Evie StantonI've never jumped out of bed so fast in my life. Shame flushed over me when I thought about how loud I was. How loud Thane was. How many people heard us!Last night we had the rain to cover up all the noises I made, but this morning, the clear sky. Far enough from land there were no chirping birds for miles. Wind whistled through the tarp covering up the hole in the side of the ship. I felt mortified."Give me a minute," Thane replied loudly. "Don't come in.""Wouldn't dream of it, Cap," Desmond shouted somewhat cheekily.I scoured the floor for my clothes. Where were my pants?Thane threw his legs over the side of the bed, his fingers pressed into his brow. His cabin was in complete disarray, but he didn't seem remotely bothered by it as he plucked some clothes from his wardrobe, passing me a shirt and some loose-fitting shorts. "We need to wash our clothes anyways. Wear those.""Nothing says I just screwed the Captain like wearing his clothes," I r
Thane DrogosWhen Evelyn met me on the upper deck, I had a blunt cutlass ready for her. She eyed the instrument curiously, reaching out and taking it from me. "Is it sharp?" she asked."No. These are for sparring," I answered. I gave the sword a brief swipe, listening to the metal whistle through the air. At nightfall, most of the crew remained under the deck aside from the night crew. A few men did their rounds above the deck, keeping an eye out for any disturbances. Whether it be another ship or mischievous sea gremlins that liked to play tricks on unassuming sailors. Occasionally a siren or two, but they avoided my flag. They feared water dragons as much as they feared Cliodhna, the Goddess of the Sea. Sirens were vicious creatures, but not without their motives. In the water, they'd shout "Oillipheist" in my face like a slur before returning to the depths, so deep the sun didn't touch them. "Mimic my movements, Evie," I instructed, showing her how to stand proper
Evie StantonTwo days.Two days of cutlass lessons with Gunner.Two days of me doubting everything.My stomach churned. What was I doing here? Now, I wore a cutlass on my hip like most of the crew. I had been getting used to the additional weight as I moved around on deck. Katarina even tailored one of Rio's trousers to fit me better, a white blouse parted in the middle. I looked like I belonged on deck with everyone else.I was no longer the Stanton Princess. I was just Evie. The translator. A pirate.My conflicting feelings never went away.I didn't feel like a pirate. More like an imposter. Everything felt different for me now. No longer in constricting corsets or puffy gowns. I wasn't being forced into etiquette lessons or an arranged marriage. I had the freedom to figure out who I was.But I was still trying to discover that for myself.The lookout in the crow's nest signaled we were approaching the merchant vessel. Thane wanted me to stay on the Sea Ser
Thane DrogosThe merchant vessel had surrendered. We easily overwhelmed their security team with minimal damage. These merchants knew what was best for them. My crew went to work gathering the cargo for transport. Routine.Easy. Until the warbling of a siren song started emanating from the water. I reacted a split second before merchants started diving overboard. My crew fought not to join them in the salty grave. "Safeties! Now!" I ordered, my voice cutting through the siren song haze. They blinked away the thrall temporarily. My crew always carried safeties in case of an attack. They were rare, but when a clan of sirens got their sights set on a ship, they would sink it. Ravenous and violent.With my voice, everyone had about a five-second window of clarity. Securing themselves to the main mast or support ballasts. Hold out until I could handle it. My mother left my side, immune to the song as I was. But we left our ship defenseless. Fuck. My crew was trained
Evie StantonDid I dive off the ship again? Is that why my limbs felt like lead? Pain flittered up my sternum, squeezing and stabbing like knives in my ribs. I groaned, trying to turn onto my side, but an awful ache shot up my side again. Throbbing viciously. Even breathing seemed painful. Everything felt hot and cold at the same time.What the fuck happened?I squeezed my eyes shut before slowly opening them, wincing at the oil lamp. "Ouch. Fucking hell," I grumbled, throwing an arm over my face.The siren. Holy fuck! That's right!My entire body lunged forward as I remembered what happened, but I was instantly struck with stabbing pain that seized my back. I crumbled back down under the furs."Take it easy," I heard Thane's voice as the bed dipped down next to me. I blinked away the sleepiness to get a better look at him.His eyes were red, darkened with purple-blue circles. He didn't look like himself. His lips were pulled tight, knuckles white from how har
Thane DrogosEvery time I looked at Evelyn was a constant reminder I couldn't protect her. The simple fact of Evie getting hurt and me not being there. It bothered me. So much I would avoid being in the same room with her. As soon as I changed Evelyn's dressings, I would leave. I haven't even slept in the same room with her for days. Instead, I bunked with Desmond and Gunner. Couldn't talk to Gunner either.I blew off any questions with wanting to give Evie some space to recover. Not a complete lie, but I didn't want to admit how guilty I felt. Thankfully, we would be pulling into Rapier Port any day now, then we can sell our cargo and go back to safehold.Fuck, what would I do when I got back to safehold? Would she stay with me? Would I continue to avoid her?I couldn't avoid Evie forever.She wasn't even angry with me when she should have been. I couldn't understand why she didn't curse me for allowing her to get hurt. Ramona would do more with less. Box me in with
Thane DrogosI watched as Evelyn's cheeks darkened, almost as crimson as her silk blouse clinging to her shoulders. The blush climbed up to her ears, visible from between curls. On top of the blouse was an emerald corset. The combination brought out the depth of her freckles. So fucking lovely. And she was mine. All mine."Suits you," I stated, my eyes gliding across her garments. It was like I saw her for the first time, who she wanted to be under her fancy dress that night at the tavern. At my words, Evelyn beamed. I could never comprehend how much I loved her smile. There was nothing I wanted more than to touch her. Watch her lips part with every sign. Her eyelids fluttered with every brush of my fingertips.Lust swept across my skin, heat flushing inside me, hardening my cock. God, I wanted her. I wanted to take her into my arms and remind myself how perfectly she fit against me.I tightened my hands into fists. Evie needed to heal, and if I touched her, I wo
Evie StantonWith a pair of familiar leather cuffs, Thane restrained me to the headboard. Fire blazed against my skin, begging to be touched. I complained, wiggling against his grip, but not actively trying to break it. My gaze devoured Thane's naked body. Black, coarse hair sprinkled along his torso, hiding pebbled rosy nipples that I liked to pinch. The ripped curves of his muscle accentuated the areas my fingers craved to touch. His cock stood long and thick against my stomach, the heat of his body pressed on top of me as he cuffed my wrists above my head."I told you if you kept pulling my hair, I'd tie you to my headboard." Thane's velvety voice washed over me, warm as summer rain. "I like pulling your hair," I teased, twisting my wrists in the bindings. He laughed, pressing a kiss against the hollow of my ear. "I noticed." Leaning back, his stark blue eyes gazed at the bindings, a deep reverberation vibrating in his chest. A smirk pulled at the side of his lips. He liked see