Page 9 of Halloween With the Siren
Marisol wraps her long hair around her hand and lifts the thick rope off her delicate neck—a neck that’s just waiting to be decorated with our bite marks. Her sweater rises as she balls her hair behind her head, and that sliver of smooth skinon her stomach has me salivating. On either side of me, the guys struggle to subdue their equally visceral reactions—Killian swallowing down his pleased growl and Bash trapping a whine of longing in his throat.
Closing her eyes for a second, Marisol sinks her teeth into her bottom lip before answering, “I like the idea of being watched, of someone getting off on watching me find pleasure.” Leaning forward, she meets our hungry gazes dead-on as she drawls, “Like, if Silas is fucking me, I like the idea of Killian watching and getting off on it.”
“That would be a vision to behold,” Killian answers, his voice rough with lust.
Quirking my head to the side as my whole body vibrates with the intense craving to consume Marisol, I manage to ask, “What if I were fucking Killian? How would you feel watching that?”
The corners of Marisol’s lips curve up as her eyes sweep over us. “You two are gorgeous together. I can’t wait to watch you.”
Unable to resist, I share a vision I’ve had since the first moment I saw her. “You want to watch me stretch Killian’s ass with my barbed cock while Bash knots you? Or would you want me to fuck Killian while he fucks your tight cunt and Bash takes your ass?”
Her scent deepens further and my cock throbs in time with my heartbeat. “Yes. All of it. All of you,” Marisol utters with a whimper as she doubles over with a grimace of pain etched on her face.
Oh, fuck. Did we just trigger her heat?
Chapter 5
Marisol
Ihunch over my stomach as goose bumps of pain race up my arms and down my spine. The pack of ridiculously hot shifters across from me springs into action, throwing themselves from their seats and racing toward my side of the table. Their hands hover around me, seemingly waiting for my consent or face the wrath of the very protective elf who must’ve been very clear about Nesting Grounds’ rules.
“Touch me,” I manage to push out between clenched teeth, wanting to retreat into a dark corner just as much as I want to impale myself on shifter cock. “Please.”
Killian scoops me into his arms and positions me sideways in his lap as Silas presses against my back, a low purr reverberating from his chest as he places a soothing hand on my stomach. Onthe floor in front of us, Bash kneels, running a comforting hand up and down my legs as the guys exchange some kind of silent communication.
I’ve never been thrust into the center of a shifter sandwich before, and with their hands all over me now, this is certainly something I can get used to. But if one of them doesn’t soon follow through on all the teasing they’ve been doing, then I might as well head home and handle things by myself.
Lauren appears in front of us, concern etched across their brow. “I’m going to be stating the obvious, but for everyone’s sake, I think it’s best to be clear on this before anything progresses beyond this point. Marisol, it looks like you’ve gone into heat earlier than expected. Would you like Pack Morgan to assist you through it?”
“Yes. Please,” I pant through a grimace of pain. I squirm, suddenly feeling hornier and needier than I ever have in my life. My clothes feel itchy and I’m hot. Too hot. I need to get naked and knotted. Stat.
Lauren gives us a solemn nod. “I’ll book you into the Autumn Nest right now and let your emergency contact know. Silas, please make the necessary arrangements for all of Pack Morgan’s leaves of absence.”
A moan slips free at the thought of Silas leaving me and his purr increases in intensity as he weaves our fingers together.
Brushing his lips against the shell of my ear, Silas speaks in a low voice that sends goose bumps skittering across my skin. “I’m just going to make three phone calls, then I’m all yours, Marisol. Let Killian and Bash take care of you,a chuisle mo chroí. I’ll join you soon. I promise.” Silas presses his lips to my temple in a lingering kiss then lifts my hand and drapes it on Killian’s shoulder before he heads off.
Bash is quick to take up Silas’s position behind me, and his hands find their way under the hem of my sweater, gliding softlyup and down my ribs in wordless promises of the pleasure they’ll bring me as soon as we’re alone.
Another cramp radiates through me and I push myself into Killian’s chest. My wolf envelops me in his strong arms as I bury my face in his neck, taking a deep whiff of his enticing scent.
Brushing my hair behind my ear, Killian presses his forehead to mine and rumbles in that deliciously gravelly voice, “Just hold on to me, sweet siren. We’re going to take such good care of you. Can’t wait to hear how beautiful you sing for us when you’re coming on our cocks.”
A thrill shoots down my spine and gathers in my pussy, making me slick and ready for them.
“Please. Please,” I beg pitifully, squinting toward the elevator at the end of the hall, imagining my cozy nest waiting for us upstairs.
Even with the coffee shop’s ambient lighting on such a low setting, everything around me feels too bright, too loud, too everything. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to fight the whine climbing up my throat. But like Bash can sense what’s happening, he grabs a soft blanket and brings it over our heads, shielding us three from anyone outside our little bubble.
Tone serious, Bash whispers, “Kill, we need to move her to the nest. Now.”
I stop listening to them as they murmur something about logistics, my mind conjuring up images of us in all kinds of positions that have me squeezing my legs together before I start dripping slick on the floor. Lauren’s voice comes from somewhere above the blanket, giving a floor number and directions to the nest, then, I’m lifted.
Killian pops his head above the blanket and marches us across Nesting Grounds’ first floor, heading toward the bank of elevators. From the far side of the room, I can hear the warm cadence of Silas’s voice, a sharp note of urgency to his words ashe speaks on the phone. I want to reach out my hand and tell him to come with us, but forming full sentences is too hard.
Inside the elevator, the whirring mechanical hum of the motor buffers our heavy breathing as we go up. I claw blindly at Killian and Bash, shifting my hips, my pussy feeling empty,bereft, of a cock.
“Please,” I whine again, no longer caring how desperate I sound. My self-reliant side is officially on vacation and will only reappear when I’ve been fucked and knotted to oblivion.
