Page 24 of Halloween With the Siren
On the beach stand three creatures. No, animals. My mouth gapes as I squint at the black-and-gray wolf, the orange fox, and the midnight-black panther as they pace up and down the light sand.
The wolf throws his head back and howls, the territorial sound echoing through the quiet night and sending chills down my back and straight to the tips of my tail. I only watch them for long enough to see Silas scoop my clothes up with his sharp teeth, and Bash taking off, carving a path through the trees along the coast.
Diving beneath the water again, I swim around the eastern tip of Starry Hill and head north—home. Whenever I come up for air, I search the shore, finding at least one pair of eyes shining in the dark as my pack keeps track of me.
I take a small detour and stay underwater for longer until I’m sure they can’t find me. Surfacing behind a rock, I scan my small island’s beach, finding none of the pack here.Did I finally lose them?
Fairly sure I’m alone, I cautiously swim closer to shore, straining my ears for any sound.
Besides the gentle lapping of waves, everything is eerily quiet.
Too quiet.
My heart starts thumping anew, my senses strained, and my body now on high alert. With small and controlled movements, I slowly inch closer until my fluke drags against the sand in the shallows.
Bam!A naked body crashes into me and I shriek as he flips me over. Bash straddles my hips and grabs my wrists, pinning them to the soft sand in an unyielding grip. His pupils are blown and his chest is heaving, a smug and purely carnal smirk pulling on his lips.
“Got you,” Bash rumbles and licks up my neck, sucking a mark on the sensitive flesh.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a wolf and a panther padding leisurely across the beach, their hungry gazes trained on me. I start to struggle under Bash, feeling both nervous and more turned on than even during my heat.
Bash gathers my wrists in one hand and reaches down with the other, finding my slit in my tail. He pauses long enough to command, “Say yes.” At my simple nod, a deep growl resonates in his chest and the other two give the same rumbling warning as they join us.
“Yes. Touch me. Fuck me. Claim me,” I pant, on the verge of begging for one of them to do something with all this tension running through my body.
“That’s our good girl.” Bash parts my slit with his fingers and my back bows as I strain for more. He moves lower down my body and an obscene moan is pulled from me as Bash guides his cock into my slick entrance.
Still in his wolf form, Killian clamps his teeth lightly on my shoulder. It’s not meant to hurt, it’s more of an order to stay still and let them enjoy their prize.
Silas meets my eyes as he lowers his large head, opening his mouth and dragging his rough panther tongue across my nipple, before shifting into his human form and soothing the lick with a soft suck.
A riot of emotions and sensations war within me, feeling so loved and cared for while also being thoroughly possessed by them.
Killian also shifts into his human form and licks at his bite as Bash drives his hips forward, his cock hitting all the good spots that have my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Look at this sweet siren surrendering to us,” Killian drawls, pumping his hand slowly up and down his hard cock. “Do you like being our little prey that much?”
“Yes,” I moan, already feeling the beginnings of an orgasm gathering low in my spine.
Silas reaches down to circle my clit while Bash fucks me with long, hard thrusts. “Do you want to be part of our pack? Be our little prey to chase whenever we want?”
“Yes!” I want all of it with all of them.
“Be ours to fuck?” Killian asks.
“Ours to claim?” Silas asks.
“Ours to love?” Bash asks.
“Yes,” I scream as my orgasm crests and rolls through me in a sweeping wave, my heart and my body freely given to them to do whatever they please.
“Shift,” Killian commands, and still languid after my climax, I shift my tail into my human legs.
Bash carries me higher up the beach, placing me on a blanket they must’ve prepared at some point. Lying down on his back, he pulls me against his chest, his cock still hard inside of me.
“More, please,” I ask. “I want all of you.”
Silas strokes my face and finally presses his mouth to mine. “Just hold on to Bash, Marisol. We’ve got you and you’ve got us.”
