He chuckled. The sound vibrated against her clitoris. Odd reaction to him considering no matter how much stimulation she received, she couldn’t climax with anyone except her mate.
Am I growing wet? Nah…couldn’t be.
“I’m not a mystic.” He rotated on the barstool to face her. “I’m a shifter.”
That explained his wild charisma, but not her physical reaction to him. Sirens did not mate with lesser creatures. In laymen terms, that meant any creature not of her race. They were superior, had ruled Atlantis since its inception. Her kind’s preeminence wouldn’t change because she had a small, practically non-existence twitch in her crotch.
I probably imagined the reaction anyway.
Of course, she had invented the response. Humans were gyrating sex acts on the dance floor. That’d be enough to—
“How did you know I’m a siren?” Unease crackled down her spine. No supernatural creature could feel the presence of her species. They weren’t known as reapers without reason, so how had the shifter sniffed her out?
He shrugged. Such a normal affectation, she would’ve thought it too commonplace for him to execute.
She spied her target entering the establishment and watched as he took a seat across the room. “What do you want?”
“You.”
A weird throbbing started between her thighs. Unnerved by the physical response she couldn’t deny, she tilted her lips in a forced smile. “Too bad I’m not available.”
She went invisible.
Gabriel chuckled. “I can still smell you. So you know, my sweet little reaper, once you’re in my database, I can track you.”
Sameya laughed. “Best of fortune with that, shifter.”
Regardless of the fact he couldn’t see her, she sashayed away, feeling his stare in her direction. Coming to a halt beside the unassuming elf, she touched his cheek and coated him in a magical serenade. With a crook of her finger, he followed her out of the tavern without a verbal request.
She led him down the street and into a dark alley. Only when she had him alone did she drop her magic and go corporeal. He presented no expression to her sudden appearance, just gaped blankly, as if she didn’t exist. That lack of recognition proved her serenade placed him in a semi-catatonic state.
A tingling down her spine alerted her to Gabriel’s presence. The nerve of the man following her from the bar! For his audacity, she’d give him a show.
Sidling closer to the fey she’d trapped in her mojo, she pushed him against the damp brick wall and pressed her body against his. With a finger to his jugular, she commanded, “I want to know everything, elf.”
She dug into the creature’s mind, the catch of his thoughts and memories an aphrodisiac to her senses. Heat corkscrewed through her, but it was the shifter’s presence that disturbed her most. Her leader’s life was at stake, and the vibrant male at her back distracted her focus. Her reaction to him was the worst irony, and his interference bad timing.
Gabriel shifted to lean a shoulder against the brick wall beside the elf’s mind she pillaged. He was tall. A good foot taller than her, with broad shoulders that made her feel tiny. She lifted her eyes to his golden orbs. Glowing, they seemed feral in the shadows, but she sensed no threat from him. Not that she feared him when she could serenade him in a split second.
With a twist of power, she eliminated the elf and took a step backward. Her victim slumped to the cracked street, his eyes open and glassy. Dead. He’d deserved to suffer, but she hadn’t the time to spare.
Gabriel surveyed the fallen. When his concentration shifted to her, his gaze slithered up her body starting with her boots. By the time he met her eyes, she trembled as if he’d caressed her and stimulated her like in those romance books she imbibed from time-to-time.
“I thought you’d climax before you released him.”
Having no idea what one of those felt like, she shrugged. “He deserved his outcome.”
Dark blond eyebrows elevated. “Did you get what you were looking for from him?”
Not as much as she’d like. “Yes.”
He elevated his hand, and the pads of his fingertips slid from her temple to her jaw, his gawk fixated on her mouth. “You weren’t what I was expecting when Gryphon….”
When Gryphon what? But he didn’t elaborate, and she didn’t ask.
His eyes flashed to hers as his touch scraped across her bottom lip. She shuddered at the tingling his fondling elicited at the base of her scalp. Suddenly, she wanted to know what it felt like to have his hands all over her body. What would it feel like to have him fucking her? He couldn’t be her mate…not a possibility with his race. But he tempted her for the first time in a long time.