sensitive part between her legs. All it took was one tug and she felt her body crashing. She though her head back, toes curling, as she lingered in the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that racked her body.

Hans chuckled, "You see? You could barely handle these," he pulled his hand back, wiggling his dripping fingers, "I am too much man for you...for the moment at least."

Eve couldn't catch her breath long enough to form a coherent thought. She could do nothing but rest against Hans. To his credit, he allowed her to. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it. Eve couldn't help but be aware of his massive erection still pressing against her. He hadn't received any release while she she. Would he expect...more of her?

Shed know plenty of servants in the household who had been forced to their knees in an attempt to please the master's lust. She'd only been spared because of the family connection. Glancing up at him beneath long lashes, she wondered of he would expect the same from her.

The second that thought flickered across her mind, she felt another Call approaching. Her heart leaped into her throat. She'd known that The Siren's call could happen again within days of the first but never within minutes. By the knowing grin that slowly spread across his face, she knew he could smell it.

"Well, well, now isn't that interesting? One round and already begging for more?" He pulled her closer towards her, her rear barely resting on the wooden table, "I think perhaps you are woman enough to take me after all. Would you like that?" His hands lifted a leg, wrapping it around his waist while the other one wrapped itself in her hair, forcing her head up, "Well?"