Free The Siren Series 3: Brandon (A Siren Novel) by Marata Eros Page B

stone wall, barely maintaining his balance. I smell his healing injuries and tally them automatically.
    I pin her to the wall by her throat. “Listen, breeder. You called to me. It is you who has signaled our union. I but follow.”
    I am not used to anticipating females.
    Her knee lands in my groin, and a crushing pain steals my breath. My last meal disgorges itself from my body.
    “Dick,” Nova says as she loops her arm through the Harborer's.
    “Wait,” I gasp. “Don't leave without me. I can assist in your escape.”
    “Right,” Nova says as she makes quick progress down the hall. “You've been helpful so far.”
    Her thick sarcasm reaches my ears from my undignified crouch on the floor.
    Females.
    I stagger to my feet and sway, my crotch a fucking lit nightmare of numbing pain. I limp after the breeder.
    Nova.
    It figures she'd be one of the Druid females I'd been warned about. What had Tarrin said they could be?
    Oh yeah— willful . Well no shit, Sherlock.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
    Nova
     
    Prick.
    Gorgeous, irresistible, magnetic, stud dick.
    I walk on, Ren limping beside me.
    That— that ?!—was what Grammy said I needed to wait for?
    Some future that is ! This guy might be Druid, but “ you're mine, breeder ” ? Oh my Goddess, the comment is straight out of Do Me Caveman Style 101.
    I do feel a teeny bit bad I kneed him in the nuts though. I might have overreacted just a little.
    “You way overreacted . ” Ren snaps, presumably from all the pain he's keeping in. And boy, can he read me.
    Or maybe he's just pissed at me. It could be that.
    I look at Ren. His arm is draped over my shoulder as we hobble down the main staircase.
    “Huh, well maybe—but he's a little bit too Druid for his britches.”
    Ren chuckles.
    “Feeling better?” I stroke the side of his healing face.
    He nods.
    “Wait for him. He won't hurt you—I don't know about the Reapers. They're capable of doing a great deal.”
    Our gazes lock in mutual understanding.
    I guess he's got a small point. I shouldn't take out the protectors—not super-smart. “Tell you what. I'll leave gorgeous Druid back there to work over Mikhail, Damon, and that dweeb, Kellan. If he's vamp enough to escape that, I might give him the time of day.”
    “Nova,” Ren says, shaking his head.
    “Nope. I'm done compromising. We'd almost gotten away from those dodo birds before they pulled the unfair whammy on us and I spent the night with my wrists and legs bound uncomfortably.”
    I study Ren’s healing wounds. “And they knocked the shit out of you.”
    “They did,” he laments. “Three Reapers is a tall order for even a Harborer. I'm better at warding buildings that you can remain safely ensconced within.”
    Ouch.
    “I'm sorry. I was hungry and your cupboards were as bare as Old Mother Hubbard's.” I blink my eyelashes prettily as we sweep out the front door.
    “Don't even try Nova.”
    Damn.
    I look up. The breeze lifts sweaty hair off my forehead, the rest of it clamped under Ren's arm. Sunlight balances on the treetops, shimmering in an angle toward the house at my back. The sun hangs low as though suspended.
    Night is coming.
    Suddenly, the Druid stands in front of me again.
    He makes my loins weep, which, in turn, pisses me off.
    “Do not do that again,” he says.
    I put my hands on my hips, and Ren straightens. I take note how big this guy is.
    How handsome.
    How insufferably arrogant.
    “Then don't tell me what to do,” I say.
    We glare at each other.
    He plows his fingers through short, dark hair. “Fine. But can we argue somewhere where three Reapers won't wake up and want a battle?”
    “Not vamp enough?” I tease as I jut out my hip.
    “Goddess!” he yells and paces away.
    Ren says, “Nova, that's not smart.”
    “Yeah, but it's fun to needle him.”
    The Druid blurs back to me, and my pulse tries to escape my throat. “I am Brandon. Druid male and Mer—both. I have been called from my kiss to your side. It's not want, female,