Page 123 of Siren’s Secret

Tears trickled down from her eyes as air filtered back into her lungs.

“Keep those fingers moving, mate,” Irishen reminded her.

“Bu—”

The belt cut her protest off. Wave forced her focus on her fingers.

“Come, bonded. Come and scream for me,” Marc growled. The belt around her neck disappeared and his lips crushed against hers. “I need you always to remember how to breathe.”

The orgasm that slammed into her made Wave want to scream until she was out of air, but she kept gulping in air between every gasp. He needed her to keep breathing, so she would. The world became lighter and her focus slipped, only to crystallize when Marc slid inside of her.

Instead of the hard pounding she had expected, he pushed in agonizingly slowly. They breathed in deep together and then he pulled out equally slowly. Wave’s whole world narrowed into the slow push and pull that kept her breathing slow and deep.

Marc nuzzled the side of her throat before kissing the mark softly. You are mine, bonded. Mine to take care of. Mine to please.

“Please,” she rasped, and he smiled against her skin.

Ready to come again?

She was, wasn’t she? Yes? No? She didn’t fucking know! The slow drag of Marc’s dick inside of her was driving her crazy. The pleasure built so slowly, that she didn’t realize how deep in she was before she was already drowning.

Letting go of everything, Wave floated.

“That’s my beautiful bonded,” Marc murmured as he tipped her over the edge.

Wave didn’t scream when the orgasm broke her apart. She breathed out her claim. “Mine.”

“That was fucking hot, love,” Jarred said when she eventually surfaced, safely tucked into Marc’s arms.

“I approve, mate,” Irishen added and leaned over to kiss her lips softly. Ice trickled over her body in tiny rivulets.

“That was just for us, bonded,” Marc rumbled under her. “Now, we’re all going to fuck you together. Hard.”

“Yes, please,” Wave murmured, still too relaxed to even open her eyes, but she did spread her legs. “Just get me out of this dress first. Chrissy is going to kill me if we tear it.”

It was too early to wake up, but Wave was hot. She was sleeping practically on top of Marc, while Jarred pressed against her side. Irishen was on her other side, but he only held her hand, so the cool trickle that she got from the contact was nowhere enough to keep her comfortable. And she needed to pee.

Groaning, Wave climbed over Jarred and dashed into the bathroom. Then she dragged her tired body into the shower. Might as well get that out of the way. At least she didn’t need to wash her hair, since Irishen had taken care of that last night. Her skin was still tingling and her pussy felt a bit sore. Well used. Cherished. And now she was smiling like a loon.

“Good morning, mate,” Irishen said as he stepped into the shower with her. “Let me wash your back.”

“No shower sex,” Jarred grumbled as he ambled in and started to brush his teeth. Then Marc stumbled in, looked at all of them, and groaned.

“I need to fucking pee. Close your eyes and maybe plug her ears.”

Wave burst into giggles when Irishen pushed fingers into her ears and kissed her neck. Obediently, she closed her eyes and leaned on her mate. It shouldn’t be endearing, but it was.

Fuck, she was such a goner for all of them.

When Irishen removed his fingers, she heard Marc and Jarred bicker about the counter space.

“Get a towel ready,” Irishen called out and shut the water.

“Come here, Claimed,” Jarred purred and enveloped her in a large, fluffy towel.

They were stumbling toward the bed for a few more hours of sleep when Wave’s phone rang. Who the hell was calling this early? She had to rummage through her bag until she caught the phone and pulled it out.

She looked at the screen, and all the blood drained from her face. With a shaking hand, she thumbed the screen and answered.