Page 79 of Siren’s Secret

Irishen wheezed when the desperate need slammed into his consciousness. Wave took advantage of that and plunged her tongue into his mouth, kissing him deep, stealing his air.

The bond between them vibrated with her need. Irishen’s power responded, pouring out and making her moan. She softened in his arms and blinked her eyes open.

“Mate.” She sighed softly and cupped his jaw before sealing her lips over his again.

She was reaching for what she wanted and Irishen wanted to give it all to her, but she needed more from him. She needed everything he was, she deserved to feel it all. Irishen wrapped her shining black hair around his fist and yanked her head back.

Wave hissed, Jarred growled, and Irishen purred.

“I’ll give you everything, mate, but you are not running the show this time. This time you will take and take and take until you can’t anymore.”

Jarred’s growl softened to a rumble.

Irishen flicked his eyes up to meet his before returning to meet Wave’s glazed gaze. “Your Claimed will help me to drive you crazy, mate. Any objections?”

Mutely, Wave shook her head, eyes wide, lips parted, and eyes pleading. She needed him to drive her demons away and he would, or die trying.

The bedroom was dark when Irishen carried Wave in. He set her down in the middle of the bed and flicked on the bedside lamp. He wanted to see his mate.

“Jarred, please go to the bathroom and get a few towels,” he told the male, following them in. When he did as asked, Irishen smiled down at Wave. “Now, any last wishes, mate?”

“Make me stop thinking. Make me forget.”

“I promise, mate. By the time I’m through with you, all you’ll do is feel.”

Wave’s eyes slipped closed, and she relaxed on the bed. Irishen moved closer and slowly started to undress her. He took his time pulling down her socks and massaging her toes and pressing his thumbs into her arches. She groaned in response.

Jarred came back but didn’t climb onto the bed. Instead, he took a seat on the chair in the corner.

“Your Claimed is watching,” Irishen purred. He opened her pants and tugged them down, leaving the panties—if the black lace scraps could be called that—still on. He moved to undress the rest of her, admiring her creamy skin, rosy cheeks, and hard nipples.

Everything about Wave was powerful and so fucking sexy. Every curve and dip was made to drive him mad with lust. He wanted to eat her up. Cover every part of her in his scent. Claim her. Make her his.

And she was asking him to do just that. To make her forget. Except it wasn’t just him she needed.

“Jarred, come here,” he said, with some snap in his voice. The jaguar growled but rose and moved to the bed. “Let’s make our girl stop thinking,” he purred. When Jarred nodded with a gleam in his eyes, Irishen grinned and locked eyes with Wave.

“Do your worst,” she whispered.

His mate looked glorious, sweat coating her skin, when she writhed on the bed, gaining toward another orgasm. Jarred had given her one with his mouth. Irishen had given her a second one the same way.

Now he moved his ice-coated finger slowly in tightening circles around his mate’s nipple until it stood erect and she was half gasping and half cursing his name.

“Now, precious pet. Suck that nipple,” Irishen said.

Without hesitation, Jarred leaned over and sucked the nipple into his mouth, biting lightly. Wave screamed and bucked, but Jarred’s hold on her shoulders didn’t slip. In the bond, he sensed her battle between letting go and clinging on.

Smiling, Irishen reached down and flicked her clit with his icy finger.

“Fuck,” Wave screamed. So he did it again. His mate loved the feeling of ice on her skin, no matter how much she protested. The wetness of her pussy gave her away easily.

“What was that, mate?” Irishen circled her clit. “You wanted more?”

“Jarred, baby, make it stop,” she pleaded, refusing to meet Irishen’s gaze.

The male chuckled. “You are loving every second of this, Claimed. I can feel you, remember?”

“Not fair.” She pouted.