Page 10 of Halloween With the Siren
“Almost there, goddess,” Bash whispers against my neck, his nose trailing up my throat before he nips lightly at the delicate skin.
Slick pools in my underwear and I fear I might beg them to fuck me right here in the elevator. Dignity be damned. Luckily, a gentle ding marks our arrival and Killian marches us down a quiet corridor.
Has it really only been less than a day since I’ve been shown my nest and met my pack? Is this moving a tad too fast? And since when do I think of them as “my”pack?Maybe now isn’t the time to think logically. Things will look clearer after a couple of orgasms.
The walk to our nest feels long, too long, and I muster every single ounce of patience I have, knowing that once we’re inside, I’ll get what I want—no, what Ineed—and I won’t have to be concerned about anything but fucking for a whole week.
The electronic beep of a key card to a door signals our arrival, and then I’m carried across a threshold, every single thread to reality left outside as the door clicks shut.
Bash removes the blanket from over our heads and my shoulders relax as I look around the Autumn Nest. Layers of soft textured blankets in beige, tan, saffron, and ochre cover the big bed in the center of the room, ready to be dived into and cuddled with. Burnt orange, copper, and olive pillows in avariety of shapes and sizes lay stacked and scattered throughout the nest, and I can already see myself being bent over one, my hips elevated on another.
Above us, the ceiling is draped with a flowy champagne fabric and delicate string lights provide a romantic atmosphere. It’s warm and homey, peaceful and… intimate.
My heart kicks into a higher gear and I meet Bash’s hazel eyes. I’ve never been looked at with such unfiltered hunger and admiration. A wave of butterflies swims through my stomach, then Bash is threading his fingers into my hair and drawing my mouth to his.
Our lips barely have time to brush against each other before our tongues are delving forward. A grunt of satisfaction escapes from the back of Bash’s throat as we devour each other, our tongues exploring, stroking, sucking, licking.
Killian sets me down gently, his large hands engulfing my waist as my fox kisses me worshipfully. My hands run under Bash’s shirt, my fingers traveling over rippling muscles I want to sink my teeth into, and I tug at his clothes, needing him naked and inside me.
Breathing hard, Bash smiles against my mouth. “You’re trouble, aren’t you?”
“Why?” I ask, undoing his belt with impatient fingers.
“Because I fear there’s very little I wouldn’t do for you.” My brain is still trying to process what Bash means as he turns me around to face Killian.
My wolf grins fiendishly down at me before he drags one hand up the center of my torso and rests it at the base of my throat. His dark eyes crinkle approvingly and I sink into him as he claims me with his mouth.
Where Bash’s kiss was playful, almost reverent, Killian’s kiss is dominating, demanding my complete surrender. I go limp between my wolf and my fox as they hold me up and lavishme with attention. Behind me, Bash slips his hands under my sweater and cups my breasts while I press my ass into his hard length.
Slick flows from my pussy, drenching my underwear and running down the inside of my thighs as I get a taste of what’s to come. Hands roam and caress, my body becoming supple under their skillful touches. But I need more.
“What a pretty sight you three are,” Silas purrs, sliding the lock into place with an audible click. I don’t know when he entered, but every fiber in my body screams with relief that our pack is all together now.
Tension thickens as my panther stalks forward and comes to a stop right in front of us. Silas places a knuckle under my chin and turns my face to meet his green gaze. “Everything on the outside is taken care of now. The only thing you have to worry about from this moment on is getting as many orgasms as you need,a chuisle mo chroí.”
My brain blanks and I simply nod, completely spellbound by the intensity in his eyes. Silas cups my face between his palms, concern pulling on his brows. “Tell me, Marisol, have the boys been taking good care of you?”
My eyes flick between his, unsure how to answer. They’ve been good to me, so good, but I still haven’t come yet.
One side of Silas’s mouth curls up as he stares at us with a calculating gaze. “How about the boys give you a quick orgasm to take the edge off? Then I’m going to take my time and fuck you, get that tight pussy ready for a knot. Does that sound agreeable, Marisol?”
I nod again and start pulling at my clothes, needing to make all of that happen right now. Thankfully they sense I’m beyond speech at this point, and Bash sinks to his knees on the cushioned carpet and starts undoing my pants from behind.
Killian looks down at me with barely contained desire that sets my skin on fire, his chest heaving and his hair mussed. “Arms up, sweet siren.”
Obediently, my arms go up and my sweater gets stripped off, tossed somewhere I don’t care to look, my bra following quickly after. My pants and underwear get peeled off and discarded too, then Bash’s hands are stroking reverently upward, from my ankles all the way up the outside of my thighs as Killian’s large hands splay over my breasts.
Unwilling to wait a moment longer, I turn in Killian’s arms and sling a leg over Bash’s shoulder, meeting Silas’s burning gaze as Killian presses against my back.
“Taste her, Bash,” Silas instructs huskily, slipping a hand into his waistband and cupping himself.
The way Bash is looking up at me has something squishy forming in my chest, but now is not the time to assess that.
“Please,” I mouth down at him.
“As you wish.” Bash drags the flat of his tongue along my slit and hums in a deep, growly voice that just makes me wetter. He parts me with his fingers and repeats the move hungrily, licking me from back to front before swirling his tongue around my swollen clit.
“Fuck,” I gasp shakily, weaving my fingers into Bash’s wavy hair, my whole body burning at the delicious sensation.
