Novel & Cerita If You Can't Hang Sleeping With Sirens

My heart raced a bit as I stared at the big black numbers. 223. I hope Dex is willing to help, but if he is will I be okay? I ingested the crimson kelp shortly before coming. I ate a bigger piece than usual just in case. Since siren songs are supposed to be more powerful than their mind manipulation. That's a scary thought. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I heard some light shuffling behind and saw the light turn on. It was night time now, and the moon was small in the night sky. I had left Eric asleep in my bed. I'll be back before he wakes.

He reached out and grabbed my ankles, his large, rough palms dragging me across the bed until my hips were at the very edge within his reach. “You’re moving like a turtle, Sienna,” Dan growled. He looked toward the window. “The sky will soon sleep, honey, and if that ring does not hit ten before the last bit of light fades, the Seniors will use you as a toy all night. No sleep. Just service. You want that?” “No,” I whispered, my semi cracked voice raw from moaning. “Then open up very… wide.” He pushed my knees toward my shoulders, exposing everything.

Eventually, I stroll to my room and go through every step I need to go through to make myself feel a little better. I take my clothes off, shower, and toss on a bathrobe before lying on the bed, studying the necklace for a few moments, and sliding it into a drawer. Nothing helps me to feel less crippled by not knowing what is going on. Hey… As long as sirens don’t blare in the distance, things must be good. His place has no TVs or landline phones. By design, I suppose. Regardless of how tense and torn I am, lying on the soft bed helps me drift off to sleep.

“I hate that this is happening between us, but we don’t have the luxury of time. Now that your siren side is beginning to awaken, I swear they will come for you. And I can’t protect you if you keep making things difficult.” She stopped struggling. Her body went still against mine. For a long moment we just stood there—her back to my chest, my arms around her waist, our breathing the only sound in the room. Finally she spoke, voice small but steady. “I thought sirens were supposed to have tails. How will they leave the sea and come here?” I kept my arms around her, not ready to let go. “I’ve studied about them,” I said quietly. “They can take on legs and the form of a person. They can even co

“We do this together. Every risk, every shadow, every truth.” Her mother’s smile was thin, sharp, almost sadistic. “Ah, love and loyalty, the strongest chains of all. Let’s see how long they hold when the ember ignites.” Suddenly, the room shifted. Hidden panels slid open, releasing operatives, traps, and devices she hadn’t considered. Carson moved instinctively blocking, guiding, protecting. Justina followed, instincts honed to perfection. Every motion precise, purposeful. The dance of chaos, danger, and desire unfolded flawlessly every glance, every touch, every heartbeat synchronized.

I wanted this memory permanently burned into her mind so she’d know that we’d dragged the forbidden into the light together, and now all three of us were trapped in the ruin of it. “Fuck, princess,” Zade groaned, licking a dark path up her chest to her collarbone, just as she bit my neck softly, driving me straight over the edge. Nyxaria came first, her moan echoing bouncing off the walls and a second later, Zade and I snapped right behind her, completely unraveling. The only sound that filled the room was the ragged sound of our breathing as we caught our breath.Then Nyxaria climbed off my lap and Zade stood up, shattering the lust-induced haze.

She was in a dimly lit room, on a bed and her legs were spread. She tried to close them, but she couldn't, they were tied and hung on the bedpost. She tried to stand and only realized her hands were also hanging off cuffs from the bedpost. A man walked up in front of her bare chest; it took her a few seconds to realize he was Eros.

So I sat on the bed and I turned the TV on and went to a movie app and started watching a movie while I was eating dinner. When I finished eating I moved the tray to the table and I lied down watching TV and I dozed off pretty quickly. It had been a long day and I was exhausted. But it didn't last. The sirens started going off at midnight and I heard warriors screaming through the mindlink. 'Rogues. East boarder.' One screamed. 'No. Rogues. West boarder.' Another one screamed. 'More here at the south.' A third one screamed. 'And at the North.' One screamed.

An entire week passed, during which I felt more and more restless. That feeling of being watched never seemed to go away, and every now and then I caught a whiff of that intoxicating smell that I couldn’t get enough of. The only problem was that I never figured out what the source of the smell was. As Sirens mature fully on their eighteenth birthday, which is when they get to find their own mates. My siren was still silent, but she could feel my emotions and I can feel hers.

He groaned when he heard his sister shouting unintelligible things through the door. "FUCK OFF" Sebestian roared out, knowing his mate didn't want either of them in there or their scents anywhere near his nest. He glanced at the sheets with a grimace. "If I promise to wear all of your clothes in one go and rub my body against the new sheets, do you think we can change those because I really don't know if I can climb into that bed again while they are still on there" he begged. He would do anything for his mate but getting into that bed with the same sheets on there made him feel ill.