Page 13 of Halloween With the Siren
Bash practically has hearts in his eyes with the way he admires her. It’s the face of someone who isn’t taking a second for granted with Marisol, and neither am I nor Silas. I may not be as open with my emotions, but I know all of us feel it. There’s something special here between the four of us.
But first, our siren needs a knot. My knot.
I meet Silas’s approving green eyes where he’s splayed against the head of the bed, and he gives me an encouraging nod. I nudge my cock against Marisol’s entrance and push forward into her tight heat, her walls pulling me in like she’s just as desperate for me as I am for her. My body quakes as she takes me to the hilt in one smooth thrust, my breaths hard with the effort of restraining myself from coming right this second.
I try to distract myself from the sensations coursing through me, everything converging in my cock, so I send my mind out toward the ocean, imagining ecosystems and the biodiversity one can witness as soon as you submerge yourself beneath the surface. But I’m brought back to the moment by some powerful curse words as Marisol closes her mouth around Bash’s cock and starts to suck, her head bobbing up and down.
The twenty-six-year-old fox isn’t inexperienced by any means but he’s weak for Marisol, his hands flailing like it’s the first time he has someone’s mouth on him, before he finally settles on grabbing onto his own hair as he tries to keep his hips still.
“Look how good you’re making Bash feel, sweet siren,” I say, pitching my voice low in a way I’ve found Marisol really responds to. “See how his eyes are rolling back for you? I’m going to do that to you now. Going to make you feel so good.”
Marisol’s cunt tightens around my cock and goose bumps race across her skin. I pull my hips back slowly, then thrust forward again. She moans around Bash’s length and I give them a moment to adjust before I thrust harder.
Slowly, I build my pace and Bash soon follows my lead, keeping Marisol still between us as we fuck her from both sides. The room fills with the wonderfully lewd sounds of my cock fucking into her wet cunt and her mouth sucking sloppily on Bash’s cock.
It’s not long before Bash warns, “I’m gonna come.”
Marisol’s cheeks hollow as she doubles down and sucks him harder while I try my best to keep a steady rhythm as she finishes him off. I know Bash would be careful with his knot and not let it swell in her mouth, but I can’t help keeping a watchful eye on the two of them.
A carnal groan builds deep in Bash’s chest and his hips stutter, his thrusts becoming shallow as his release barrels through him and down Marisol’s throat. They’re beautiful together.
“That’s my good boy,” Marisol croons as Bash stumbles back with the goofiest smile on his face.
“I think you just sucked my soul out of my body, goddess. It’s yours to keep.” Without waiting for a response, Bash falls to his knees and kisses Marisol. Part of me wants to give them a moment to enjoy this, but I don’t know how long I can keep my knot from inflating.
Luckily Bash isn’t completely oblivious despite his blissful grin, and he falls back on the bed, taking up a position next to Silas.
“You ready for my knot?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Marisol sasses back. If she’s still capable of speech, I’m not doing this right.
I pull out of her and flip her onto her back before throwing her legs over my shoulders and fucking into her hard and fast, my slowly inflating knot teasing her more and more with every thrust. Marisol moans wantonly as she takes my cock like it was made for her, and with each sound she embeds another little piece of herself into my heart.
Her pussy contracts with her climax and I bury myself deep inside of her with my own impending release. My knot swells and I press forward until it locks inside her slick cunt, her walls squeezing me tight with another climax as it rubs against a sensitive spot. Marisol milks me, takes every drop from me as I come, filling her up until there’s a small bulge in her lower stomach.
Banding my arms around Marisol, I collapse backward and drape her across my chest. Her walls flutter weakly around my knot, making sure my balls are completely drained, while my heart tries to find a normal rhythm again.
Silas and Bash cuddle closer to us, both of them gently caressing some part of our siren as we catch our breath.
Marisol blinks down at me with half-lidded eyes, looking wonderfully sated and relaxed. “A girl can get used to this.”
“Would that be such a bad thing?” Silas asks gently, verbalizing a question that may have gone through my head too.
“Depends,” she sighs out, closing her eyes and resting her head on my chest.
Bash sits up, a frown tightening his brow. “On?”
“If we can do it all exactly like this again,” she mumbles drowsily, her words fading into soft breathing as she falls asleep.
The three of us exchange looks, all in equal agreement that we want more of this, more of Marisol, and determination to make it happen settles on us like a blanket of promises.
Chapter 8
Bash
Five days of complete feral fucking pass in a haze of hormones, buckets of cum, and undisputed certainty that we want Marisol to be part of Pack Morgan.
When she’s not riding someone’s cock, or taking two, Marisol is asleep. Rare moments of clarity appear between orgasms where we lavish her with food and soaks in the en suite bath, and try to give her glimpses of who we are beyond our physical bodies.
