Chapter 3

Melodia

I can't stop the little gasp that falls when Dylan slows his car down in front of a huge, gorgeous building, watching as the wall moves, creating an opening that he pulls the car into. My brows furl a bit as he turns off the car, hitting a button and the wall comes back down, shutting us into this room.

"Welcome to my home," he says, opening his door and I glance around the space as he comes around and opens the door for me, pulling me out of the seat. I'm still trying to catch up to what's going on when he pushes open a door and moves into into a new space, my bag with the borrowed clothes and money in his free hand.

I was so shocked when he came up to me in the restaurant earlier tonight, I couldn't really think about anything but how much I wanted to be wrapped in his arms. He's just as big as the men that Serenia and Celestia met earlier, and I wonder if we seemed to feel the way we did because of how big they all were. I can't say for certain that's why though. So many men came over to me while I tried to figure out what to ask for, keeping me from being able to decide, and a few were close to Dylan's size, but I didn't feel a thing until I saw him.

And oh gods, the way my body shivered and ached whenever his tone would get growly was something I never knew existed. If it's how Serenia and Celestia felt with the men they met, I can understand why they went with them—or stayed with them so easily.

I was shocked when he said he'd make me something to eat, not realizing that he must work there until he moved into the space where I'd seen food coming out of, and no one stopped him. When he came back with half a dozen items, I wanted to jump into his arms and kiss him, but that was nothing compared to how badly I wanted to do just that when I actually tried the food. I was so full when I finished that the skirt I was wearing felt tight around me, making me want to take it off, but I figured that would definitely be frowned upon, based on the looks I was getting as I rubbed my belly.

Dylan refused to take any of the money I tried to pull out of my bag, simply took the bag and my hand, and led me out of the restaurant through the kitchen—as he told me it was when I asked where we were. He told everyone he was leaving for the night, and then put me into his car, and brought me here, and it seems that like the restaurant with the different spaces, this place has them too.

"This is the mudroom," Dylan explains as he flips on lights, and I glance around as he shuts the door behind us. "That's the backdoor so you can go out into the fenced in backyard and this door's to the garage. It's where I keep the car at night," he adds when my brow lifts a bit.

"The mudroom is used to clean up if it's needed after being outside," he tells me, pointing towards what I know from lurking around beaches were a sink and showerhead. "Through here is the laundry room with the washer and dryer to clean clothes," he continues, turning on a light to another room letting me look into it before he turns it back off and leads me through the last door further away from the garage. "Then we're in the pantry area of the kitchen and then the full kitchen and breakfast nook. The formal dining room is through there," he says motioning towards the front as he guides us through an opening with no door, "and this is the living room. The fireplace is gas, so I don't have to cut or buy wood, and it turns on at the touch of a button on the remote. It's different from the TV remote."

"TV?" I muse because we've watched people make fires with wood on the beach so at least that's not completely foreign, just the fact that it doesn't need wood to work somehow.

"You don't have TVs at home?" Dylan asks, his movements stopping as his brows lift high beneath the sandy brown hair that brushes over his forehead. His eyes are a light blue and while they might have glittered icily towards the man that was talking to me earlier, they were a sweet, warm sky when they look at me.

"I don't think so," I admit before adding, "what do they do?"

"You watch television shows, the news, and movies on them," he says, his eyes holding my gaze as he speaks. Not slowly like I'm dumb, unlike some of the sirens have when I questioned them on why they killed before, which is soothing. I don't know how to tell him I'm not from this world—his human world but from the depths of the ocean he likely never knew existed.

Even the human ships that can dive beneath the water can't reach where we live so they don't come across us. Their little machines they send down into the water can't break through the veil that keeps our home protected from the human world, so the only ones that speak of us are the sailors that manage to escape. The eldest of our kind knew how to read human writings and it's something that's been taught to all of us, so we can read papers that they leave behind on the beaches, so we know the humans don't believe those that survive when they talk about us. Don't believe we exist, which keeps us safe, but also makes it hard to know what to tell Dylan so he'd understand or believe me now.

"News like in newspapers?" I ask and a little hint of a smile hits his lips.

"Yes, the news reports on stories like you might find in the newspaper, but it's spoken with just banners of written headlines. News reports don't give as much detail as in the newspaper either, just highlights generally unless it's an interview. You've honestly never watched TV before?" he asks when I can't quite picture what he means and shake my head a bit. "Come here, angel," he states, guiding me further into the living room as he called it. He picks up something from the short table and something on the wall lights up, but not in the same way that the lights on the ceiling do. No, this one shows a picture, like in the menu at the diner this morning, but they move and change quickly making me gasp a bit in shock.

"How do they do that?" I ask taking a step closer to the thing.

"Satellites and airwaves," he states, and I can't help what my face does as I stare at him, completely confused by those words. "Ah angel, you really have been kept sheltered, haven't you? Your parents don't let you watch TV. Do they let you listen to the radio even?"

"We don't have those things where I'm from. My friends and I only got to listen to music when we snuck away and would hear others playing it," I add as he lifts my face back to him, his eyes seeking mine and I love when they're on me. I can't begin to look away. Don't want to look away from him when they're on me.

"Your home sounds like shit, angel. Like you should be anywhere but there," he states, and I can't help but smile at that. "Do you want to go back there when your week is up?"

"No, we never want to go back but…"

"But what, angel?" he asks when I stop certain he wouldn't believe me if I told him we'll have to unless someone falls in love with us this week.

"We might not have a choice," I tell him, sighing when his hand slips up my cheek, cupping the back of my head gently.

"You always have a choice, Melodia. In everything, no matter what someone else tells you, you can always say no," he says, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip and my tongue comes out, flicking across it, and the saltiness of his skin makes my body explode with a different kind of hunger. It's not the urge to kill that my siren blood feels. It's not hunger like what my stomach felt earlier. No, it's so much deeper inside me, lower, and it tugs me forward, wanting my body pressed against his.

"Dylan," I moan, sucking on his thumb when he doesn't pull it away from my lips.

"Fuck angel…tell me you don't do that for anyone else back home," he growls, his other arm sliding around my waist pulling me up against his huge bulk. My head doesn't reach the top of his shoulder, and I slide my arms up around them from behind, needing to hold onto something to steady myself.

"Do what?" I ask as his eyes darken a bit.

"Suck on them, suck them off, fuck them," he growls, and my jaw drops a bit while something hot and wet floods me between the legs. "I swear to god if you tell me they make you sleep with or have sex with other men…"

"They want us to, but none of us have," I admit, letting out a gasp when his arm tightens around me further, bringing me deeper against his body. "None of us ever met a man we wanted to mate with. I didn't want to with any of the others that came up to me tonight."

"Is that how they put it? Mate with them?" he questions, his slightly wet thumb brushing against my chin, and I nod. "Do you want to mate with me, angel? Want me to take care of your needs while you take care of mine? Be mine?"

"Yes," I hum, unable to ignore the rushing warmth that slides through my veins. It makes the hunger within me deepen and I whimper when Dylan lets go of me, but it's only for a moment. The light from the TV vanishes and before I can say another word, he has me in his arms and is striding across the room, my bag in his hand once more, and he takes us up the steps quickly.

The new room we move into is doused in his scent and I can't stop the moan that hits at the sweetness of it. It seems to fill every inch of it, and it only deepens when he lays me down on something soft. It's softer than even the grass or sand that we occasionally lounge on when we know we're completely alone.

A soft light brightens the space, and I look up into Dylan's warm blue eyes and the heat within them speaks fully to my body. His eyes leave mine, making me miss them, but another warmth hits when they slide over my body as he licks his lips.

"You look like a tempting sunrise laid out in my bed, angel. One I can't wait to discover every hidden inch of," he says and the peaks of my breasts swell, tightening into points in a way they never have before, shocking me. My legs rub together as that wet heat between them throbs and I gasp when Dylan's large, warm hand closes around one of my legs beneath the skirt I'm wearing. It's a yellow that made me smile seeing it while I have a green top on, and I want both gone now. Want to be as bare as sirens are meant to be before him—or even barer since I don't have a tail to cover my new bottom half.

"What if I told you that I'm definitely not an angel?" I ask as his hand slips up closer to the aching part of me.

"Doesn't matter what you are, sweetness. Angel…temptress…I'd give up anything, let you lead me to my ruin if it meant having you as mine even once," he says, making my breath stall because the truth in his words is much too much.

Is it possible that I did use my powers somehow and enchanted him without meaning to? I honestly don't know how it'd be possible though, because mine only work when I sing a sirens' song, and I definitely didn't even hum a single note of one tonight.

"Dylan…"

"From the moment I saw you, with John trying to hit on you, I knew you were mine, meant to belong to me, Melodia. You didn't have to say a word, to even look at me to know why I'd come here, why this place felt like home the moment I came to town. It's so I would be here to find you, to be able to take care of you the way you deserve, angel. Let me take care of all of you now, take care of the hunger rushing through your body," he pleads, and it's what I want more than anything, especially hearing him say he wanted me before I saw him. There's no way I could have enchanted him without even looking at him, let alone singing to him.

"Yes, please," I cry when his finger brushes against the apex between my new legs. There's a bundle of nerves there right at the surface and it pulses with every beat of my heart, as the warm blood slips through me.

"Mine," he grunts, as his lips come down on mine, a new sound falling from his throat and the kiss he gives me hardens, his lips pressing further against mine, and then his tongue swipes at my lips, and I part them, moaning myself when it touches mine.

His fingers slip beneath the bottoms that we've seen girls wear on the beach beneath their clothes, and as he drags it over that pulsing bundle of nerves, something inside me shatters. I arch into his touch, crying out against his mouth and he grunts in return. "Dylan…" I cry beneath his lips, my eyes opening to find his watching me.

"So beautiful when you come, angel. I'm going to be obsessed with seeing that now, watching you come apart at my touch. No one else is ever going to see you like that. I'll kill them if they even think of trying," he warns darkly and I should be scared that the coldness of my siren is corrupting him, but the heat in his eyes tells me that's not possible.

He leans back a bit, and I see his fingers near his face. His eyes close as he breathes in deeply and I swear I feel the heat within me deepening as he groans heartily. It's nothing though compared to what happens when he licks his fingers and his eyes open with a snap, the heat flaming so high I swear he's likely to combust.

"More," he grunts, sitting back, his hands falling to the skirt I'm wearing. "I have to have more, angel. I have to have it now," he adds, jerking the skirt down my legs, taking the bottoms covering me away with it.

His hands slip up to my legs, pushing them open, before his head slips between them, latching onto that bundle of nerves that's continuing to pulse rapidly making me scream as it shatters something inside me once more. "So sweet, so responsive. It makes me want to keep you coming all night, angel," he growls against my skin, his tongue teasing that same spot, and something within me coils tighter.

My hips move restlessly as he licks and sucks on me, making it coil tighter and tighter. The top slips up my body and I don't stop from taking it off this time, along with the bikini top that matched the bottoms I was wearing, leaving me bare the way I like. Especially with Dylan between my legs making me feel so good.

"Come for me again, angel, I want to have it in my mouth when I claim your sweet pussy with my cock. When I break it in, so it'll only take me," he urges and with another suckle on that ball of nerves, the coil inside me snaps and I shatter again, as his eyes hold mine hostage.

"Eyes, angel," he grunts as he slides back up my body after a moment, his tongue licking all over his lips, and I let out a gasp seeing his bare chest, and it deepens when I see what he has between his legs. We've all seen the other sirens when they've lured a man to mate with them, seen the men's nakedness, but none of them can begin to compare to Dylan. All of them made me shudder in disgust, but Dylan's thick mast makes me want to touch and taste every inch of him and it.

"Oh gods, Dylan…" I cry, my eyes returning to his when he lets out a low grunt. "I've never seen anything so beautiful."

"Never talk about seeing other men's cocks again, angel," he growls darkly as he settles between my legs, his hand slipping beneath my neck to hold me tight. "You should never look at any but mine."

"Never again," I swear, feeling the bulbous head press against my new opening. Mating with a siren is an illusion, a channel forming to take the man in to get his sperm to fill them, but this is anything-but an illusion and I want to know what it feels like to be human, to love as a human.

"Breathe angel, breathe for me," Dylan says, and I drag in a breath around a moan as his head slides inside me, going deeper and deeper until he nudges against something that stops him. "Fuck…I'm sorry angel, this might hurt," he warns, his eyes back on mine as they reopen, but before I can question what he means, his hand tightens on my neck, while the one on my waist grips me hard as well. His hips snap forward, tearing through a barrier within me and it sears with a dark burn, a blip of pain hitting then fading as the sweetest heat replaces the burning and the pain.

"Dylan, oh gods, yes, more," I plead, my hips trying to shift to make the warmth inside me deepen.

"Eyes on me, don't close them, angel," he orders as his hips begin to move, his thickness pulling nearly out of me before he returns to bury himself entirely within me. Over and over, making the heat rise and that coil tighten again, which just makes me want to feel it break even more now.

"Please Dylan, please," I cry against his lips as he kisses me softly, my hand in his hair, holding onto him in return. His chest brushes against mine, making the tight peaks swell more, as Dylan picks up his pace.

" Eyes ," he demands when mine flicker shut as the sensations within me build even deeper, the coiling within me ready to break. I can't stop from instantly opening them hearing his order and he smiles as I do, making me shiver within his arms. "Yes, that's my good girl. My good little girl that's going to come all over my cock, let me fill her up, right now."

"Dylan!" I shout as it tips me over, the coil shattering, sending me up into a bliss I know no other siren could possibly have found. I want to close my eyes to indulge even deeper in the bliss, but I can't, not when I see Dylan's face tighten, his jaw sharpening as his neck tenses. His eyes though, they're really what hold me in the moment. The heat within them bursts into flames at the same time something warm fills me where Dylan's thickness is. His body shudders and ripples beneath my touch, against me, and I sink into his kiss as we both move within that incredible bliss together.

My eyes don't close until I'm wrapped against Dylan's huge chest, my head cradled in his hand as it rests over his heart which pounds in time with mine. A soft sigh slips from me, and I smile, soaking up every moment of it I can, not wanting to forget a single bit of it.

Dylan's lips press against my forehead, and I tilt my face up, meeting his gaze with a smile. "That was well worth thirty-eight-years' wait."

"What?" I hum as he holds me closer still somehow.

"You said you never met another man you wanted to be with," he says, and I nod. "Well, I never met a woman I wanted to be with before you, angel. I know now I was waiting for you, to find you. That you were going to have something incredibly special to give me and I needed to be able to give you something special in return. I didn't care I wasn't interested in other women, thought it meant I should just focus on work, but it was so I'd know how special you were the moment you came to me. So I'd know not to waste time playing games. Because if I did, I might lose you and that would be a fate worse than death, angel."

"Dylan…" I whisper shocked at the words coming from him but the look in his eyes says he's not lying, would never lie to me, and I love it. Oh gods, do I love him? Is that really what this is? Is it truly possible that I found it already?

"I don't want you to leave. I just found you and there's no way I can let you go in a week, Melodia. No way I can give you and this up," he adds as my heart races with hope. "I'm sure you don't have a lot of money to last you longer than that, but I do. I have plenty to take care of you. Stay with me, think about staying with me when the week is up. If you don't want to go back, I won't let anyone make you go—not even your friends."

"You really want me to stay?" I ask, holding my breath as he nods, hope and worry both rushing through me, because the only way to stay is if he loves me, and he didn't say he did.

"I want you to stay, angel. Let me take care of you, be there for you."

"I'd like that," I muse, as the worry mounts higher because of the words he didn't say. I force it down because it's only been a few hours since we met. I still have six days. Surely after all of this, it won't be that hard to get him to say ‘I love you' in six days, will it?