Page 7 of Halloween With the Siren
“Obviously.”
Our three voices of agreement wash over each other and Marisol closes her eyes, arching her back as her scent spikes again. Silas, Killian, and I watch each other, the silent question hanging between us. When I realize that it might be the blend of our combined voices that’s causing her reaction, I point to my Adam’s apple first, then to theirs. Silas nods in understanding before indicating that Killian should speak next.
Lowering his voice and letting that gravel quality through again, Killian starts explaining what he bought. “So, if we move in a clockwise direction, you have chewy maple pumpkin cookies, a caramel apple cheesecake bar, a brown butter cinnamon roll, a pumpkin fudge brownie, maple pecan stickybuns, a churro cupcake with cinnamon cream cheese frosting, apple pie, pumpkin pie, pecan pie, and… that’s it.”
Wide steel-gray eyes stare at the cornucopia of seasonal treats. “Wow.”
Shifting on his feet, Killian adds, “But if you don’t like this I can ask them about the savory menu. I should’ve checked. Or what’s your favorite fish? There’s a shop not far from here I can order something from—”
Marisol touches a hand to her chest, her smile big and genuine. “Killian. I’m good. This is an amazing spread. Thank you for spoiling me.”
“You deserve it, Marisol. And more.” Passing her mug of tea to her, Killian holds her eyes as he adds a touch of dominance to his low rumble, “Careful, now. It’s hot.”
Marisol’s smile morphs into a soft expression with parted lips. She gives Killian a small nod before cautiously taking the tea from him. “Thank you.”
The moment their fingers graze around the mug, their gazes lock and everyone freezes. Time itself stops to pay witness to this singular moment. Killian starts pumping out a cloud of pheromones and, as packmates, Silas and I automatically join in. Marisol whimpers and her scent blossoms with a deeper sweetness to it.
The electric buzz of the scent neutralizers kicking into a higher mode pulls me out of the moment. Across the room, I meet Lauren’s watchful eye and I quickly dial back my instincts. I cough into my fist and Silas and Killian finally snap out of it too.
“My apologies,” Killian says. “I did not mean to overwhelm you like that.”
Marisol pulls a pillow onto her lap and props her tea on top. “It’s okay. Can’t say I minded it much. You three have this harmonious blend of voices, and it just does something to…” She trails off as she closes her eyes, making a low humming sound inthe back of her throat that has my cock twitching anew. “Sorry, that’s probably too forward of me to say.”
Silas adjusts his pants to hide the evidence of what that moment did to not only me, but apparently all of us. “Marisol, I think nothing is too forward for this conversation. If things go well, you’ll soon be taking our cocks in your tight little pussy.”
“You think?” Marisol asks breathily. Judging by the heat in her eyes and the flush across her cheeks, dirty talk really does it for her too. This definitely bodes well for us.
My once-minute spark of hope that she’ll choose us is being fanned into a steady but optimistic flame with every second that passes.
Silas pushes the sleeves of his cable-knit sweater up, and Marisol’s eyes home in on his nautical tattoos. Before she can ask him about them, Silas gestures to the spread between us. “On that note, why don’t you have something to eat while I check our files. I’d like to discuss how comfortable you’d feel with taking one cock at a time, or two?”
Looking a little mischievous, Marisol props her elbow on her pillow and directs the full force of her steel-gray eyes on Silas. “Well, there are three of you. Wouldn’t want anyone feeling left out.”
I choke on air and sputter, “All three? At once?” Did Christmas just come early this year? Maybe not Christmas, but if she keeps this up I know for sure who will be coming… in his pants.
Marisol takes a leisurely sip of her tea, then lifts one shoulder in a shrug. “When you’ve got the holes, why not fill them?”
Great. My dick will never be soft again.
I still don’t know how we’re going to convince Marisol to choose us, but one thing I know for sure is that one week with her will never be enough.
Chapter 4
Silas
The enthralling siren across from us has me spun around her little finger. One moment Marisol almost seems shy with color tinging her cheeks, the next she’s sassy and bold with a spark of mischief in her eyes. She’s a puzzle I want to sit with on a rainy day, piecing her together slowly until I have a full picture to fall in love with.
I want to protect Marisol, care for her, tease her, fuck her, sandwich her between my packmates as we take turns drawing screams of ecstasy from her. I want to cuddle her in my lap and braid her hair, massage her shoulders, and cook for her. I want to get to know the soul at her core.
But first, there’s a week of pleasure to focus on. Courting can happen after.
Propping the Nesting Grounds tablet in my lap, I open the shared file showing all of our overlapping interests. “I guess we can confirm you’re okay with double penetration?”
Marisol picks up a brown butter cinnamon roll, pausing with it halfway to her mouth. “Yes.”
“Noted. DVP?” I ask, raising my brows at her while going down the list.
“Good.” Marisol’s voice is clear but her chest heaves up and down, and I note the way she squeezes her legs together under the burnt-orange fabric draped across her lap. That tempting pussy is aching for attention and I’m doing my damndest to stay seated on this side of the table and not bury my cock in her wet heat.
