Down with the Tunes. I watched Mick stare off into space as the elevator doors closed and he went upstairs. Kelvin is one of the perks of this new life. The last thing he expects is the beauty raiding his fridge or sparks to fly. I turned to look at him and he pinned me against the living room wall with his larger frame. A Siren Erotic Romance.

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Chapter 1 Mick We had just brought back the last of the survivors from the seafood packing plant. Not to mention the lives of the eight people who had no clue why they had even been taken, raped, and tortured.

Were there really signs? I wondered, but then shook it off. Of course there had to have been signs. This was my fault. That thought had me laughing hysterically once I was alone in the elevator.

That would be forever burned in my brain. I was trying to recover from his words, so focused that I missed the fact he was trying to shift.

Why would you get involved with the halfers? Alex cried out sharply as his neck started to burn. I felt myself freeze as what was to happen next hit me like a ton of bricks. Everyone else left before Cal came over and put his hand on my shoulder. We can take care of him. But I was faster. I shot the hottest flame I could out of my hands, wanting this over as fast as I could.

Alex screamed before collapsing and dying. Seconds later, my tiger shifter, the man in my heart, was nothing but a pile of ash. And I knew right then that I wanted nothing but to die as well. I snapped back to the present as I realized the elevator doors were still open and I was at my apartment.

Walking off it, I went straight back to my bedroom and into the bathroom. With a wave of my hand I had the large tub filled with steaming-hot water and removed my clothes. I got in and sank down as the grief washed over me. I wondered as I lay there. Could there have been a reason Alex had done what he did besides money? But then why not tell us that when he knew he would die? I pondered all the possibilities for several minutes before coming to the same conclusion over and over again.

He did it for money. He pretended to love me for money. He put up with my pathetic Dom posing ass for money. Suddenly, images of our loving each other flashed in my head. I was spread out on the lip of whirlpool as Alex took me slowly, licking along my neck with his big tiger tongue, as he whispered lies of love to me. My screams turned into sobs as I flipped myself out of the tub and onto the floor.

And then I saw my large shower stall and more images assaulted me. Alex on his knees, staring up at me as he swore his love for me. I just needed my brain to stop. Crawling the last few feet to the toilet, I violently threw up everything that was inside of me and then some before collapsing on the side of it. And then I just sobbed. How could you be so fucking stupid to think anyone could ever love you? What, I have no clue, but the last thing I remembered about that night was that I was sobbing and my hands hurt.

I watched Mick stare off into space as the elevator doors closed and he went upstairs. The food Cal ordered arrived then and I helped them bring it all in before I went after Mick. Did I really have the right to intrude on his breakdown? Or would it be worse to leave him alone in his grief? I moved closer to his room as I heard him be ill over and over again.

All I wanted to do was go to him and tell him how much I loved him. Making my decision that it was better he not be alone, I raced to his side. I skidded to a halt in the doorway of the bathroom at the scene before me. Instead I pulled his naked, shaking body onto my lap and kept him from hurting himself. I stood up and brought him over to his bed. Laying him down, I went back into the bathroom to get a few towels and wet washcloths.

When I returned, Mick was slamming both fists into his head again as he mumbled to stop. Gently, I grabbed each wrist and pinned him to the bed until he calmed down.

Mick kept screaming as he fought me. I went with plan B and pinned both of his hands above his head as I wrapped a wet towel around them, trying to stop the bleeding. With my other hand I started to wipe away the blood as tears burned in my eyes. Instead he screamed louder, this time without words as his body twisted in pain.

Instantly I let go of his wrists and he went to hit himself again. I urgently thought of what to do, anything to make this better. The only option I came up with hurt me even worse than watching him scream in anguish. I moved his arms along his body and then straddled his much smaller body, pinning them to his sides. I leaned over and wiped away more blood from his face as he cried out, staring at me without seeing. Then suddenly he froze as I cupped his cheek.

How are you here? Why would you do this to me? He was so swarmed with grief he was seeing Alex. Alex is gone. All of these decades I thought Mick knew I loved him and pushed me away. Mick had officially left the building as his body went limp and eyes closed.

As much as everything in me screamed to wake him back up and convince him that he had to live, that people needed him, that I needed him, it was better for him to rest. I moved off of him and then gently cleaned him up. I found his favorite pajamas, the SpongeBob SquarePants button-up flannel ones that Mick thought no one knew about. But I knew. Tears started to fall as I dressed his beaten body, wanting to take all the pain away.

Going back into the bathroom, I found a first-aid kit and bandaged the cuts on his face. Then I bound his hands with gauze, not sure what else to do since they were just a bloody mess. He whimpered in his sleep a few times and tried to crawl into a ball.

You guys good? Just call us if you need anything. How pathetic was I that even in his current state I wanted nothing more than to be with Mick? Shaking my head at my insecurities, I made myself focus.

The only thing that mattered right now was Mick. I stared down at him for a while, wanting to make it all go away. As if I could wave a magic wand, I wanted Mick to never have met Alex and everything that happened after that.

I crawled into bed with him after having taken off my boots and held him. It hurt my heart that I finally had the man I loved in my arms and it was to comfort him over the betrayal of the man he loved.


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