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The demand to come, to surrender, to trust that he would catch her reverberated in the bond. It was so much clearer now, stronger.

Wave wanted to. She wanted to so badly, but she was lost in the haze he had created of her, for her. Desperately, she searched his gaze. Pleaded for help.

“Always, mate,” Irishen wowed. Then his palm crashed over her pussy, and Wave flew into oblivion.

Chapter 43 – Jarred

Jarred had never considered himself to be a cuddler, but he had no complaints when Irishen pressed Wave between them and clasped Jarred’s shoulder, tying them together. They were all sticky as hell, especially his Claimed, and somehow that fed the possessive beast inside of him.

“Ours,” Irishen said, echoing his thoughts.

“Ours,” Jarred agreed.

Wave twitched, aftershocks still running through her. Jarred felt the echoes in the bond, alongside the blissful relaxation that coursed through her veins. Irishen dropped small kisses over her hair and murmured soft praises.

He had needed this as much as his Claimed had. The way Irishen took control from Wave allowed her to relax, and that, in turn, allowed Jarred to relax. It was surprising how well Irishen toed the line. He never called him his pet; it was always his mate’s pet, or precious pet. He didn’t push, but he didn’t really need to when his orders were clearly made to please Wave.

“We need to get into the shower before you fall asleep, sweetheart,” Irishen murmured.

“Not moving,” Wave slurred.

“That’s all right, love. We’ve got you.”

Memories of Marc and Hellion fussing over her after the power buildup flashed in his mind. Hellion had been so worried about pushing Wave then and he never had after, but Irishen… the male seemed to be at ease with the way he had pushed his mate.

“Right, I’ll carry you. Just hang on, sweetheart. Jarred, can you get the water running?”

“Sure.” Reluctantly, he pulled back and rolled out of the bed.

“Hey, Jarred.” Irishen’s voice stopped him. When he turned back to look at him, the male smiled softly. “She’s too out of it to say it, so I will. Good pet. You are an amazing Claimed for my mate, okay? I’m so proud to share her with you.”

Well… fuck? What was he supposed to say to that, when his jaguar was preening and his heart gave a little squeeze?

“Best pet.” Wave sighed, between huge yawns. “Mine.”

That brought a smile back to his face. Yeah, hers.

“Get moving, you two,” he mock huffed and then headed to turn on the water.

Irishen carried Wave in a moment later and together they washed off. No one had any energy left to fool around, so it didn’t take long before they ended up back in bed. Wave fell asleep as soon as Irishen pulled the blanket over her. She was exhausted, more so mentally.

Jarred thought Irishen was sleeping too, but after a long silence, the male spoke quietly, careful not to disturb Wave.

“She’s been suppressing her power for so long… What the fuck will it look like when she lets it loose? I still can’t figure out how she’s functioning like that. Containing it at all times.”

Hesitantly, Jarred replied, “Her siren… she’s never let it out. I… we… When she told me, it was the first time she let the siren surface during an orgasm. The control to hold back. She didn’t slip even when we burned through her power buildup.”

“Power buildup?”

“When Elena attacked her at the Winnies’ party,” Jarred explained, then inhaled. “Her shielding is focused on containing everything in. That’s why she sucks at blocking attacks with anything but external shields.”

“You lost me, jaguar.”

“Marc—”

“Yeah, his shielding is next level. No use explaining it to me.” Irishen chuckled.

“But if she could build shields like that… Fuck, she’s maintaining hers by pure power and conditioning, from what I gather. Marc’s don’t require much from him once he has them up. If she could…” Jarred was lost in thought.