Page 11 of Halloween With the Siren
My other hand shoots backward and I anchor myself to Killian, arching into his hands as he plays with my breasts, tweaking my nipples while he nips lightly along my shoulders and sucks tiny bruises up my neck.
My moan pitches higher as Bash pushes two fingers into me and quirks them forward while he slurps noisily. My orgasm builds quickly, Killian and Bash so in sync with their teamwork that they have my body vibrating in less than a minute.
Silas’s smile is evident in his voice as he commands, “That’s it, Marisol. Let go. Come for us.”
His words spark something deep within me, and an imaginary wall is torn down. A thrill of ecstasy shoots out from my core and pulses through my veins, bubbling along my skin as my release rolls through me.
When I open my eyes again, my head feels a little clearer and the horrible pain in my stomach is gone.
Silas’s smile is soft as he studies me. “So fucking beautiful.”
“A goddess, for real,” Bash agrees, slowly pulling his fingers from my pussy and licking them clean.
Killian places another kiss on my shoulder then tilts Silas’s face up toward him. “Show her why cat cocks are the best.”
“I plan on it.” A feline grin pulls at Silas’s mouth as he picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist. “I’ll try to go slow,” he says with a slight teasing lilt, his fingers tightening on my ass as he carries me toward the bed.
“Don’t you dare,” I warn.
Chapter 6
Marisol
Silas lowers me onto the soft bed and kicks his pants off. My mouth waters as he stares down at me with unfiltered longing, his eyes roaming hungrily over every inch of my skin. His creamy cable-knit sweater goes next, then he’s thumbing the waistband of his underwear, dragging it off to reveal a magnificent cock that has my pussy weeping for it.
The head is narrow and smooth and the shaft widens gradually toward the base in almost a cone shape. Delicate barbs decorate his length and my inquisitive hands reach out to test them. They’re soft and pliant under my touch but textured enough that I know I’ll feel every single one of them against my smooth walls.
Silas lets out a hiss as I attempt to wrap my hand around his base, the tips of my fingers not quite touching. I move higherup until I find a girth I can grip adequately, then give him an experimental squeeze.
Wrapping his fingers around mine, Silas stills my hand. “That’s enough playing for now, Marisol. What I want from you next is to lie back and open those gorgeous legs for us so we can look at the sweet cunt that’s ours. Can you be a good girl and show us?”
“Yes,” I whisper easily, falling back onto my elbows and stepping my feet apart, putting myself on display for Pack Morgan. Surrendering control and following their instructions is a welcome escape from my self-dependent nature.
Murmurs of appreciation resound around the room, their voices harmonizing in a way that has goose bumps rushing down my limbs and settling in my core. I arch my back and widen my stance, putting myself even more on display, wanting all their attention and praise as I show them my dripping pussy.
“Oh, Marisol. That’s the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. Can’t wait to feel it spread around my knot,” Killian says as he appears on Silas’s right.
On his left, Bash drawls, “She looks just as good as she tastes. I can bury my face in that cunt and die happy.”
My pussy pulses at their praise and my eyes jump between their naked bodies as they stare down at me.
All three of them are astoundingly good-looking in their own distinct ways. I feel like I’ve won some kind of grand prize to be the recipient of their combined attention and my body yearns to prove its worthiness.
Bash’s lean muscles speak of youth and time spent outdoors. A healed scar spanning the width of his torso confirms his love for adventures and proves his resilience. My eyes are drawn to his long, ruddy cock in his hand, wondering if it feels as velvety as it looks.
Killian is broad and seems as if he spends hours in a gym on a daily basis, his body thick and muscles honed to absolute perfection. A smattering of dark chest hair with traces of gray crowns his chest and leads down a happy trail to a thick cock, a bead of precum winking at me, inviting me to take him into my mouth.
Reddish-brown freckles dance along Silas’s shoulders, disappearing under sleeves of ocean-themed tattoos covering his strong arms. His titian beard is longer than Killian’s, a little more unkempt, and a new longing to feel that texture on the inside of my thighs has me salivating.
“They’re pretty, aren’t they?” Silas asks as he places his knees on the bed, his hands encircling my ankles as he widens me up even further. “And you get to have all of us.”
Killian glides a hand up my leg—higher—over my knee—higher—up the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh until he gets to my pussy. I pant, staring directly into his heated brown eyes as he dips two thick fingers inside of me. I thrust my hips into his hand, needing more, but he removes his fingers again. My whine of protest quickly shifts to a moan of desire as he coats Silas’s cock with my slick.
Killian repeats the motion two more times until Silas’s cock is glistening and I’m a panting mess. “You ready for some panther cock, Marisol?”
“Yes.” The word is a single explosion of breath, no eloquent quips to be found. The short-lived clarity I had after my last orgasm is fading fast, quickly being replaced by the haze of my need.
Need for cock.
