Shelli Rosewarne

Hi all,

You may have noticed I’ve been slightly absent this week. It’s been a busy one and have been on with a few photo things as well as just needing a little bit of time to switch off after a busy month in November. I promise I’ve haven’t forgotten about you though – and to hopefully make it up, here’s the second part of my new free read Siren’s Call. Be warned, this part has a few steamy bits in it 😉 If you missed part one, you can catch up here.

Really hope you enjoy – and have a good weekend x

It was probably a dream anyway, he rationalized. There was no way he could be awake when the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen appeared naked and threw herself at him.

Somewhat comforted by the thought, he slid his hands down to cup her ass, pulling her against the straining hardness of his erection through his jeans. She pulled back slightly, and her fingers went to his zipper. Her cool hands pushed down his jeans as her fingers caressed his thighs and then stroked over his cock. She knelt in the sand before him. A half-smile curved her lips as she glanced up at him from under thick lashes before she leaned forward and took his length in her mouth.
Ciaran couldn’t stop the strangled groan escaping his lips. Yup, he was definitely dreaming! The warm wetness of her mouth engulfed him as her talented tongue swirled around the head. Her hands dug into his ass, urging him deeper; he felt his eyes roll back as he exploded in her mouth. She kept suckling, drawing every drop out of him before sitting back on her heels and gazing up at him. An oddly satisfied smile played on her lips, but Ciaran could feel embarrassment setting in.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered.

Her expression grew confused, and she rose smoothly to her feet. “Whatever for?”

“For, erm, you know…” He trailed off. “Going early.”

Her musical laugh washed over him. “Perhaps you should return the favor?”

Ciaran felt himself grinning as he pulled her toward him, covering her lips with his before nibbling and sucking a path down to her perfect breasts. She encouraged him with throaty moans, her hands in his hair urging him on as he went lower, laying her down in the sand to part her legs. He hadn’t done this much, but the taste of her was like honey on his tongue; he used her throaty moans and bucking movements to tell what she liked. When she cried out, her hips thrusting against him and her juices coating his tongue, he felt satisfaction run through him. Not to mention his body had recovered—probably more quickly than it ever had in his life.

He rose over her, his now-erect length probing between her legs. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, drawing him closer as he buried himself inside her. The slick walls of her channel wrapped around him and he groaned at the sensation. He tried to go slower, to act with more experience than he possessed, but she was writhing underneath him and his thrusts grew quicker and more urgent until she cried out beneath him. He felt her muscles contracting around him, shattering his control and throwing him into his own release. He collapsed on the sand beside her, his body drained, yet more sated than he could ever remember in his life.

“That was amazing,” he managed.

She gave a low laugh, half-rolling to pillow her head on his shoulder, her cool hand making lazy circles on his chest.

“It was indeed. Now sleep, my love.”

He didn’t want to sleep. He wanted to lie here and feel her naked body against him. More than that, he wanted to give it ten minutes (okay, maybe a little optimistic!) and then try again. But he could suddenly feel his eyes drifting, his limbs going leaden, and he slipped into soothing darkness.

***
Ciaran woke sprawled on the cool sand. He was naked, his clothes in an untidy pile close by. He was completely alone. Groggily, he staggered to his feet. Had he dreamed it? If he had, then why would he be naked on the beach? But if he hadn’t, then where the hell had she gone? His eyes frantically scanned the beach in all directions, lighting on a flash of silver near the rocks. Snatching it up, he saw a delicate silver comb, threaded with several long strands of dark hair. Clutching it to him, he silently dressed and stumbled home.

***
Ciaran rubbed a weary hand across his face. It had been almost a month since he’d seen Rae. Since then, he’d never even been able to look at another woman, because—let’s face it—none of them compared. He’d looked everywhere he could think of, tried any means possible to track her down, and yet nothing had turned up the slightest clue. It wasn’t exactly a lot to go on—a first name and a description of long hair, pale eyes, and a perfect face and body. What he didn’t get was how anyone could see her and not remember her! He had to face the fact that if she’d wanted to stay around, she would have. If she’d wanted to come back, she could have. But she hadn’t.

He’d driven the few friends he had mad with his incessant talking about her. They no longer called and he didn’t really miss them. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her face. In the silence he thought he heard her voice, her laugh. In his dreams he felt her soft skin and her cool lips and her wet warmth. He rubbed his eyes. He would take a walk, and though he told himself he might have a change, head for the woods, he knew he wouldn’t.

His footsteps took him down to the ocean as surely as his mind took him back to that night. It had been a night like this, the air warm and the sea calm. He looked up at the full moon hanging in the clear sky. An odd sense overtook him and he almost convinced himself that she would be there on the rocks again. She wasn’t.

Instead, he pulled himself onto them, feeling the rough stone under his fingers as he gazed out at the lapping waves and the glint of light on the water.

“Rae,” he murmured, giving voice to his longings.

A ripple split the water and he watched, transfixed, as the waves parted and white limbs stepped forth. Her huge eyes found his and her full lips curved into a smile.

“Ciaran,” she called to him.

He stumbled to his feet, half-running to the water’s edge.

“Rae, where have you been? Why did you leave?” Questions tripped over themselves on his tongue, when all he wanted to do was take her in his arms.

Her voice was sad. “I cannot stay upon the land. My home is beneath the waves. When the daylight touches the sand I must leave.”

He stared at her in amazement, feeling like he’d stumbled into a fairy tale. Yet he’d always known that she was unlike anyone he’d known in his own dull world.

“I can’t lose you again,” he said desperately. “If you can’t stay on the land, then let me come with you.”

Joy lit her face and she held out her white arms. Ciaran stepped into them, feeling her cool lips touch his. Contentment spread over his body as they sank beneath the waves.

***
The old man was walking his dog when he found the body. Washed up against the rocks, the young man’s body was battered and bruised. Yet an expression of complete peace was on his smooth features. The old man shook his head as he called the authorities. Such a waste, and it wouldn’t be the first time.

“Yes, police and ambulance. I’ve found a body at Siren’s Bay.”