Sorcerer's Song
        Part of the Ellora's Cavemen Jewels of the Nile, Volume III anthology
Look for Ellora's Cavemen
Jewels of the Nile Volume III,
in September 2008.
Also featuring stories by Jory Strong,
Lacey Thorn, and more!
When Sorcerer Cian hears a siren’s song on a cool Toronto night, he has no idea his life is about to
change forever. Lyra’s life has been a long cycle of loneliness and meaningless encounters with
mortals. One night with Cian turns that life upside down. Can their night of passionate sex turn
into a love that will last forever? Together they work to find a way, challenging even the gods
themselves for their chance.

Excerpt:

Lyra lounged on the rock, her face turned up to the stars as she sang…As one song ended, she began another,
letting all the longing she couldn’t suppress infuse her voice. She rubbed one hand through the slick cleft between
her legs, trying to assuage the pain of emptiness, but her own touch only made it worse. Gods, she hoped that a
lover answered her song and soon. Someone with the skill and patience to make the most of an anonymous
moonlight tryst. If the Fates were kind, he’d also have a really nice, hard cock. Her own pleasure wasn’t required
for the energy absorption magic, but it would be nice to enjoy herself while she was about it.

There was a flash, almost like lightning off to her left and Lyra glanced over her shoulder to see the cause. Her
breath caught in her throat and her voice actually stopped.

She hadn’t heard any footsteps. Where had he come from?

Standing barefoot in the sand was a man. And oh, what a specimen.

His hair was dark and worn in short curls close to his head. Silver moonlight glinted off the sculpted planes of
broad shoulders, muscular chest and rippled abdomen. A narrow line of dark hair bisected the abs and
disappeared into a pair of low slung dark silk lounge pants. Lyra blinked as her eyes continued downward.
Tenting the front of those pants was the most impressive erection she’d seen in decades, if not longer.

“Who are you?” His voice was strong, brusque. He’d succumbed to her call, but this was no meek spineless sailor.
For the first time her song had brought her a man.

She wet her lips and pressed her thighs together to quell the ache which had grown worse at the sight of him. “My
name is Lyra. And yours?”

He stepped closer to the rock, close enough for her to see his eyes. They were bright almost luminous in the
moonlight and they narrowed as he raked his gaze across her. He gave a single, crisp nod. “Siren.”

She bowed her head, wrapped her arms around her knees and let her hair fall forward to curtain her face. “Yes.”
He had to be a magical being himself to know of her existence. Moisture seeped from her core onto the rock as her
need intensified. She’d never had a supernatural lover. Usually her song summoned only the weakest-minded of
humans.

“Why have you called me?”

Unwilling to look up and meet his piercing gaze she merely shrugged. The very fact that he was questioning her
meant that he was not properly enthralled. She had no idea what to do, or how this had come to be.

Cian stared at the siren, trying to ignore the persistent throb of arousal. Even while his gaze took in the
phenomenal body that reclined on a flat boulder and the flowing platinum hair that cascaded down her back, his
magical senses spread out, looking for trouble. He’d made more than a few enemies over the years. This could
easily be some sort of trap.

Nothing.

None of Cian’s senses showed any trace of a third being braving the chilly fall air on the darkened beach. There
was magic aplenty, but it all belonged to either him or the naked temptress. Even now that she’d stopped singing
and lowered her head to her updrawn knees, he could feel the power swirling through and around her. It was
almost as seductive as the sheen of her ivory skin gleaming in the moonlight.

An involuntary step drew him closer to her perch. He knew at once that he’d erred as her musky feminine
fragrance tickled his nostrils and his cock stiffened even further. He’d never encountered a siren before but his
studies had given him a basic understanding of their nature. She was an immortal being who needed sex the same
way humans needed oxygen and vampires needed blood. Or the way sorcerers needed magic.