Page 21 of Halloween With the Siren
My eyes start to mist and I inhale shakily, my knees feeling weak when I hear my friend list everything like that. Starry Hill means so much to me, and the fact that the guys embraced the entire community, just slotted in seamlessly… It makes my heart so full, so cared for, so… loved? Surely not. Not yet, anyway.
Maisie leads me over to a hay bale and sits down next to me. “I’m so thrilled for you,” she says, her smile getting wobbly. “It’s been a pleasure to get to know Pack Morgan and to see you get treated the way you deserve.” Her nose wrinkles as she takes a deep breath before continuing, “I just… I mean… I want you to be so happy that it’s almost sickening. And if that means you move away from Starry Hill to have your happily ever after in the city, then I support your decision. I’ll miss you so much, all of us will, but I’d totally go visit you there as often as I can. As long as you’re happy. That’s the most important thing, and—”
“Maisie,” I cut her off, cupping her shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere. This is my home. If things keep progressing with the pack then they can always move in with me.”
Maisie’s brow scrunches adorably. “In your tiny cottage? Those three big guys?”
I raise a single brow. “We also happen to know an orc who’s really good with buildings. I’m sure we could convince Bodin to help us with an extension to the cottage if it came down to it.”
Maisie presses the back of her hand to her forehead and closes her eyes as she pretends to faint. “Swoon,” she squeals. “This is like an indirect proposal to remain friends forever. I’m so fucking delighted thatI’llget to keep you andthey’llget to keep you too. We’re all going to grow old together. How exciting is that?!”
“Shhh,” I say around a fit of giggles, pressing a finger to her lips just as my guys make their way up the hill. “Don’t say anything yet.”
Maisie mimes zipping her mouth closed, locking it, and throwing away the key while Bash, Killian, and Silas stalk forward, looking absolutely delectable. My entire body buzzes with awareness and my gaze flicks up and down, taking them in as they approach.
Like they possess the strings controlling my body, I rise to meet them and they take turns pressing kisses to my cheeks, temples, and forehead while I try not to dissolve into a puddle of slick.
“Hi, beautiful,” Killian drawls in that deep velvety voice that sends shivers down my spine and collects in my clit.
Strong arms wrap around me from behind and I sink into Silas’s embrace as Bash laces his fingers with mine. Silas grazes his beard up the side of my neck and I tilt my head to give him more access, subtly pushing my ass against him.
I’m so horny I think I might just unzip Silas’s pants behind my back and bend over to impale myself on his cock. Or maybe I can push Bash down and straddle him right here on a hay bale before everyone arrives.
Clearing her throat, Maisie smirks devilishly while fanning herself. “Uhm, that’s my cue to go. Need to go see Ren. Maybe his incubus powers are rubbing off on me because the sexual energy between you guys is so strong I almost feel like I’m intruding. Wait, no. I’m definitely intruding.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, holding out my other hand for Killian and pulling him into our little huddle.
Maisie nearly cackles. “No, you’re not. And don’t feel bad about it, because I don’t. I’ll be back with the cakes after three to five orgasms. Wait until you see what Ren and I are dressing as.”
As Maisie skips away to get her orgasms and cakes, I turn around in Silas’s arms, my eyes wide as I realize I forgot about my own costume. “Oh, fuck. I don’t have anything to wear tonight. It totally slipped my mind,” I say, looking between the three of them.
Killian grasps my chin lightly and tilts my face up toward him. “Don’t worry about it. We’ve got something for you.”
“You do?” I ask breathlessly, all my attention focused on his full lips. If I push onto my toes, I might just be able to reach that inviting mouth.
“Of course,” Killian rumbles, his grin playful and full of promises that have me close to panting.
On the verge of asking if that “something” is his cock, my gaze jumps between all three of them. “Are you guys trying to kill me? I can’t be the only one who’s this horny, right?” It almost feels like a flashback to my heat, but this time I can’t blame my pesky hormones.
Bash gives me those big puppy dog eyes that make my stomach all swoopy. “You’re definitely not alone, goddess. We’re desperate for you.” To emphasize his point, Bash brings my hand to his pants where I can feel his very hard cock. “But we have plans for you. After the party.”
Feeling a little vindicated to know I’m not the only one who’s a bit high-strung at the moment, I squeeze my palm around his thick cock. “Plans? Tell me more.”
“We have a proposition for you,” Silas says, his voice holding a challenge but I can detect a trace of wariness too.
I let go of Bash’s cock and fold my arms over my chest. “Yeah? I’m listening.”
Silas’s whole face softens, his voice becoming tender as he asks me, “How do you feel about singing for Starry Hill tonight?”
I frown, but I don’t dismiss the notion completely. “I don’t know about that. I’ve never sung for them. You know siren voices are designed to enthrall, and I’d hate to do that without someone’s express consent.” I adore singing, so much. I’ve always made music for the town, but I’ve never felt confident enough to sing for them.
Bash asks just as gently, “But… isn’t it about yourintentionto enthrall? That’s what we’ve come to understand.”
“It is,” I say hesitantly, my mind starting to race with ideas as I consider their suggestion. “But I’ve never wanted to risk it.”
“What if your community wants you to risk it?” Killian asks, placing my hand on his firm chest. Maybe with the pack’s support, and if they were monitoring the crowd for any side effects, then it might be safe to try singing.
“Do you think they really do?” I ask, needing their honesty just as much as their support.
