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    All sirens are beautiful, by cunning nature, but this one seems tailor made for Crowley's ruin, from the softly sly shape of his mouth, the sturdy breadth of his well-padded shoulders, and the thick fingers gripping Crowley high up on his thigh with a firmness that will only hurt if he tries to wriggle away. The siren's eyes and skin have a faint, pearlescent sheen, and his damp, white-blond curls fairly glow in the sunlight reflected off the water.

    Crowley stares, the heady swoop of laying eyes on someone dead gorgeous at war with the sinking dread of realizing he's looking death in the face.

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    Crowley narrowly escapes his former ship with his life and ends up in the thrall of a passing siren who likes to play with his food. [A Dead Dove: Do Not Eat non-con fic]

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