Page 31 of Descent

“Movie night?” Liam asks as he drops down onto the floor in front of me, leaning his back against the couch as he begins scrolling for a movie.

No one agrees, but then again, no one really protests, which seems to be good enough for Liam. Asher hangs back awkwardly, like he’s not sure if he should stay or go. Vincent and Ronan both give him withering looks before Liam glances at me, checking in as I give him a nonchalant shrug.

“Ash, you joining us?” Liam asks.

He pauses, his eyes coming to me and only me. We stare at each other for several seconds, before he wordlessly takes up the recliner on the other side of the room. He kicks the footrest up and settles back into it, before Liam turns on a comedy movie. I’m grateful for it, because I don’t think I could take anything horror or thriller. I think we have enough of that crap going on in real-life, thank you very much.

Chapter Thirteen

Vincent

The movie Liam chose is a fucking stupid one. He’s the only one laughing at the bad timed one liners, and he’s completely oblivious to it. My Siren entertains him occasionally when his eyes find hers to make sure she’s having a good time. She slaps on a quick smile before he turns back to his show, with her fingers in his hair, drawing lazy patterns against him as he sinks further into the couch.

He's easy to fool, but she can’t fool me. The way her teeth are slightly sinking into her lip, her hands twisting together subconsciously, she’s nervous and scared. She’s trying so hard not to let anyone see it, though.

My eyes come to Ronan, who is watching her with a pinched look of concern all his own before he looks to me. She needs a distraction, to not think about all of this for a minute, and it looks like Ronan has the same idea that I do.

I watch as his hand moves from massaging her feet to slowly working up her leg. While he does that, I cup her chin in my hand, forcing her head up to me before pressing my lips to hers. A small, surprised breath leaves her before a soft mewling soundhums in the air. Her tongue tangles with mine and plucks at my self-control like it’s a game.

Gritting my teeth, I do my best to keep it together as I deepen the kiss, gripping her a little harder as my teeth come out to bite her lower lip. I pull back slightly, allowing her lip to come with me before I release it.

Her bright green eyes look up at me in a daze, before another soft gasp escapes her. This time, it’s not because of me. Ronan’s hand has slid under the waistline of her leggings, no doubt rubbing against her clit, before he grips the material and pulls it down to her ankles. She kicks out of it quickly, and he doesn’t waste another second before he’s pulling her panties to the side, burying his face in between her thighs.

“Oh my god,” she moans, capturing the attention of everyone else in the room.

“Oh shit, this is way better than a movie,” Liam says as he excitedly gets to his knees, turning to face us eagerly.

My eyes peer over my Siren’s head, to see Asher watching us with a guarded look from the corner. He hasn’t left yet, but he looks two seconds from bolting. Good, he doesn’t get to see my woman like this. Piece of fucking shit.

Forcing myself to point my attention back where it belongs, my hands come down to cup her breasts as Liam jumps into action, quickly grabbing the bottom of her shirt and pulling it over her head. Her front clasp bra takes only a snap from me before her breasts spill free. My hand cups the right, flicking my thumb against her nipple, as Liam’s mouth dives on the left.

Her back arches against me as I hold her tight, allowing Liam and Ronan the time to properly worship her. I watch as Ronan’s head pops up, and he slaps the side of her thigh.

“Flip over, baby. Ass up.”

Liam pulls away, and I release my hold on her as she does what he says. I move both of my legs onto the couch, quickly grab myrock-hard cock into my hands, running my hand up and down it a few times as she lowers herself onto her hands and knees. Slipping a hand through her silky hair, I grip it tightly before lowering her to me.

“C’mere, Siren. Let me feel that wet little mouth.”

She opens up easily before her soft lips wrap around the head of my cock, slowly lowering herself inch by inch until I’m down her throat. She gags once as she stills, and I can’t help but snap my hips into her. The gagging increases, before a muffled scream comes from her.

Glancing up, I see Ronan has pushed inside her, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, hands grip her bare hips. He pulls back, forcing her off my cock a few inches before thrusting again, almost sending her falling on top of me. After a few more thrusts, the three of us find a steady rhythm as we begin using my Siren. Each moan from her tells me that, little by little, we’re putting a fog over this day, taking away the stress and fear for a bit. And goddamn, it feels fucking good.

I hear the jangling of Liam’s pants before he stands, pierced cock in hand as he begins stroking it. Jesus. How fucking long did that shit take to heal? I’d rather get my cock tattooed than pierced. Not a bad idea, actually. It could say property of Siren down the side. I think she’d like that. It’s not like I could regret it; this is the only fucking mouth I’ll ever need, or desire, for the rest of my life.

From the corner of the room, I hear two feet stomp to the floor. My head lulls back as I push Siren’s head down more on my cock, before I see Asher storm across the room, reaching out for the bottle of scotch before stomping his way to the stairs. Good. Glad he got the hint.

Her head pops up from me, smiling at me with a small trail of spit running down her lip before she looks to Liam, opening hermouth for him. He eagerly closes the distance, slipping his cock into her mouth.

I watch as she takes him so well, her tongue flicking against his piercings as he pulls out before pushing back in. His body shutters, with what looks like pleasure, as she does it again, but I’ve had enough fucking waiting. Winding my hand tighter into her hair, I yank her back to me, pushing my cock back down her throat.

“Hey, you have to share,” Liam pouts, like a goddamn toddler.

I scoff at him, continuing to fuck my Siren’s throat. She pulls away from me, despite my grip on her hair, offering her mouth for Liam again. Irritation flicks inside me, that I have to share her in this moment, but she comes back to me seconds later. I guess I can get over it for now.

She alternates between us evenly. Ronan picks up his pace, fucking her harder and harder until his hand comes to her clit, rubbing against it quickly before she bucks against him. Her mouth is on Liam as it drops open in pleasure, that sweet sound of her orgasm shaking the room as Ronan grunts out his own release.

He stays inside her for several seconds before she pulls away from Liam, blowing out a ragged breath as she takes me again. Liam practically hops over to the other side of the couch, shoving Ronan out of his way and out of my Siren before he’s lining himself up.

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