The Sheik and the Siren (Elemental Series) Read Free Page A

side into one of their boats. They proceeded to take his fishing net. Next, they cut free and rolled a barrel of wine over the deck, obviously meaning to take that as well.
    “Where’s your cargo ?” asked a man who was built like a retaining wall with a long scar across the side of his entire face. “You are a trade ship, are you not?”
    “I’ll not tell you a thing, now leave my ship anon or I’ll . . .”
    “You’ll what?” said the man with the peg leg, smiling and spitting at Ace’s feet. He had a dagger in his hand and held it up in front of Ace’s face. “We’ll take your provisions too as well as the clothes on your back.” He reached over with the dagger as if he meant to cut the clothes right off of Ace.
    “Leave him be!” called a female voice from the side of the ship. “Get the goods and let’s be on our way. You are not to harm any of them, do you understand? That is not our purpose here.”
    Ace turned his head to see a young woman with alabaster skin lifting her body over the side of the ship. She had large brown eyes and long black lashes, and light pink lips that looked like a little bow. Her hair was long and wavy, and a blue-black, mostly blue, that reminded him of the color of the sea. It hung in front of her body, covering her chest. With one brush of her hand to push it away, it was almost like she was tempting him purposely, as his eyes traveled quickly from her face scanning her entire being.
    She stood there nearly naked, just a small, thin linen shift covering her body. It hung only halfway down to her knees. It was white and wet, and left naught to the imagination, and he couldn’t help his eyes from settling on the two pink spots beneath the fabric just atop her large rounded swells. He also noticed a dark patch showing through her shift at the juncture of her thighs and would bet a bag of gold that it was blue as well.
    “Who are you?” she asked curiously, gliding barefooted over the de ck toward him, not at all affected by the ship rocking to and fro. A necklace made from shells was around her neck and clicked together as she walked toward him. Shells of many sizes and colors were interwoven in her long hair, as well as starfish and an occasional strand of seaweed. She looked like she was a part of the sea. He found himself drinking in her beauty as she stopped right in front of him and her eyes looked to the depths of his very soul.
    The band of men were now ransacking his ship, having found some of the provisions and throwing barrels of apples and nuts over the side of the ship and into their boats, eating as they pillaged his wares.
    “I said . . . who are you?” she asked once again, coming even closer. When he didn’t answer, she started once again to sing softly so only he could hear her, and though he didn’t think he could grow any harder, he was wrong. His arousal strained beneath his braies, making his tunic stick out like a sail filled with wind. She noticed it as well, and smiled.
    “Stop,” he cried out, shaking his head back and forth, straining at the ropes. Damn, why’d he tell Boots to tie the knot s so tight? “Stop and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”
    She stopped singing, he r eyes still boring into him as she surveyed him as if she had never seen a man before, though a dozen of them just boarded at her side. “All right then,” she said with a slight nod of her head, “so speak.”
    He wasn’t used to taking orders from anyone, and especially not a woman. But for some reason, he felt as if he would do anything she asked of him, no matter how farfetched at this moment and would never question her command. “I am Ace, the Lion of the Sea,” he said. “And tell me siren, what is your name as well?”
    “You don’t need to know that,” she said, leaning over seductively and letting her breath caress his ear as she spoke. “I see you were brave enough to not block your ears from my song. As well as smart enough to tie yourself to