Dirty Lying Sirens Quotes

“If the allure of me does not sway you, the call of the sea might.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“To Caspian, whom I was rushing dangerously close to love with. To Nikkos, who had become an honest to goodness friend, a rarity in my life. To the sirens, especially Amara and Jacinta, whom I'd spent the most time with. To Ashana, my teacher. Even to Tanis, who complicated things but was still just as lost in this relationship as I was. And now that I had the pieces of the puzzle that had torn us apart...”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“I’ve lived in a lot of places, and I don’t know that a building will ever feel like home to me, but you do. You feel like home.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“And then he absolutely fucked me. I gasped when he pushed in with one hard motion. The feeling of being so full so suddenly when when I was already so wet and teased and ready to go was a buzz of heaven in my head as all other thoughts were pushed away.
"You like this," he commented. Another thrust, a moan from me. "You're tighter than you've ever been for me, do you know that?" Another thrust, and all I could do was breathe out the tension that was building in a strained sound of agreement. Hot kisses and hard thrusts soon blurred as both of us chased whatever high of the night we were barreling toward with abandon.
I knew my muscles would ache tomorrow. The instinct to resist, to pull, to free myself from the ropes and their constant foreign sensation didn't fall away for a long while. Not being able to run my hands down Caspian's chest, to wrap my arms around his shoulders, hell, to hold on for dear life as he grabbed my hips and filled me.
"Fuck, Caspian." I couldn't catch my breath.
"Hold on a little longer for me, Madeline," Caspian growled in my ear, then grabbed one of my thighs, lifting it as much as the rope would allow to give himself a deeper reach into me.
Hold on, he'd said. I barely managed that; it felt more like I was along for the ride than anything else. Which was probably the ropes' doing, but it still made for one hell of a fuck, and I made mental notes to ask Caspian what else he'd been fantasizing about.
He slowed our motion just enough that I whined as he kissed me hard, my hands itching to reach for him, to feel what of him I could, but coming up empty.
"Come for me," Caspian commanded. And fuck if I didn't obey. He had me wound so wet, so hot, so tight, that the fall from the climax sent my head spinning. I know I called out some sound that could have been his name or just some scrambled word or other as he hit my inner walls in all the right places. Over and over he thrust, riding out my orgasm until he found his own. I did what I could to catch my breath when Caspian filled me with his heat.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“Everything clicked. Her notes and my notes, we even deviated from the song, and as Tanis hummed her melody, I felt compelled to sing around it, my tones dancing up and down and intertwining in a compliment to hers. It was a moment I’d never forget no matter how long I lived, the feeling of puzzle pieces sliding into place. I knew I was a siren; the evidence had stacked so high by now, and of course I was getting along well, fitting in with the others at the House of Sirens. But this, this sealed the deal. This was my one true link to this world and my heritage.
Tanis didn’t take her eyes off of me, even when tears began to run down her face. What had she gone through? Thinking she’d lost her baby, the illness that took her health and her voice. Enough to make her want to live in a house away from everyone else and only do her work at the towers.
As our song faded to an end, we all stood there. Calliope was in absolute shock, Caspian and Nikkos stayed silent. Tanis stared, her eyes reflecting mine with welling tears threatening to spill over that might not end if they began.
But we couldn’t quite move past this part, Tanis and me. My mother and me. I was ready to love her. I was ready to hate her. I was ready to scream at whatever circumstances brought me to this point. What I could have had, what I didn’t have.
Shaking, Tanis reached out a hand. To touch me. Maybe hold my hand, maybe to lead to a hug. But it was too much for me, and I took a step back, spilling the first tears.
“Wait.” My voice tremored, and my hands balled into fists, grabbing my dress at my sides. Everyone paused, not a soul ready to move. Tanis looked ready to break, like a glass sculpture tipping too far forward. I just needed a minute, but I owed this connection to the both of us.
“Okay,” I breathed, opening my arms. Tanis didn’t wait for a translation before flinging herself forward to wrap herself around me as tightly as she could. My hair, her hair, it was all the same color as our heads rested on one another’s shoulder. My tears fell on her, hers fell on me, and we would both surely be a mess after this, but no one was going to say anything. Not to us, not for what we had both missed out on.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“Others with magic?" I asked.
She shrugged. "I've heard the stories. Witches, people who cast magic. People who turn into wolves and things when the moon shines on them."
"Those are just stories," I said, but my words weren't very convincing.
Maya shook her head. "And I'm sure before you got here you thought the sirens were just stories too."
I didn't have a retort, because she was right.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“I could feel everything. How big he was, how wet he made me. Caspian pushed in until there was nowhere else to go. A perfect fit, making me feel so full and so hot.
His forehead came down to touch mine as he looked into my eyes. “You’re perfect, Maddie.”
My breath left me, and my whole body was on fire. I wriggled, trying to move that delicious friction inside me.
“Say it.” Caspian pulled out and I whined at the loss, the emptiness I wanted him to fill again. “Repeat what I just said.”
“Caspian…”
“Say it, Madeline,” he growled. “Say how perfect you are.”
Holy hell, this man. His gentlemanly act in front of other people was all a farce. Caspian was some kind of lust god, and I was only just finding that out now.
“I’m… perfect.”
Caspian thrust in, hard and fast, bringing with him the pressure and friction my body craved.
“You deserve love.” He pulled out again.
“I deserve love.”
This time when he thrust, I couldn’t help but let loose another sound of wound-up pleasure.
“You are smart.”
“I am smart.”
“You are patient.”
“I am patient.”
“You are stunning.”
“I am stunning.”
On and on he went, his body and hands pinning me in place so thoroughly that there was little I could do but hold on for whatever ride Caspian wanted to take me on, repeating his affirmations and earning his cock in return. I had already come just minutes before, but already he had me back at the top of that cliff, ready to plunge off again.
“Caspian—" I moaned.
“Yes, Madeline,” he said, planting a kiss on my lips. “I was waiting to hear my name on those sweet lips of yours again. Now, come for me. Let me feel all of it.”
And I did. I came so hard, completely pinned in place as the feeling of him hit me. I rode through his hard thrusts. I was barely coming down, not even finished clenching around Caspian when he groaned and his movements changed. I felt him spill into me, hot and wet when I was at my most sensitive, and I cried out again.
“Fuck, Caspian,” I panted.
“That dirty mouth of yours.” He kissed me, his face completely sated, though lust still sat heavy in his eyes.
I laughed. “You’re one to talk.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“Just let me explore you and let go.”
His words were a warm buzz in my head and on my skin as he sank one finger into my wet heat. Then another, then his thumb found my clit, and a whispered whine escaped my lips.
“That’s it, Madeline.” Caspian spoke soothingly. “And remember, you’re a siren. One word from you and I stop. You have all the power here, all of it. But you won’t need to use the sway, because I’m already at your beck and call. One word from your lips is all the command I need.”
Caspian’s hands were as skilled now as they had been in the morning, lifting me dangerously high up that cliff of tightly wound nerves before the plummet of release. His other hand took to exploring the rest of me. My ass, my breasts, cupping my face. His kisses were soft and sweet, but his words were fucking filthy.
“You feel amazing, Madeline. Hot and so very wet for me.”
His low rumble in my ear was going to undo me completely. “Everything about you smells like sex. How many times on that boat did I want to bend you over the railing to fuck you in front of the sea?”
I started to move my hands, looking for something to do with them.
“Move your hands back where I fucking put them,” Caspian murmured.
Immediately, I complied, digging my fingers in a little to make sure I wasn’t moving them. He had made it clear I was to enjoy the ride and nothing else.
“Caspian.” My voice was strained. I didn’t know what I was even saying. A warning that I was close? A plea to finish me off? But whatever my meaning was, it didn’t matter anymore as Caspian moved his mouth over mine, stimulating my clit with his thumb and hooking his fingers just inside of me at the perfect angle to make me explode.
And explode I did. He had me wound so high and so tight that my vision blurred as the orgasm hit me. And he didn’t stop moving. Caspian had found the perfect buttons to push to make me come for him, and from the look in his eyes, he took deep satisfaction in it. He didn’t let up until the last waves of pulsing muscles and screaming nerves left me a puddle in his arms.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“So, how does one use an Atlantean soaking pond? Do I need a bikini?”
Caspian chuckled, then his eyes turned sharp and hot. “Clothing optional.”
The heat on my neck crept higher, but there was nothing but a smile on my face. “Oh? Is that normal, or is that a house rule?”
“It’s not uncommon here,” he said, shrugging off his shirt, and his scent mixed with the light sandalwood he burned in his house was intoxicating.
When bare-chested Caspian stood in front of me, it was easy to lean down and grab a towel from my bag. “No clothes, then.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“Caspian dragged his tongue over my entrance, playful and exploratory at first but soon he was teasing my clit, and I was already squirming.
“You like that, do you?” he mused.
“My weak spot,” I managed to get out. “Slightly higher, bigger cirCLE—“
Caspian barely needed the directions before he had me completely figured out. My breath quickly turned to needy panting, and at some point my hands moved down to thread my fingers through his lush, dark hair. It was as soft as I’d imagined.
Changing speed and rhythm, he had me at his mercy quickly. When I truly started to squirm for him, he seemed to sense the building climax winding me tight. He introduced a finger just inside my entrance, toying with me as his mouth focused on the bud of nerves that was driving me wild.
“Caspian—“ I barely managed his name in warning when he added a second finger, attacked my clit with new fervor, and unwound me entirely. I screamed, mostly figuring that out because I scared off a bird outside the window and its flapping wings registered in my ears. Caspian didn’t stop until my orgasm had well and truly run out. With hazy vision, I moved my gaze to his.
“Fuck,” I managed, drawing a satisfied sound from deep in his chest.
“That’s the idea, Madeline.” He slid his body up until he hovered over me. His hair was mussed from my fingers running through it and his mouth was wet and swollen from pleasuring me.
My eyes drifted down, where I had a good look of his hard chest through the top of his loose Atlantean shirt. Raising one leg gently, I made sure to brush it softly against the hardness I found in his pants. Good, if he was hard…
“My turn,” I whispered, and his eyes darkened with a heated anticipation.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“I'm not hungry."
"I am." He leaned down and nipped at my bottom lip, pulling a carnal sound from my throat.
"For breakfast?" I breathed.
I could feel the vibration of his laughter through his chest, pressed against mine. "Something like that."
I squealed a laugh as Caspian moved his hands and sank his fingers into my plush thighs, lifting me off the floor as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We didn't go far before he set me down on the cushions in the living area.
"Am I going to finally see that tattoo?" he mused.
I had to swallow another laugh as I undid my shorts, sliding them off and leaving myself in a pair of pink lace panties, with the tattoo on my hip exposed. Caspian's gaze was hot on the apex of my thighs for a long moment before he moved his attention to the blue lines on my skin, rubbing them gently with the pad of his thumb.
"A compass rose," he murmured.
"Yeah, I don't know what you know about American teenagers, but every year I think some percentage of us get cringy wanderlust tattoos, and this one was mine," I said. "There, is your curiosity sated?"
My attention flew back to the tattoo when a pair of hot lips pressed into it. "It's cute," Caspian said. "But I'm not even close to done exploring you.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“When we finally pulled away from each other, her hands moved quickly to catch her towel. But not before a flash of her bare hip peeked out from behind it.
I gave her a mischievous smile. “Is that a tattoo?”
She blushed but threw me a knowing smirk. “Maybe you’ll find out sometime.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“What are you going to do, spank me?" she asked, the instant teasing wiping away the remaining traces of whatever made her shy a moment ago.
I just stared at her, stunned for a moment. Half a heartbeat later, she seemed to realize what she'd said, and her mouth popped open in shock.
Was she into that?”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“Atlantis? Sirens? I don't know if I believe it yet or if I think you're spinning the biggest story I've ever heard, and I'd be a fool to fall for it."
They didn't have anything to add to that, but one more question popped in my head. "Does this come with a tail?"
Nikkos frowned. "Tail?"
"Mermaids?" I asked, a tiny four-year-old of me hopeful.
"No mermaid tails, I'm afraid." Caspian chuckled.
"Rip-off," I muttered. "All the trouble this voice has caused me, and I don't even get a magical tail.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“When the ocean calls to you a little too hard for you to resist, let me be the one to show you the way home.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“See you later, lovely siren.”
My heart went wild, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed that he wasn’t doing what I thought he was about to do. His words caught up with me, and I almost laughed. “‘Siren,’ huh? Do you expect me to lure you into the sea now?”
His eyes crinkled. “Maybe I’m the one luring you to my island, where we, my people, can treat you like a princess.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“Fuck me." I sighed, covering my face with my hands.
Caspian leaned in, his breath tickling my ear as he whispered, "Not on the first date, darling."
I took in a sharp breath, and he chuckled at my reaction.
Fuck.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“If you like spicy food, I recommend the volcano. If not, get the house tacos, they're the best."
Caspian nodded, looking down to me with a small smile. "What will you have, Madeline?"
"Two volcanoes," I said, looking up at the menu. "And a bottle of water, please?"
"You like it spicy?" he mused.
Goose bumps ran down my spine and landed right in the bottom of my stomach. Good god, who did he have to sell his soul to so he could talk like that? I looked away before I could feel my face heat up from his teasing.
"I guess I do," I said, focusing really, really hard on a tree across the street.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“We've lived below the surface for so long, and most of the human world doesn't know about beings of a more magical nature around them.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“Madeline wasn't human.
There were suspicions when I first heard her voice. A voice that could move mountains and shake the seas, if only she knew how to use it properly. Now that I'd had a full-fledged conversation with her, I knew it for sure.
Madeline was a siren.
Fuck, she looked the part too. Every part of her was soft curves; those big doe eyes coupled with her unchecked power had undoubtedly been the downfall of more than a few unwitting partners. The way her lips parted when she was surprised was too enticing, and I had to keep my hands in my pockets so I wouldn't reach out to touch them. What would she look like if I slipped my thumb between those lips?
The image of her sucking on it, looking up at me through those soft, dark lashes was too dangerous to dwell on. A siren will do that to you--- drive you mad with want, and I wasn't going to fall for that.
But I was going to get her back to Atlantis, where she deserved to be worshipped with her sisters.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“But Caspian, he just said he'd heard others like me before, and he even had a name for it. It took me a minute, but I wanted to know more despite the flare of panic over discussing my voice.
"Sway?" I asked.
"We call it magic, but you'd call it a trick of the voice. It elicits strong response from people, doesn't it?"
Silence stretched between us; the space filled with the gentle crashing of waves on the beach. He knew, somehow.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“We live on the water, with the water," he continued. "The island has the most beautiful beaches you've ever seen. Almost everything on the island is built from white stone."
Fair enough. He looked like the island type, standing there barefoot in the sand with his sun-kissed complexion. He paused, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "And the sea, we crave it. We live it, we breathe it. We wouldn't leave it if we didn't have to.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“I left the apartment to clear my head at the place that had drawn me all the way down here to begin with: the beach.
With every step that brought me closer to the sand, my heart lifted. The salt in my lungs, the boats on the horizon as they bobbed in and out of view, and the glistening waves beckoned me. If only I could just sail away from the shore and leave my problems behind.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“Outside my window a pair of seagulls called. Probably looking for food to steal, the little bastards. Their cries made me think of the ocean, and in that split second, I was okay. I took a deep, calming breath. The ocean. It always evened out my mood. My own little magical place filled with peace.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“Caspian was absolutely my type--- dark hair and broad shoulders, a clear olive-toned complexion, and a hint of a toned figure under the shirt that clung to him thanks to the spilled coffee.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“He had a strange accent. It wasn't heavy, but it was definitely there, and I liked it. A bit husky, one of those naturally low, seductive voices that should be illegal to use on poor, unsuspecting girls in need of double-pump vanilla lattes.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens