Page 122 of Siren’s Secret

“Clear communication. Good,” Irishen said seriously, but there was a twinkle in his white eyes. To Wave, it looked like the sun shining through ice. When none of the three men moved, she shrugged.

“Guess I’ll take care of it myself then.” She lowered her hand and slipped one finger between her pussy lips.

“Mmh,” Marc hummed. “Maybe you should give us a show. Get back on the bed and spread those legs so we can see.”

For a second, she hesitated, then a thrill coursed through her. She climbed back onto her bed and settled against the pillows. Slowly, teasingly, she opened her legs.

“Wider,” Irishen said sharply.

Jarred growled under his breath.

“Now touch that needy pussy, bonded. Show us how you like to play with it,” Marc purred. His eyes were locked onto hers and they didn’t move even when she slipped her finger inside and pumped a little. When her eyes threatened to close, he called, “Eyes on me.”

That tugged a chord deep in her belly and Wave felt herself getting wetter. Her breathing sped up when she circled her clit over and over again. Marc still hadn’t even glanced at her pussy.

“Beautiful,” he murmured when she bit her lower lip.

“Show your bonded how nicely you come, mate,” Irishen said, stepping closer. When her eyes flickered to him, he shook his head sharply. “No. Eyes on him.”

Wave focused back on Marc and noticed his breathing was harsher. When he wet his lip with his tongue, she wanted to feel that against her pussy. She opened her mouth to speak and a spark of ice landed on her clit, making her gasp.

“Focus on what you’re doing, mate.”

“I need more.” She felt needy in a way she couldn’t explain. She could get herself off, certainly. She had done so plenty of times in the past. Right now, though, her own fingers felt woefully inadequate.

“What do you need, bonded?” Marc took a step closer.

“You,” she rasped.

“You have me, bonded,” Marc replied, with a slight smirk. “Be specific.”

“Naked. I need you naked and fucking me so hard that I forget my own name. Both the fake and real one.”

“Mmh,” was all Marc said, but slowly, he began to undress. The jacket was the first to go, then his shoes. He managed to make such a mundane thing as taking off his shoes look sexy.

“Keep those fingers moving, mate,” Irishen said when her pace slackened.

“Yes, listen to your mate, bonded, or I’ll have him spank you.”

“You are threatening her with a good time.” Jarred laughed.

Marc refused to take any more of his clothes off until her fingers were moving again. Inside her pussy, circling her clit, and back into her heat again. She kept her eyes on him as he unbuttoned the shirt and shrugged out of it. A little moan slipped free when he opened his belt and pulled it from the loops.

“You want this, bonded?” Marc arched his brow at her.

“Please.” It was a faint gasp, but they all heard it.

Something in Marc’s eyes blazed, and he kicked his pants off, not caring that they crumpled on the floor. He walked to the bed and surveyed her form from top to bottom. Her dress was hiked up to her waist and her hair must be a mess, but the tenderness in his eyes floored her.

“Lift your head, bonded,” he said, and when she complied, he looped the supple leather belt around her neck. “Will you breathe for me?”

When Wave started to reply, the belt pulled tighter, cutting her air off. Instead of panic, her pussy got wetter and her fingers more frantic. She tried to pull in air, her gaze locked to Marc’s, but couldn’t. Still, the mage kept the belt tight, until she frantically nodded.

“Breathe.” The command sliced from him like a blade and Wave sucked in air. “That’s my good girl,” Marc said and ran a finger down her cheek. “Again.”

The belt tightened and Wave tried to breathe. She really tried, but the fuzziness in her head tried to pull her under, her fingers slowing.

“Breathe.”