Page 6 of Halloween With the Siren
The fact that none of us says anything about how enticing her scent is right now deserves at least two high-fives when we get home. But based on her reaction to Killian’s voice, I think we can confirm the auralism kink she had ticked in her file.
Wanting to start early with wooing her, I rush to the big basket of folded blankets in the corner. I touch each one, feeling their textures and looking for the softest fabric that Marisol can snuggle with. Unable to say definitively which one’s the best, I pick up the entire basket and bring it over to our table.
Holding it out for Marisol, I babble through my reasoning, “Uhm, I’ve read that you might like nesting, or snuggling before a heat, and during a heat too? I guess that differs from creature to creature. But I thought maybe you’d want something cozy on the couch with you. Or we can sit with you. I’d be more than happy to snuggle with you, Silas and Killian too. But we’d need your consent first before touching.” My eyes widen with every extra word out of my mouth. It’s like once I start talking to her, I can’t stop. I blink hard in an attempt to snap myself out of it. “Oh wow, I’m getting ahead of myself. Sorry. Let’s rewind. Here are blankets. I didn’t know which one you’d like. Please pick one for yourself.”
Marisol rolls her lips together to suppress her smile. “That’s really thoughtful, Bash. Thank you. I’ll take a blanket for now. We can talk about snuggling together later.”
My mouth opens and closes for a couple of seconds as I stand frozen with the large basket in my arms. Marisol bends forward to run her hand across the top blanket, her hair falling softly over her shoulder and skimming along my bare arm. I stay completely still, my whole body tingling at the hint of contact. Marisol glances up at me and my gaze dips to her perfect mouth, her rosy parted lips and shallow breaths puffing between them.
“This one is perfect,” Marisol says a little too loudly as she straightens up with a deep pink in her cheeks and clutches a fluffy blanket to her chest.
Looks like I’m not the only one affected by that almost touch.
I set down the basket next to the table and a sly grin stretches across my face as I nod at her and walk back to our couch. I’ll give her some space for now, but I’m pretty sure it won’t be long until we’re snuggled together with her pussy walls squeezing around my knot.
Silas runs a hand through his reddish-brown hair. “Can I get you a drink? I see they have a good sea salt caramel latte here, or perhaps a glass of water?” He’s trying valiantly to look unaffected but even his voice has taken on a husky quality I’ve only heard him use with Killian.
“If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like a warm cup of spiced tea.”
Silas’s hand stills on the back of his head and one corner of his mouth ticks up. “Such a good girl for telling us exactly what you want.”
Marisol shudders at his praise and her scent blooms again. We had hoped today might go well, but such a strong, visceral response to each of us is unexpected and very, very welcome.
“I’ll get it for you,” Killian offers.
I hold my breath as he walks toward Marisol. Her eyes track him as he rounds the table, and when he stops right next to her, Marisol’s chin tips up and up and up until their eyesmeet. Physically, they’re not touching each other, but the electric current running between them is almost palpable.
Killian’s mouth quirks into a faint smirk. “Have a seat, sweet siren. Get comfortable. I’ll be right back.”
Chest rising and falling rapidly, Marisol lowers herself onto the couch without a hint of resistance. She blinks a couple of times, then looks over at us.
“Is he always so… bossy?” She tries to joke, but her voice is unsteady as she sneaks another peek at Killian walking toward the counter. She’s most definitely checking out his ass. That’s got to count for extra points.
“He can be,” I answer with a knowing smile. “If you want him to.”
Marisol clears her throat and crosses her legs. If her scent is any indication, it’s a fair guess that her pussy is feeling needy. Would it be too much to tell her exactly how much I want to lick every drop from her, right here, right now?
Before I can utter such premature thoughts, Silas asks gently, “This is your first heat at Nesting Grounds, right?”
Marisol arranges the blanket across her lap and glides her hands across the fluffy fabric. “Yeah. My friends encouraged me to sign up. I didn’t even know about the agency until a couple of days ago. I’ve just always handled my heats by myself. How about you guys?”
Leaning forward, Silas waits until Marisol meets his sincere yet determined golden gaze. “If you grant us the privilege to assist you, then it’ll be our first too.”
“Better give me a good reason to choose you then,” Marisol says with a secretive little smirk and the sexiest arched eyebrow I’ve seen in my life.
A tiny whimper escapes me and Silas reaches for the pillow next to him, chucking it at me so I can disguise the effect thatchallenge had on my cock. Marisol tries to smother her laugh behind her hand as Killian arrives with a fuckload of food.
Placing two trays laden with a variety of treats on the table, a rare sheepish expression steals over his face. Resetting to his default grumpy state, Killian folds his arms over his chest and motions with his chin toward the food. “I didn’t know if you were hungry, and I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I just got one of everything they had in the display case.”
Marisol’s eyes soften. “Thank you. That’s really generous.”
Killian’s chest puffs out even further and I swear he’s flexing his biceps. “Well, we want to take care of you. This does not only include sexual stimulation, but food and aftercare and anything you might need when you’re with us.”
Tilting her head to the side and exposing that long beautiful column of skin I can just sink my teeth into—but shouldn’t be thinking about when I’m already hard—Marisol frowns at Killian before directing the question to all three of us. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
“Yes.”
