“Red,” I growled as her face moved ever closer to mine. Even in my drunken state I could see her pupils dilate.

“Red,” she said as her mouth met my ear. “I like this name you call me. Red.” Her lips hit my cheek, then dragged across my skin until they hovered over my mouth, her eyes meeting mine. “I always stood out as a child because of my red hair. I was not blond like Rebekah or my other sisters. Not pretty, with smooth, flawless skin like the rest. I was not a Cursed, nor was I gifted in any way. I was freckled and pale. Yet I was still called for a higher mission.” She smiled and arched her back, her tits pressing into my chest. I groaned, one hand flexing on the side of my chair. I dropped my beer to the ground, the glass thudding as it hit the grass. “Then it all went wrong. Everything changed.” She stilled. She pressed a single, slow kiss to my mouth. “And you saved me . . . twice.”

Phebe’s fingers crawled up toward my dick. I grabbed her wrist with my free hand. “You need to stop,” I ordered.

Her eyes flared. “I do not want to stop,” she said breathlessly. “I have thought of you and nothing else these past five days.”

She had no idea what and who she was fucking with. If she did, she would back away. “Keep going and I’ll fuck you, Red. Can’t be pressing your big tits on me if you ain’t wanting me to fucking own them.” I caught the hitch of her breath and felt her pulse race under my fingers. “I’ll fuck you right here. I’ll fuck you and lick you and not stop until you’re screaming my name. You want that, bitch?”

Her shaky breath passed over my face. I smelled liquor on her breath, saw her pupils dilate and her freckled skin flush red at my crass words. I knew she was about to turn away, run back into the darkness. I knew she would pull back and go back home. And I knew—

“AK,” she whispered, and my narrowed eyes snapped to hers. Her bright-blue eyes were lit with something I didn’t expect—desire. Then a motherfucking twitch flickered at the side of her mouth, and she pulled her wrist from my hand, reaching down to cup my hard cock. She licked her lips. “AK . . . I want you . . . to own me.”

And I fucking snapped.

Lurching forward, I slammed my hands on her face and crushed her mouth to mine. I plunged my tongue alongside hers, pulling her head down as she moaned into my mouth. I fucking savaged her lips, bruising the flesh. I lowered my hands to her hips and pulled her down onto my lap. She crashed on top of me, never breaking from my mouth. I groaned as her hand began rubbing along the fly of my jeans. My tongue sank deeper, and I reached down and pulled up her dress, almost ripping the fucking material in two when I couldn’t get to her legs. But then my palms met flesh.

Phebe broke from my mouth, gasping, and trailed her lips and tongue down my neck. Her fingers snapped at the buttons on my fly. I bit my lip as she split the denim and her hand wrapped around my cock. Her hips rolled and her pussy ran along my thigh as she pumped me in her hand. Her mouth to my ear, her long red hair falling over my cheek. “AK,” she moaned, and I fucking jerked in her hand. I closed my eyes, holding back the need to flip her onto the ground and fuck her like she wanted. But then she was sliding down my body, her dress slipping through my fingers. I opened my eyes and watched as her knees hit the ground, her hand still gripping my cock.

The top of her dress had loosened, and from this angle I could see right down the front. It wasn’t enough. “Open your dress,” I instructed, my voice sounding like cut steel. Phebe bit down on her lip and smiled. She never moved those fucking blue eyes from mine as she released my dick and sat back so I could see her every move.

Her fingers crawled up her green dress to the tie at the neckline. Her tongue lapped at her lips as she pulled open the string keeping the top together. Her tits bounced underneath, like they were just waiting to spring free and be in my mouth. She panted. Panted as she rocked her hips back and forth. She flicked her head, and her long red hair fell to one shoulder, exposing one side of her neck. I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to leap forward and sink my teeth into her pale skin.

She was a damn siren.

The string fell open. My nostrils flared, barely hanging on to my patience as she took one hand and gently pulled the top of her dress to the side. Her bright white skin gleamed like milk in the moonlight. Her eyelids closed. I growled low, palming my own cock as her other hand moved to the hem of her dress. Breathy moans slipped from her throat. She dropped her shoulder, and the fabric slipped from one of her tits. The flesh was full and the skin just as speckled with freckles as everywhere else. Her fingers crept over the skin on her chest until they found her hard nipple. I stroked my dick, up and down, in long hard motions as she palmed her tit.

Then her mouth dropped open. I focused on the hand between her legs and I almost came. She had lifted the skirt of her dress, baring her pussy to me. Only it wasn’t only her fucking perfect pussy that had my hand working faster on my dick, it was the fact that two of her fingers were already in her hole. Her thumb strummed back and forth on her clit, her eyes rolling up toward the sky.

“Fuck, bitch,” I groaned, watching the blood rush to her face and her freckles disappear into the flush.

“AK,” she murmured as she worked herself harder and harder. Her moans deepened and grew louder as she pumped her hands faster. She squeezed her tit, pinching her nipple, and she cried out. My hand on my cock stilled as I watched her shoulders edge forward and her mouth open wider. Her arm shook as she worked her fingers in her pussy so fast that I could barely sit still. And then she froze, face framed in pleasure as a guttural moan tore from her mouth. Her head slammed back, exposing her throat as her hand was coated in her own wetness. Redness spread like a raging flood over her pale skin as she desperately searched for breath.

I hadn’t moved a fucking inch, watching the bitch make herself fall apart. With her eyes still closed, a wide smile spread on her lips, she lowered her head, her fingers on both her tit and in her pussy beginning to move again. When her eyes opened, pupils blown, she focused straight on me. Releasing herself, she inched her way across the grass toward me.

When she arrived at my knees, she worked herself between my thighs until her tits were at my exposed cock. She took hold of me in her hand. The fingers that had been all up in her cunt rose toward my mouth as she began stroking up and down my cock with her other hand. Her fingertips ran along my bottom lip. She watched me like a hawk as I grabbed hold of her wrist and kept it at my mouth. Her chest rose up and down as I flicked out my tongue and licked her fingers. The taste of her filled my mouth, and I groaned. Her breath was shaky as she watched me, and from the hardness of her nipple I knew she was getting off on it. So I took her fingers deeper into my mouth as her hand jerked faster on my cock. I wrapped my lips around them, tonguing off the juice.