Page 127 of Siren’s Secret

“Behave, pet,” Wave purred.

“Come here, mate,” Irishen said.

When Wave walked over, he spun her around so that her back was pressed against his chest and they were facing the mirror. Irishen grabbed the dress and pulled the hem higher and higher until her sheer lace panties came into view.

Marc cursed, and Jarred dropped to his knees.

“You have two minutes to make her come, precious pet,” Irishen said. Instinctively, Wave struggled and then Marc’s hand wrapped around her throat, halting her.

“We don’t want you to muss up that beautiful hairdo, bonded. Be still and take it.” Let us make you feel good, little siren.

Wave moaned and moaned some more when Jarred pulled her panties aside and licked her pussy. How the hell could she go from worried to turned on in seconds? Her pet didn’t waste time. He sucked her clit into his hot mouth and pushed two fingers in.

She wanted to widen her stance, give Jarred more access, but Irishen and Marc stopped her from moving. Jarred kept pumping his fingers into her in a maddeningly slow pace while his tongue danced over her clit. It felt good and illicit and Wave was floating in moments.

Marc kept stroking his thumb over her lace and Risha’s thick cock pressed against her ass. Wave whimpered.

“That’s it, mate. Feel how good your pet is making your needy pussy feel,” Irishen murmured into her ear and nipped the earlobe. Wave whimpered a little bit more and then she felt Marc kissing her neck. Irishen echoed the movement on the other side. Jarred growled and sucked on her clit hard.

“Now. Come for us, bonded,” Marc demanded before biting her.

“Let go,” Irishen said, biting the other side of her neck.

Jarred lashed her clit with his tongue and crooked his fingers inside of her.

Helplessly, Wave screamed through her orgasm and her voice carried a whisp of the siren’s power. She would have panicked, but Marc’s shield around her contained it all.

There now, beautiful bonded. Doesn’t that feel better?

Wave couldn’t form a sentence in her head, let alone speak. She kept gulping in air and panting while Jarred dropped gentle kisses to her pussy.

“Less than two minutes,” Irishen said and Wave could hear his grin. “Your pet did well, mate.”

“Fuck. You.” Wave took a moment to breathe and glared at all three of them. “You planned this.”

Unrepentant, Irishen nodded. “Of course we did, mate. We will always take care of you, whatever you need.”

She wanted to argue that she hadn’t needed her pussy licked, but in all fairness couldn’t when Jarred reverently put her panties back in place and kissed the tops of her thighs. Her mind was quiet, her body relaxed, and her nerves calm.

They would get through this. Together.

Chapter 57 – Wave

Nerves tried to rise again while they waited, but every time her heartbeat sped up, Jarred was there to soothe her. The house was pristine, the wards crackled with power, and mouthwatering smells wafted from the kitchen.

A minute before their guests should arrive, Hellion oozed down the stairs wearing a pair of slacks and a black shirt emblazoned with Hell’s crest. He flicked his eyes at Wave and raised a brow, like he was trying to get a reaction out of her.

Wave scoffed. If the prince wanted to dress like a common server, then he bloody well could. She wouldn’t waste a drop of her precious energy fighting with him. The flash in Irishen’s eyes told her that her mate didn’t necessarily agree, but he stuck silently at her side.

Precisely at six, Wave opened the front door and stepped outside. A second later, power surged and a portal opened in front of the house. Heat rippled out as the Hell’s High Guard stepped through and took position around the portal.

A second portal formed and brought with it a scent of upturned earth and torn roots. More guards, this time wearing the Stormbringer and elemental courts’ crests stepped through. Their front yard was getting full, but Wave noted that none of the guards bore weapons openly.

“They were cleared for five guards each,” Xuan muttered softly behind her.

“What did you expect? Father dearest likes to make a statement,” Hellion replied, not trying to keep his tone discreet in the slightest.

Right then, Esserieh stepped through and five of the Hell’s guard shifted to circle him. Wave would have chuckled, but her throat constricted, too worried about who her grandfather was bringing along to justify the extra guards.