A Siren's Wish

by Renee Field

  A Siren's Wish

  Title Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

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  A Siren’s Wish

  By Renee Field

  Copyright 2011 by Renee Field

  Published by Renee Field on Smashwords

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  A Siren’s Wish

  By Renee Field

  Chapter One

  Sasha placed her hands on the man’s chest. He grinned up at her.

  “You are so sexy, baby,” he mumbled.

  At this point, Sasha didn’t care what he said. The only reason the man—sad she couldn’t even remember his name at this point—was looking at her like she was his, was because of the aching need inside of her, driving her insane.

  He palmed her breasts as she ground her slick pussy against his cock. The minute she hoisted herself up and planted her core on his hard-on the man was dead.

  He attempted again to kiss her. Expertly, Sasha moved out of reach by turning her attention to his nipples. He didn’t complain as she skillfully kissed and nipped his buds. That thrumming need, that insatiable hunger she could no longer contain drove her to impale her cunt on his cock. Primitive need took over as she slowly sank her pussy all the way down his shaft.

  The man’s breath reeked of rum and mints, a reminder she’d picked him up from a bar where the festivities of Christmas had been well underway.

  “Holy fuck. You’re a virgin,” he said, while his pudgy fingers dug into her flesh.

  Sasha couldn’t very well deny her body was virgin-like, but it was so far from the truth and off the mark that she didn’t even acknowledge his words. Plus, it wasn’t like she hadn’t heard it all before.

  Four decades and the succubus curse still rode her hard. Sasha had to have sex. She’d pushed the limits of the curse before and knew the longest her body could go without her going insane was thirty days. When she had sex, the act triggered her need to feed off a man’s soul, but if she didn’t do that she would turn to ashes. All because she had dared to incur the wrath of a Sea Witch. If she knew dating the Sea Witch’s son, one hunky Titan, would curse her, Sasha would never have agreed to the date. And to ensure she never would get the chance to date her son again, the Sea Witch tossed Sasha out of the oceans by turning her into a human.

  At first Sasha had been angry with being cursed and turned into a human, but she had come to realize that if she had any hope of breaking the curse, she had to adapt. She had been thrust to the human realm and coping with the demands of her new circumstances didn’t give her a lot of time for self-pity. It was more like self-preservation, and Sasha was a fighter and not about to let the Sea Witch win. Armed only with the expensive jewels draped around her neck and arms, she quickly assimilated into human life. The jewelry secured her financially and she thanked the gods she liked to always wear her best. While Sasha had adjusted to land, she certainly never felt like it was home.

  The man tried again to yank her head down for a kiss. Sasha arched her back to stay clear of his meaty mouth.

  “You are incredible, baby. Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”

  Because I’m not. Instead of answering, Sasha let the heat of the curse spiral through her. She then leaned toward the man’s mouth. The minute he captured her lips she gave into the ache within her that said, take what he so carelessly offers. She fought for compassion as she sucked the soul out of the man, but couldn’t find any. Honestly, when he found out she was for hire he didn’t hesitate to pull her out the door of the bar. His hand on her arm triggered her Siren gift and she saw exactly the type of man he truly was. The last woman he’d been with had ended up with stitches to her face because he liked it rough. Taking his soul, Sasha considered this his due.

  By the time the kiss was over, his skin had paled to the color of ash. Oblivious to his plight he gripped her hips hard and pounded into her, clearly loving her tight cunt. Technically her body thought of this as her first time, because Sasha knew the Sea Witch had a sick sense of humor. Try over a thousand times. The act of sex had become routine and even the act of taking a man’s soul seemed almost mundane and that scared Sasha. She felt herself distancing herself from both what she was doing and the man. The first snowstorm of the season blanketed the night. Chunks of icy snow beat outside, clinging to the cheap hotel window.

  The man gasped. Sasha watched his facial expression. This too was part of the norm for her now. As hard as it was to watch the man literally fuck her to his death it was either him or her. No matter what, Sasha was a Siren at heart and survival of the fittest was inherent to her species.

  He started to gasp in earnest but because pleasure overrode the hounds of hell chasing him, he kept up his assault on her body and even licked his lips in glee. His fingers moved from her hips to clutch her breasts and she couldn’t help but notice the grime under his nails. The minute he climaxed his heart gave out. Sasha liked to think all the men she’d killed had died with a smile on their face because the alternative made her hate herself a bit more every day.

  Careful to gather her things, she buttoned up her black wool winter jacket and pulled her no-nonsense wool cap tight over her ears. Sasha hated being cold and if she were a Siren she’d simply regulate her internal body temperature. Since she was now technically human she always made it a point to dress for warmth during the winter season. Fishing out her car keys from her purse, she strolled out of the motel room without a backward glance.

  She brushed the snow from her hair and kicked the white stuff packing the sidewalks. Two blocks from the motel she noticed the start of Christmas lights lining roofs and lawns. The lights always made her happy. While Sirens didn’t celebrate Christmas they certainly knew all about parties and the miracle of life. Sasha felt melancholy. She longed to be able to return to her realm but more than that she wanted to feel loved. Christmas always pulled at her passionate nature but this year it felt more difficult.

  Just once Sasha wished she could enjoy a man without guilt.

  Sasha recognized there was a part of her that longed for the tender caress of a man’s hands on her body and more than that she ached with the desire to want to give something more than just the kiss of death. However, a man would never care for her deeply again. The Sea Witch had made certain of that.

  Two more blocks and
Sasha spotted her car. She clicked the pad on her key chain and her Escalade lights turned on. The doors unlocked. She reached in the back and wiped off the snow. She slid into the seat, turned on the engine and cranked the heat high. With ease the large black SUV cut through the snow so Sasha could drive as if a cyclone were chasing her. Sasha was glad the windows were fogged up because she couldn’t stop the steady stream of tears. They flew down her cheeks unchecked. She hated the fact that she cried now. Before, when she’d caved into the curse’s demands she had hit a bar and gotten drunk. As a Siren alcohol hit her twice as quick and there had been a time she’d embraced that. Not so anymore.

  An hour later she drove the car in the hospital’s underground lot. Driving to her reserved spot, which had her name plate, Dr. S. Rivers, embossed on a plaque, she parked the SUV and fought for composure. She used her hand to clear her window and noticed someone had stuck an elf sticker on her parking plaque. Any other time that might have made her smile. Not tonight. Hard to believe the battle-thirsty Siren now used her skills to heal. If only the Sea Witch could see her now. Or maybe not thought Sasha, fearful the witch would send more curses her way.

  Sasha changed in the vehicle out of her skimpy clothes and into more professional attire, equipped with her white coat and stethoscope. She checked her face in the mirror and yanked off the red wig. She wiped off any remnants of make-up. Dr. Sasha Rivers looked and acted like an ordinary, somewhat plain, doctor. She never dressed up and most certainly didn’t wear four-inch heels to work. The heels were always the last part of Sasha’s disguise to come off. She might hate having legs but wearing high heels always made her feel sexy. At least tonight her boots were wet and cold because of the snow so she didn’t mind ditching them in the back of her vehicle.

  She laced up her shoes once outside of her vehicle and took in a fortifying breath. Only once she’d tightened the laces up on her flat and boring-as-hell granny shoes did she push her shoulders back. With purpose she walked out of the underground parking lot to the eighth ward—the cancer ward. If only her Siren sisters could see her now. Death might be part and parcel of the curse but by becoming a doctor, Sasha felt at least she had control over something. If she was able to use her comfort and skills to help even one patient tonight, Sasha knew she’d feel marginally better.

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  Chapter Two

  Chase teased the nurse, who must have been close to sixty, trying for the third time to hook the IV into his arm. She laughed, and failed, again. Christ if he didn’t laugh he’d scream because getting poked by a needle hurt like hell. And did she have to be wearing a large shirt printed with a zillion tiny Rudolph the reindeer all over it? Chase turned his head and watched the small snowflakes falling fast outside the window. It was really coming down hard tonight and for a moment he inwardly laughed at the mess his work buddies would have to deal with. Normally he’d love a good snow storm but not when he was stuck inside a hospital. Storms made the nursing staff tense and that was never good.

  Since he’d been down this road before, he knew all about putting on his poker face.

  “Almost there,” she said. Chase didn’t bother to look. She wasn’t going to get the needle in and he knew it.

  She mumbled an apology and thankfully put the needle down. She wrote something on his chart and was about to hit the call button when in walked the sexiest doctor Chase had ever laid eyes on. She didn’t look at him. Instead she walked over to his chart, read it silently for a few minutes, and then and only then did she raise her eyes to his.

  He knew exactly what that damn chart said. Dead man. No amount of fancy handwriting was going to change the outcome but he couldn’t quite voice that yet.

  “I’m Dr. Rivers, mind if I try that?” she said, more to the nurse than him.

  Chase nodded. “Go ahead.” He laid his head back down on the overly starched pillow and ground his teeth against the poke and prod as the doctor who looked like she was fresh out of med school moved to the side table where the IV needles were laid out.

  She picked up a needle, and then moved around the bed, surprising him. She didn’t say a word, simply took his left arm, not his right since only a blind idiot couldn’t help but notice the veins on that arm had dried up, and started to massage his arm. What the hell?

  He turned to her. “So, you must be new?”

  The nurse, who was fiddling with something to his other side, laughed. “She gets that all the time. Don’t you, Dr. Rivers?”

  Chase noted how Dr. Rivers didn’t say anything. Instead her mesmerizing sea green eyes stared at his arm. Chase thought she had the most mesmerizing eyes he’d ever seen. Her fingers gently massaged his limb and he started to feel relaxed. Whatever she was doing felt like heaven. And what do you know, I’m not as dead as I thought. Suddenly Chase got a hard-on the likes of which his body hadn’t experienced in over two years. Christ. He gulped, wishing he could pull his arm free, suddenly embarrassed with his body’s betrayal but equally pleased he could still get it up.

  “What’s it been now, Dr. Rivers, ten years since you started here with us?” The nurse filled in the silence with information the doctor was not about to divulge. Chase understood that. As a cop he kept his share of secrets, namely keeping his mouth shut when he started to think the cancer had come back.

  He had ignored the symptoms until the lie was written all over his face and had invaded his body. Chase had been admitted to the hospital with stage three cancer. He highly suspected his body would not take kindly to the radiation and chemotherapy again. He’d had such a hard time four years ago that even thinking about it caused his body to shudder.

  “This won’t hurt,” said Dr. Rivers. Her voice was husky and soft, reminding him of the feel of warm water cascading over his body. He turned his head to laugh at her but the needle slid in place and Chase hadn’t felt a damn thing.

  Dr. Rivers smiled at him. His heartbeat sped up. Great! Crushing on the doctor, so not good! She tapped the needle down onto his arm so he wouldn’t dislodge it and then turned her attention to his chart, again. Chase wanted to rip that chart off his bed and fling it in the garbage.

  The nurse left and Dr. Rivers thanked her. Every time the doctor spoke, goosebumps came to life on Chase. He was beginning to think he was delusional but honestly, her voice soothed him like nothing he’d ever experienced before and it feel so damn good he wasn’t about to question it.

  “I see Dr. Hart is your physician. Is that by choice?”

  Hell no, thought Chase. “Not really. He’s just the doctor the force assigned to me.” And the biggest asshole this side of the street.

  “I see.” Her dark brown eyebrows quirked together which made her look even younger. Ten years with this hospital. No way did Dr. Rivers look a day over twenty-five. Chase loved how she kept her pitch black hair tucked up tight in a straight no-nonsense ponytail. He highly suspected that loose, it rested low on her back. Even wearing the lab coat there was no way to hide her large breasts, but what arrested Chase more than anything was her mouth. Her lips were plump and blood red in color and he was man enough to know she wasn’t wearing lipstick or gloss. The longing to kiss her lips lit him up. Must be the drugs they’re pumping into me.

  Chase laughed out loud at that thought.

  “Something funny?” she asked.

  “Nope. Well sort of, but trust me you don’t want to know.”

  She smiled like she totally understood but then quickly turned her eyes to his damn chart. God he hated having that thing rest by his feet. It reminded him too much of a toe tag and since he worked the murder squad he’d seen enough of those tags to last him an eternity.

  She dropped the chart and moved to his right side. The smell of the beach and fresh flowers sailed into him. Chase blinked. God, those drugs are powerful.

  “I’m going to leave now. If you start to feel queasy please don’t hesitate to call the nurse. I’m going to leave her with a note to give you something special that will help you sleep tonight. W
ould that be okay?”

  “Sure, sounds great, but a kiss from you would sound even better. Shit!” cursed Chase. “Did I just say that out loud? Sorry about that, must be the drugs.” He attempted a chuckle but failed.

  Dr. Rivers moved to where his head was now resting on the pillow and unexpectedly leaned over his bed.

  “I’m coming back Mr. Carter, so you rest now.” Sensually, she moved closer and at the very last moment turned her mouth to his cheek. The kiss was chaste and might have felt like an act of compassion had it not been the fact her hand clearly rested on his erection. She smiled, and Chase got lost in the depths of her green pupils. He swore he saw the ocean in her eyes and it warmed a part of him he thought dying.

  “Chase. Please call me Chase. Only my father was called Mr. Carter.”

  She straightened, adjusted her lab coat and moved to the door. “See you later, Chase.”

  “I seriously hope you’re not teasing me,” he said, feeling his words slur from the effects of the meds.

  “I’m coming for you. That’s a promise, Chase.” She opened his door and the sounds of a Christmas jingle from the nursing station wafted into his room.

  Chase closed his eyes, feeling the smile form on his face. Dr. River’s was not at all what he expected. His cock throbbed even more and Chase thought that was the best freaking Christmas miracle ever.

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  Chapter Three

  Sasha confronted Dr. Hart immediately. She didn’t go for his usual small talk. She outranked him in the hospital and they both knew it. Chase Carter was her patient now. Sasha couldn’t cure him, the cancer was too advanced, but for once in her life she was determined to give a man pleasure. Chase deserved that.