Page 64 of Siren’s Secret

“Apple?” Irishen asked.

“My safe word,” Jarred said.

Now Irishen’s attention focused on the male, too. Slowly, he lifted his hand, giving Jarred time to object, but when he didn’t, he cupped the male’s cheek and locked eyes with him.

“Apple,” he repeated back to him.

“Yes,” Jarred said.

“Good.” Irishen let his hand drop. “Now get into the shower, my mate’s pet.”

Irishen made his best effort to pamper Wayla and ignore his aching dick. He washed her hair and back while Jarred washed her legs and pussy. In the bond, Wayla felt like a feather floating in the wind.

Jarred climbed back to his feet and focused on washing Wayla’s front and Irishen couldn’t resist cupping her breast and flicking her nipples. He had meant it when he said that he wasn’t fucking her now, but there were limits to his self-control. Wayla’s perfect breasts were a trigger point for him.

What he didn’t expect was a fist made of water to wrap around his dick and start pumping. Irishen’s groan mixed with Jarred’s moan. Wayla shook herself, like she was waking up, and then she turned in his arms and pressed a finger against his chest.

“Be a good mate and go stand over there,” she said. A strand of water tugged at him, and Irishen found himself standing next to Jarred. Little watery ropes were pulling both of them, and while Jarred let her position him easily, Irishen’s temper resisted. At least until the fist around his dick turned icy.

“Mate,” he barked, but Wayla narrowed her eyes and added a fucking cock ring made of water.

“Be good.” She shushed him. “I want to watch you come.”

“You want to jerk us off at the same time?” Irishen wasn’t sure if he could release the control to her like that, but the look in his mate’s eyes was burning, needy, and aching enough that he wanted to try.

“Yes,” Wayla whispered. “I know how Jarred likes it, but you…” Her eyes locked onto his dick. The water swirled and pulsed around him. A quick glance to the side showed him that Jarred was leaning against the wall, legs spread wide, a collar of water around his neck and a smile playing on his lips.

“Mine,” Wayla snarled.

Irishen’s eyes focused back on his mate, and he gulped. The bond vibrated angrily, and he reached back to her through it.

“Yes. Yours,” he said soothingly, not fighting her ropes anymore. “Both of us are yours, mate.”

“He likes looking, love,” Jarred added softly. “I don’t mind him seeing what you do to me.”

That seemed to calm Wayla, and the bond between them relaxed. She was territorial over Jarred and protective, too. He would have to talk with the male to define clear boundaries because he didn’t want to set Wayla off. Or hurt him. He liked Jarred.

Wayla chose that moment to start playing with his dick, and Irishen’s thoughts scattered.

“Eyes on me, mate,” she demanded, and that order Irishen had no trouble following. “I want you to shout my name when you come.”

“Not a hardship, Wayla.”

“My real name.”

Irishen had been ready to sink into the pleasure she was wringing out of him, but now he forced his focus back on his mate. Real name?

“Mate?”

Wayla moved to stand in front of him and reached up to kiss him. Irishen met her halfway and after biting his lower lip hard, she licked the sting away. Barely a whisper, she spoke. “Wave. I want you to know who your mate is. Who can make you come so hard. Will you do that for me, mate?”

“Always.”

“Good,” Wave purred, then her focus fell to his straining dick. “Then let me have my fun.”

Chapter 33 – Jarred

Jarred stumbled out of the shower with weak knees. Showers with Wave were dangerous, as Irishen had just learned. She had kept playing with them until Irishen had broken down to threats of spanking and orgasm denial if she didn’t let them come.