She giggled and kissed him back. “I don't think Greek gods have last names, my love. You'll just have to be known as Shedd the Magnificent, or Shedd the Great."
"I prefer it as Shedd the Grateful."
"Then I will be Mrs. Grateful. Forever."
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Adara
By
Midnyte Dupree
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Dedication
For two fabulous authors, Jade and Melinda, for letting me be part of this wonderful anthology with you. And thank you both for keeping me inspired to continue writing. I love being a Siren! I hope all of you readers enjoy our stories.
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Chapter One
Adara felt her eyes blaze with fire as she watched her lover fuck another woman. His tan hips thrust in and out, flexing those delicious muscles along his thighs. The light from the window ran over Jace's back, like it too wanted in on the action. The moans from the woman filled the room and Adara's heart broke. She could feel the vile muscle shatter inside her chest.
Her feet refused to move as she watched him in the bed covering the bronzed skin of the woman, with her legs spread wide for both their pleasure. He hadn't expected her back so soon, the bastard. Cutting her trip from Spain short, Adara was eager to get home to Jace on their little isle of Balaerie in the Tyrrhenian Sea. She'd had a much better image in her mind of her return than this.
Her father, Poseidon, had told her that humans couldn't be trusted, but did she listen? No. Even though her mother was human, the woman could never have been trusted either. She saw the sea God for a means to escape her dull life. And boy did she escape it. Now she lived below the sea in a prison of sexual desire for his sea creatures. Father had tried to warn her mother not to mess with him, but still she tried to prove his existence to the world for monetary gain. Thank goodness Adara was more her father's daughter than her mother's.
Yet, she had hoped she could trust Jace.
Finally a masculine cry rang out into the room, signaling Jace's release. The woman cried out as well. Damn the bitch and the cheating bastard! Jace had no idea just what type of damage a siren could do, did he? Holding tightly to her control, she watched them as their bodies relaxed into the bed. With Jace still inside the woman, Adara finally decided to make her presence known.
"Why dear, what a pleasant welcome home. I see you've missed me.” Anger boiled inside her as she fought with the uncontrollable urge to launch a lightning strike at his bare ass. Jace quickly flipped over and the woman's eyes grew wide as she grabbed at the blankets to cover herself. But they both lay on top of them and the battle was lost to her. The blankets remained beneath their bare, sweaty bodies. Instead, the woman used her arms and hands to cover her breasts.
Adara rolled her eyes then focused her attention on Jace who bent his knee and rested his arm there to look at her. His cock now resting limp between his legs, Adara could see the glisten of both their climaxes still on his shaft.
"Hi honey. You're home early?"
Adara just looked at him. Hoping beyond hope she would be able to control her temper. But it wasn't looking good. She felt her fists clench around her bags and she knew her eyes had changed to silver, which made them stand out even more than they already did against the dark midnight of her hair and her pale skin.
Adara turned to the woman who tried to slip from the bed unnoticed, but stopped as soon as Adara looked her way.
"I hope it was worth it, bitch. I'm out of here Jace. I just hope my father doesn't find out."
She knew that would do it. Jace's face paled and he scrambled from the bed to her side. He reached out to grab her shoulders, but she stepped back so he dropped his hands at his sides. Jace knew who her father was. He had never believed her until she showed him that she could change into a mermaid. She had expected to spend her life with him. Adara had wanted to share her secret so badly with someone, and she thought she could with Jace. Now she wished she never had. The bastard.
Her father would take care of Jace's memories of her, leaving her world once again in secret.
"Adara, please. I love you sweetheart.” The woman behind him gasped.
"—but I thought you said you loved me?” Her whiny voice cut through the room and Adara glanced behind Jace to see the woman's eyes welling with tears.
Good Gods!
"Whatever, Jace. Have fun with your new toy while you can."
And with that, Adara rushed from the little cabana house, dropping her bags as she went. She wouldn't need any of it where she was going. It was about time she visited the depths of the sea.
Jace's voice rang out into the darkening sky. She kept walking, never to look back. Men sucked. They were rotten, stupid, self-centered and irritating! She would never get involved with another one again. Period.
Reaching the edge of the little island, Adara looked back one last time. Palma was a beautiful city on a beautiful island. She had wanted this to be home to her, but now it would never feel the same. She doubted she would ever be able to return. She didn't think she could hurt much more, but having to leave the one place she loved made the pain ten times worse inside her chest.
She needed open spaces, a vast area where she could set herself free into the waters. She could always visit her sisters, would probably contact them once she settled down. They would find Jace and make him regret ever being born. That is, if there was anything left of him after her father got a hold of him. She could have easily done something herself, but leaving was for the best.
Adara stripped and stepped into the sea, where instantly her lower half flexed with blue and silver scales. The water felt wonderful upon her skin as it welcomed her into its embrace. It was cool today; perfect to douse the flames she had created by getting angry with Jace.
Diving into the sea, Adara cut a path in the water and headed toward the Straight of Gibraltar. Ships passed overhead, but she remained far below the water so they wouldn't see her. Siren's had such a bad reputation for luring fisherman to their deaths with their voices. Adara laughed. She couldn't remember anyone doing such a thing. Although her little sister might try it just for fun.
Adara let the thought of her family fill her mind as the blue-green of the water cut across her flesh, calming her emotions with its tranquility. She didn't have to go up for air too often and the strength in her fin was amazing as she pushed her way forward.
She knew instantly when she had crossed into the Atlantic Ocean. The current was swift, so she had to focus on not getting swept away. Her anger was finally dissipating, but she couldn't help feeling sad. Jace had showed such promising signs of being someone she could settle down with. He wasn't persuaded too much by her voice and that only built her attraction to him more. She knew she could make him obey her if she tried, but Adara would never do that to someone she loved.
An especially strong current kicked her around, but she pushed through it hoping to find a little less turbulent area. With each push of her fin, the water propelled her harder. A whirlpool whipped up around her, but she fought with it until it released her. Being spun around for just that small moment had made her slightly off kilter.
Swimming to the surface, Adara tried to get her bearings, but couldn't. More of the ocean yanked at her, pulling her down further and further. Her fin pushed her up to the surface and she used her arms to help as well. This wasn't good. She needed to figure out where she was before something worse happened.
Just as she broke the surface a loud crack of thunder rent the air around her. She screamed and plunged below.
What the hell was going on?
She looked up to the surface. The water there rose and dropped in massive waves she could feel all the way below. As Adara pushed her way to the top once again the wind blew her wet hair around her face, the water spraying in wild streams. She could tell the current had pushed her much further out into the ocean than she thought. She couldn't see anything around her
of course, but she couldn't feel the vibration from the land.
Then she heard something. It could have been thunder, but she hadn't seen a crack of lightning preceding it. She listened harder and the sound grew louder and louder around her. It was a deep rumble of air that she could feel in her chest. It didn't stop or slow, but instead grew in intensity over the beat of the rain hitting the surface.
Adara turned around—wishing at once she hadn't. She was in the middle of a hurricane. The monster before her was dark and menacing as it made its way towards her. It was blocking her path, her way home. She could escape below the water, but even there, things would be affected. The roar grew deeper, dangerous.
Her heart beat wildly in her chest, sent blood rushing through her veins. Her stomach knotted and if she had had anything to eat, she knew it would now be coming up. With her fin keeping her upright, she watched as a huge wave, more like a tsunami, rose from the ocean. It was alive in its dance to reach the sky. This was it for her. She would die never having been truly loved.
The wave picked her up as it made its race toward land. Wherever that might be. Something hit her on the shoulder and she looked over to see a small, unconscious animal being tossed about in the waves. She wanted to reach out and comfort it, but the storm quickly pulled it away. Another unfortunate victim.
The hurricane was fully upon her now, kicking her this way and that. The water swirled like a giant drain and Adara could do nothing in the face of its power. She was tired and scared. A piece of wood rushed by her and she grabbed on to it, hoping it would keep her afloat for just a little while longer. But the storm continued to escalate. Time seemed to go on forever. The clouds became dark and she couldn't tell when night had fallen and when day had begun.
She rode the hurricane for what seemed like days until finally she could feel it weakening. Adara hoped this was it. She would finally be let go from this monster.
The water rose, higher and higher, creating a massive wave. Not like the one a day or two ago, but almost as large. This one picked her up and carried her forward. The water churned underneath her. It felt as if it created hands that caressed the scales of her lower half as it wrapped around her, pushing her onward. The water now felt warm and she knew that somewhere, somehow, she had traveled far indeed. It appeared she was now in the Gulf of Mexico, if she could rely on her senses, but even her brain felt weary and worn out. She needed to rest soon.
The wind whipped her hair around her head as she fought to stay on top of the water, but the force was wild. All her control had been given over to the storm.
Finally, as the water rushed over land, she hit something hard. knocking the breath from her body.
Please just let it stop. Let the hurricane die down so I can rest my arms and legs.
She just needed rest.
The water pushed her further, the weight of her body forcing her down, down below the wet surface. She couldn't fight back. Her eyes felt heavy, her breathing was shallow. She just wanted to rest.
As the storm calmed down, she noticed she had not moved. Her body hit something hard and stopped her dead. She held on with the little bit of strength she had until finally the storm slowly, deliberately, died away. With half open eyes, she realized she had landed in someone's pool. She would be safe. For now.
Night had fallen as she clung to the side. Adara laid her head on the cool concrete on the lip of the edge and wrapped her arms around the metal ladder. Her eyelids drifted down. The night was heavy against her exposed flesh, and even her fin felt leaded as it swooshed through the dirty water. In the morning she would have to figure out where she was and hopefully find a place where she could be safe.
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Chapter Two
Jack Boswell's breath came hard and fast, in little gasps that wouldn't cease. The rain pelted his face and the howling wind tore through his clothes. The hurricane was worse than anyone expected. Even though he was warned earlier, nothing had prepared him for this magnitude of destruction.
His strength waned as he pushed his way through the fierce storm. He just needed to get home. His house was constructed to withstand any hurricane, so he knew it would be there. Jack thought he would have been home hours before the main part of the storm hit, but getting all the animals to safety at the Aquarium had taken longer than he expected. Now he just needed to get home safely himself. It was a good thing he didn't live far, because there was no way he could have driven in this mess. He had to use his powers at the Aquarium more than once to get them all to safety.
He hated using them, because with any little burst of magic, he had to worry that his father would find him. The demon King would be brutal if he found out his only son had been living above the underworld. And he would stroke out, if he knew he had been working with fish.
Fish of all things.
The King hated those creatures that lived in the ocean. Jack didn't know why, didn't really care. He just knew the Aquarium would be the last place his father would look for him.
Finally at home he went to the front door, but a large tree blocked his entrance.
"Damn it!"
Going around the side of his one story house, he flipped the latch on his wooden fence to go into the backyard. The wind had weakened, finally, and he was able to check out the damage done to his trees.
It was going to be a pain in the ass to clean up this shit.
Looking his yard over quickly, he happened to skim across his pool. A form close to the edge caught his attention as he moved closer.
His heart pounded in his chest.
Everything ceased to move or make noise.
A dark silhouette lay against the edge of the pool.
His instinct kicked in and he bent down to pull the limp form from the water.
Falling on his ass, he dragged the unmoving body until it lay resting on top of him. Getting up on his unsteady legs with the wind now blowing again at his back, Jack found it difficult to keep his balance as he picked up the small creature in his arms.
Something felt slippery along the skin of his arm, but he didn't think about it. He just needed to get this woman inside.
What was she doing out in this weather? He risked a look down. Hell, she was naked! He stumbled as his eyes traced down her body to rest upon her breasts. The dark areolas captured his attention, the nipples firm and hard in the chilly air.
With his energy renewed, Jack moved through the obstacles in the yard until he made it to the back door. He was relieved when he turned the knob and it gave easily. Pushing inside, he slammed the door with his foot and quickly went to his room with his burden clutched tight to his chest. He needed to get her warm.
Something moved across his arm and he looked down at her legs, but—there were no legs!
Instead, tiny scales adorned her lower half.
Jack smiled. His charge was finally here.
He had no idea why Zeus chose to deliver this beauty to him in a hurricane, but he would take it. She was his responsibility now. He would make sure she didn't put the Gods in danger any longer. According to Zeus, Adara's need to tell her secret was a danger to them all.
Taking her to his room, he lowered her to the bed. Jack looked down at her and sighed. He wished the God had prepared him for her beauty. He now realized how the Sirens had gotten such a reputation. He could see how they lured people to their death.
Jack glanced at her pale skin. Her dark hair curled around her shoulder and rested just above her right breast. Her skin was flawless and appeared to glow against his dark blue comforter.
"What have you done to anger the God?” He whispered to her.
Jack turned, grabbed a blanket, and with reluctance, he covered her body. She turned and pulled the cover up higher, but never fully woke up.
Looking down at his pants, Jack noted just how much this woman, this creature, was affecting him. His cock pushed against his wet clothes. Reaching down, he cupped it and squeezed, only making his need stronger as
he looked at her sleeping form on the bed. His body's reaction was probably due to his lack of action as of late. He hadn't felt sexual in a while, but for some reason, this woman reached inside him. He didn't feel the clawing fear of his father finding him. He was able to once again think about something different. Her beauty was extraordinary, almost hypnotizing.
"Ridiculous!"
Turning abruptly, he went into the bathroom to shed his own clothes and contact Zeus.
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With the door closed behind him, he started to undress. Jack lit a small candle upon entering to create a soft glow. Suddenly, a flash of bright light lit up the small room. The flame blew out as Zeus appeared.
"Hello Nalameir—"
"Don't call me that. I am no longer that person. I am Jack now. Don't forget it, God."
Zeus smiled wide. “You cannot leave your past behind you, dark one."
"Whatever. You have delivered her to me. Now what?” Jack removed a towel from a shelf and wrapped it around his waist. “Do you want me to kill her?"
Zeus rubbed his chin as he thought. Jack took in a deep breath, betraying his boredom with the God. He hated that he still owed Zeus for helping him to escape his father. The demon lord wanted Jack to rise to his full power and work along side him as he brought evil to earth. Although working with Zeus wasn't a walk in the park, the God wasn't nearly as depraved as his demon father. And truly, all Jack wanted was to be left alone to live his life in the best way he could as a demon.
"No, I do not want Adara dead. That would surely anger Poseidon, and I don't want all that drama.” Zeus walked the length of the bathroom and turned. “I want you to see if she will tell you what she is. Record it. I want to have proof of just how much a danger his daughters are to our world. I know she told someone already, but I wasn't expecting it. No proof. But this time, I will have all the necessary information."
"You just need me to get her to tell me what she is?” Jack's brows furrowed. It couldn't be that easy.
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