The vampyr jerked Gabriel’s head back and yanked him to his feet. They embraced to a loud applause from the street gawkers.
Sameya collapsed against the building once more, unable to drag in a breath or tear her focus off the men. Rattled by her reaction to their coupling, she wasn’t sure how to proceed.
After removing her hand from her pants, she spread the moisture along her lips. What a novelty. She ached where her fingers had been. Wet from watching them…holy shit! She’d given up hope of finding her mate. With the likelihood that she’d found him, she wasn’t certain it was a blessing. She’d been alone for so long, she had accepted her fate as an old maid. She was sure to fuck up a relationship. Divorces weren’t an option in the mystic world. Once mated it was for life.
Besides, it was unheard of for a siren to partner with a vampyr or a shifter. Just as taboo as a vampyr or shifter mating outside their own breed. What an odd combination nature had put together.
“Holy hell.” She sucked her fingers into her mouth, noting the sugary taste of her arousal.
What would the males taste like?
She flinched. So not thinking about that. Curiosity in this instance would lead to a whole boatload of trouble. And she had a job to do.
The men broke the kiss and the vampyr traced a finger along Gabriel’s jaw. Words were spoken, but she couldn’t make them out. They both ignored the hoots and hollers of the audience beneath them.
Sameya couldn’t yank herself away from the carnal display. She might be a loner, but she couldn’t deny she coveted their closeness. What they shared was special, and only mated pairs ever looked at one another like that.
The vampyr turned his head, his eyes silver-blue once again. Like a homing beacon, he tagged her exact spot with his sight. He crooked his finger at her to come to them. She shook her head.
Gabriel left the vampyr’s embrace to white-knuckle the railing. “Where?”
“There. In the shadows. Come to us, siren.” Once more, he curved his finger at her. The mortals began to notice, a few swiveling to see who the men wanted to join them.
As Sameya pushed away from the side of the building, she went invisible and strode down the street, careful not to bump into any tourists and draw unwarranted attention. Legs rubbery, her stride wasn’t nearly as confident as she’d like for it to be. She made a right, then a left on the next street until she came up on the backside of Jackson Square, making a beeline for the wharf. Water had a way of calming her.
“Vacate the premises.” The hobos jerked at her command and gazed about. Sameya went solid. One of them spewed misinformed propaganda about voodoo priestesses, and the other prayed to the Christian deity. “Be gone!” They tripped over one another to evacuate the bench she wanted. Not that there weren’t other seats to pick from, but she coveted this particular one. It was at the end of the wharf with the least amount of visitors.
Sameya collapsed on the wood, ignoring the discomfort. The lap of water failed to soothe her frayed nerves. This complication in her life wasn’t welcome. Not now. She was happy with the status quo of her life. And she’d made a promise to the Atlantian Empress. Her Empress had handpicked her as security at the dawn of the other woman’s reign. Good at her job, more powerful than other known sirens, diversions had never been a problem for her. But then there was no purpose in being social when she might reap a friend tomorrow at a word from the Empress. Not that anyone wanted to be her friend. They were all too scared of her to initiate a rapport. Most of the sirens she knew had become pampered anomalies. Like a wild tiger among unsuspecting mortals, if motivated, they could turn on the mystics at any given moment with little provocation.
She’d been okay with her friendless life until tonight when she watched the relationship on the balcony blossom with something special.
So how could she execute the job she’d been tasked with efficiently if she were playing footsie with a possible mate? She twirled a lock of hair between her fingers. For her future, how could she not investigate?
She exhaled slowly. More information was needed before she could make a decision. She didn’t even have an inkling which man could be her partner. Maybe he’d been in the crowd and she’d assumed he was the vampyr or shifter. Yes that had to be the case. She’d put that theory to the test right now.
After she determined her potential spouse, she would get back to the job she came here for and decide later what to do about him.
Chapter Five
Maximus had been surprised when he spied Sameya across the street flirting with the shadows. He’d initiated the sex with Gabriel for his lover’s needs. It’d been obvious he required a respite. Once he spotted, Sameya, he’d killed two birds with one stone. Showing her how good they were, while they both got their rocks off.