Page 62 of Siren’s Secret

“He’s got a very nice dick, mate. Now climb on it.” Risha shot his comment and command easily. “I want you to look at me when you come for him.”

“Come here, precious,” Jarred said and basically lifted Wave into his lap. Her back met his chest and he kissed the claiming mark, making her moan. “Are you going to give him a show? I know you like to show off.”

“He said you have a nice dick,” Wave panted.

“And do you agree, love?”

“Gods, yes,” she moaned when Jarred easily lifted her and lined up. “Perfect,” she added when he pushed her down.

“Good mate,” Risha said, voice rough and eyes alight, locked on where Jarred’s cock filled her pussy. “Now ride him, morsel. Jarred, play with her clit. And I don’t think I need to tell you not to come before she does.”

“Aye, aye, captain.” Despite the bite in his voice, Jarred rubbed Wave’s clit in light circles that drove her wild. She rocked her hips, chasing after his touch, and the whole time she kept looking at Risha, whose gaze flicked between hers and what Jarred was doing to her pussy, like he was making sure he was following orders and pleasing her properly.

“That’s right, mate. We’ll take good care of you.”

“You feel so fucking good, love,” Jarred panted right after.

Wave was riding the high. Her pussy was filled, her clit was so sensitive, and she just couldn’t let go. It wasn’t enough.

“I can’t… I can’t,” she chanted helplessly.

“What do you need, mate?”

Him. She needed him. She needed the reassurance that they would make it through. That her siren heritage wasn’t ruining everything. She needed—

Risha’s lips covered hers and his palm covered her mound, trapping Jarred’s fingers between them. “I’ve got you, mate. I’m right here.” He moved his hand so that his finger was circling her clit with Jarred’s.

Every one of her whimpers and moans got swallowed. Wave hovered on the edge of release, wanting and needing it, but too wound up to let go.

“I can’t,” she whined.

Like they had done so a million times before, both males stroked their bonds at the same time. Jarred pushed over the feeling of how good she felt squeezing his cock and how proud of being her claimed he was. Risha’s bond vibrated with his need for her, how much he wanted to see her come. If only she let go, he would be there to catch her.

“Love, I’ve got you.”

“Come for your Claimed. Come for me, mate.”

The bite of ice on her clit broke Wave free. Jarred’s hand wrapped around her throat, and Risha’s lips sealed over hers, silencing her scream. Jarred followed her over the edge in seconds.

Chapter 32 – Irishen

Irishen cradled Wayla in his arms and murmured soft praises. Jarred was panting, but he, too, was stroking Wayla’s arms and legs reassuringly.

“Good mate. You came beautifully,” Irishen whispered against Wayla’s lips before kissing her gently. “Your Claimed did well too. You chose well.” His eyes met Jarred’s over Wayla’s shoulder and when Jarred smiled, Risha moved his hand to stroke down Jarred’s arm too. He needed the contact, and Jarred didn’t seem to mind.

“He’ll be a good mate for you, love,” Jarred told Wayla.

“Now, let’s get you two comfortable,” Risha said when Wayla still didn’t move or react. He added a little snap to his voice. “Now, mate.”

Wayla blinked, looking dazed.

Risha couldn’t help it. He needed to kiss her again. She was pliant when he, with Jarred’s help, maneuvered her so that Jarred could hold her in his lap. Wayla nuzzled against his neck, lips seeking out the claiming mark on his throat. Risha grabbed a throw blanket and wrapped it around both of them before rising to his feet.

“I’m going to turn on the shower.”

Wayla muttered something that sounded like assent and sighed deeply. Irishen didn’t waste time hurrying into his bedroom and to the bathroom. Thank heavens he had a shower that could fit them all with multiple shower heads. He might be an ice elemental, but he enjoyed hot showers like any normal being.

Once he was sure there were enough towels, Irishen headed back to the living room. Jarred and Wayla were murmuring softly and trading little kisses. They looked so fucking cute, curled up together like that. He had to stop for a moment and just enjoy the way his mate looked.