Page 63 of Siren’s Secret

“Okay, you two. The shower is ready.” He walked over and lifted Wayla into his arms, blanket and all. “You coming, Jarred?”

The jaguar snorted and almost doubled over in laughter. Wayla giggled until she was gasping for breath.

“What?”

Jarred shook his head, unable to speak. It was Wayla, who, after clearly checking something with Jarred, cleared her throat.

“Last time we showered together, I bound him with water and played with his ass until he begged for mercy.”

All the blood shot directly to Irishen’s dick and he groaned.

“Bad mate.”

“Hmpf. I was being a very good mistress,” Wayla replied primly.

“Yes, you were, love.”

“Fucking ice planes, Wayla. I need to take care of you, not have a mother of all hard-ons, and thinking about you bossing him around is giving me that fucking hard-on.”

“So?” She rolled her eyes. “That sounds like a you problem.”

“Oh, feeling sassy, are we?” Irishen couldn’t help the grin that spread over his face. Before she could reply, Irishen turned around and started walking. “Come, Jarred.”

“Coming, coming.” The male chuckled.

“He does have an amazing-looking cock,” Wayla sighed, looking over his shoulder.

“Can’t argue with you there, mate.”

He took them to the shower and set Wayla down so he could strip. She shrugged the blanket off and Irishen had to take a moment to appreciate the sight. Her hair fell down her back, shining black and blue, and her eyes sparkled.

Her legs were toned and strong and her hips round. He was going to be dreaming about spanking her ass pink. And her breasts were a perfect fit for his hands, rosy nipples begging for his mouth and attention.

She was so fucking sexy, and it still boggled his mind how much power her small frame held.

“Oh, you’re coming too,” Jarred purred when he walked in.

“Don’t test me, Jarred. I’ll be happy to play with your ass too,” Irishen growled softly.

Jarred laughed. “That’s for my mistress only.”

Wayla’s attention immediately focused on Jarred, and she held out her hand. “Come here, pet.” When Jarred moved to them, she cradled his face between her palms. “You okay with this?” she asked, clearly worried.

Jarred nodded.

“I need you to tell me, pet.”

“I’m fine, precious. I don’t mind your mate participating either. I’m not into males like that, but”—Jarred stopped with a devious smirk for a heartbeat—“I know how feral the idea of him using me to fuck you makes you, love. As long as we are clear that he’s not fucking me and I’m not fucking him, we are good.” Now his gaze moved to Irishen, who nodded.

“Heard you, loud and clear, jaguar. I can tell you to stick your dick into my mate, but you don’t want me sucking it clean for you afterward.”

The moan that broke free from Wayla made Jarred chuckle and Irishen’s eyes narrow.

“You can play that game with Hellion,” Jarred said and leaned down to kiss Wayla. “Does that ease your mind, Claimed?”

“Yes? No? I don’t fucking know. Just promise to tell me, pet.”

“Apple. I’ll remember.”