Page 12 of Halloween With the Siren
Need for Silas.
Need for Bash.
Need for Killian.
A deep ache swells in my core and I bite down to ride it out as Silas moves over me. Bash climbs up next to me and dips down to take my nipple into his mouth as Killian guides Silas’s cock into my soaked pussy.
Silas doesn’t tease me. He knows now isn’t the time for that. He simply pushes forward in one steady thrust, spreading my pussy wider and wider as I take more of his increasing thickness until his hips are flush against mine.
My body trembles, my skin’s hot, and everything feels more sensitive than it has in my life before. But finally,finally, I feel full.
“Breathtaking,” Killian whispers, staring at the place where Silas and I are joined. Meeting my eyes, Killian leans down and brushes his lips against my clit before sucking at Silas’s base. “Now hold on while our panther fucks your tight cunt.”
Silas pulls back slowly and the sensation of his barbs scraping against my slick walls has me crying out, the pleasure more than I expected. Killian holds one of my legs and Bash the other as they murmur words of praise while Silas slides in and out of me, building my climax stroke for stroke.
My mind empties and my entire body exists only for this moment. I bask in the feeling of being the center of their undivided attention, their sole focus, and a tiny part buried deep in my soul yearns for this to never end.
Animalistic moans come from me and Silas grunts with each powerful thrust as he lights my body up. Unintelligible words fall from my lips as my pack worships me with their touches.
Before long, a tidal wave of pleasure crashes through me and I scream as my pussy contracts, pulsing around Silas’s cock as he fucks me through one release and straight into another. Killian strums my clit while Bash pinches and sucks at my nipples. Then, I’m exploding, falling apart with my third climax as Silas groans with his own release, filling me with his warm cum.
My heart races as I look at each of them, everyone silent except for our panting breaths, our chests heaving as we share soft smiles.
“That was incredible,” I rasp, my voice strained after the moans and screams they’ve pulled from me, and this only on the first day of my heat. “Kitty cock is top-notch cock. I concur with Killian.” Damn, postorgasm clarity is great for my vocabulary. If they keep being so generous with my pleasure, I might recite a thesaurus soon.
I never knew a heat could be like this, that I could feel so comfortable, so cared for, that it could be such an enjoyable experience—not only for me, but for them too. Maybe this isn’t the right time to think about this, but perhaps, just maybe, I could have this again. With them.
Silas grins down at me, his reddish-brown hair damp with sweat. “Glad you said that,a chuisle mo chroí, because we’re just getting started.”
“Still got to make a cum dump of you,” Bash says with a wink and my pussy walls contract at the mere thought of his cum mixing with Silas’s and Killian’s inside of me.
“Oh, she likes that,” Silas says, slowly pulling out of me. “Come look at the mess I’ve made of our good girl. But I think she can take more, can’t you, Marisol?”
I nod as my three shifters stare down at the cum dribbling from my pussy, and an intense desire to take them all at once burns within me.
Killian raises his brows and strokes a finger lazily through Silas’s release, pushing some of it back in with a feverish glint in his eyes. “Such a pretty sight to see this tight cunt filled with our panther’s cum,” he hums. “Can’t wait to see mine spilling from her too.”
All rationality seeps from my brain again as I return to my most primal self, a being of pure instincts with only one thing flashing through my mind. “Knot, please.”
Chapter 7
Killian
“You know I’d never deny you,” I say solemnly, knowing in my soul that it’s true.
The relief on Marisol’s face is clear and I make a mental note to never tease her and never make her wait for us. She’s so vulnerable in this state and we promised her she’d be safe with us. I don’t want her to doubt how much we’d do for her.
“Present for me, sweet siren,” I say, holding out my hand to help her into her new position. She quickly maneuvers herself onto her knees in the center of the bed, whimpering as she lowers herself onto her elbows and showing me her slick cunt.
“Fuck, Marisol. You look so good,” Bash says as he gazes adoringly at Marisol spread out in front of me.
I bump him with my shoulder. “You want to save your energy to knot her later, or will you give her something to keep her mouth busy?”
Bash bites his lip and it’s clear he’s desperate for every single moment he can get with Marisol, yet, unsurprisingly, he leaves it up to her. “It’s Marisol’s choice.”
“Mouth. Please. Now,” Marisol says over her shoulder. He jumps into action and positions himself in front of her, bending down to press a quick kiss to her forehead.
“Good girl,” I praise, rubbing a palm over Marisol’s smooth ass as I climb up behind her. “Tell him exactly where you want him.” I gather her long black hair in a thick rope and wrap it around my fist, lifting her head until her back forms a beautiful arch.
