Page 3 of Shattered Galaxies (Tears of the Siren #6)
Lorcan
The hot water from the shower pushed away the chill that had invaded my bones post-swim. Reasonably I knew I shouldn’t be cold in Bora Bora, but there was a residual heaviness that seemed bent on hanging around.
“I keep losing you, kitten.” Cash’s voice was deep and rough against my ear.
His muscular, tan arms were wrapped around my waist, and because of his large stature, I felt sheltered by him.
It felt like he was creating a bubble that allowed me to just feel.
His lips brushed over his mating mark, sending a wonderful shiver down my heated skin.
“You aren’t losing me,” I promised, turning into his arms and letting my head fall back.
I could feel how our closeness—and our obvious lack of clothes—was affecting him, but Cash wasn’t in a rush.
In fact, he seemed perfectly content just holding me, his forehead dropping to mine.
“I just feel off. I know I need to shake it, though.”
“Hey.” Cash’s hand came up to grasp my chin as I pulled back slightly, watching his slate eyes darken with emotion. “You don’t need to shake shit. You take as long as you need. With everything you’ve been through, no one would blame you for losing your shit.”
My lips pulled into a small smile. “I don’t think that will happen. Then again, I could end up having some rage-filled episode and end up in anger management.”
Cash narrowed his eyes at my teasing comment and pulled me flush against him, sealing our lips together. I let out a moan at the closeness of our bodies, the water falling between us as his cock hardened painfully. My entire body tightened, remembering exactly how good he felt inside of me.
Maker. I was a mess of emotions between the guilt and my desire.
“Careful, kitten,” he warned, his rose scent filling the space like my favorite perfume.
It should have been a feminine scent, but somehow it worked for Cash—maybe because he was the opposite of anything even somewhat feminine.
He was muscular with short auburn hair and cold, hard eyes.
He was the enforcer of Dean’s pride, and he was known to be cruel… to everyone but our family.
I knew him as the shifter who continuously picked me up in my darkest moments.
I knew him as the man I’d loved since I knew what the word meant.
“I don’t like being careful,” I murmured as I wrapped my hand around Cash’s hard, bare length. Desire flooded his expression as his red aura pulsed dangerously around us like fresh blood. I didn’t hesitate, knowing exactly what I wanted from Cash.
I dropped to my knees, looking up at the raw heat mixed with concern in Cash’s eyes as he tried to stop me. “Lorcan, you don’t have?—”
“I want to,” I whispered, running my hand up his abdomen as my other circled his length, my lips brushing over the tip.
His hand gripped my hair as my thighs pressed together, a pulse of need shooting through my center.
As the water ran over us, I began to explore Cash’s length, loving his masculine grunts as I took him deep in my throat.
I was shaking with need as I continued to tease him, waiting until he sounded desperate before trying to take him completely. His hand shot out to brace himself on the wall of the shower, and the growl that broke from his throat was absolutely animalistic.
“That’s right, kitten, touch that pussy—I want you wet before I slam home.” His voice was nearly unrecognizable as my eyes shot up. I hadn’t even realized my hand had strayed down between my thighs, seeking relief.
“You didn’t think I would come in your perfect mouth, did you? I want you to be stuffed full of my cum by the end of this.”
His words set my body on fire, urging me to take him so deep that I gagged.
Almost immediately, Cash had me up and into his arms. I whimpered as he bent me over the shower bench, my hands bracing on the tile.
He pressed his hard length right at my hot center, his hands gripping my hips in a hard, commanding hold.
“Cash, please,” I moaned—nearly begged—as he began to inch in slowly, torturing me.
I gasped as he took mercy on me and slammed home all at once, my cry lost in the sound of the water and the slapping of our skin against one another as he began to take me.
Hard. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head as I tried to widen my legs even further, wanting more of him. Needing more of him.
“Fuck.” Rhett’s voice filled the room, and my eyes shot up to find him standing near the door of the shower, his hand wrapped around his sweatpants-covered cock.
Cash hit home particularly hard as I cried out, nearly losing my grip.
Luckily, Rhett was there, sliding onto the bench so I could brace myself on him.
His lips were hot as he slid them against mine, a whimper leaving me at the way he tugged my hair.
“I can feel her squeezing around me,” Cash groaned. “You fucking love this, don’t you, kitten?”
“Yes,” I admitted, breathless. “I…I need more.”
And more was what they gave me. In a flash of movement, we were out of the shower and I was dropped on the bed with Cash underneath me, his cock sliding home.
I whimpered as Rhett’s hand strung through my hair, my body moving as I started to ride Cash.
His face was filled with desperate, raw need, and Rhett’s voice against my ear made my desire amp up that much more.
“You’re riding him so fucking good, bunny. I want you to put your hands forward so I can play with your perfect ass.”
A delicious shiver went over me as I did exactly that, letting out a gasp as Rhett’s fingers began to circle my ass before he pressed a finger inside.
The pressure of both of them was enough to make me come— hard .
I climaxed around Cash as he let out a groan and continued to punch up into me, my thighs shaking.
“Your ass is so tight,” Rhett growled. “What I wouldn’t give to slide right inside of you?—”
“You can try,” I whispered, Cash’s growl against my skin as he teased one of my breasts, telling me how much he loved that idea.
Rhett let out a pained noise, and I felt him run his fingers around my pussy—right where Cash was pounding into me—and gather my wet heat.
When he pressed his fingers against my ass and pushed three fingers in, I thought I’d gone to heaven.
“I want to so fucking bad,” Rhett growled. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I gasped. “I promise.”
Rhett’s touch was still slow as he moved his fingers away from where he had been teasing and coaxing my ass so that he could take off his jeans. I shivered at the sound of his belt falling to the floor and my body arched back instinctively, wanting to feel his cock pressed against me.
When his cock pressed against my ass, I felt his control begin to shatter, and when the lubricant from my pussy caused his tip to slide in, I froze.
Rhett was large and long, and for a moment I wondered if this had been the right move—until he pushed in completely.
A sting of pain, my eyes watering in a breathless moment, was quickly replaced by pure fucking pleasure.
The pressure of the two of them inside of me together was indescribable.
I moaned, melting between them as Cash held himself deep and Rhett began to move in and out of me, his grunts causing my body to tremble.
I cried out both of their names as they worked out a rhythm and began to move in tandem, pounding into me from both sides.
I felt like I had transcended pleasure, heat overrunning everything else.
I was trapped in a state of euphoria as my climax slammed into me like a wave, pulling a scream from my lips.
Rhett and Cash buried themselves inside of me as their cocks pulsed, releasing into my body.
With a satisfied moan, my arms gave out and my eyes fell shut.
The state of molten pleasure running through me made it feel as if I was floating—literally fucking floating.
I lost track of the minutes, only coming to when I found myself in the shower with the two of them, their hands soothing as they washed my hair and body. Talk about a full circle from where my shower had started . My eyes began to water as I thought about how thankful I was for them.
“I love both of you so much,” I whispered, looking up at Rhett from where I’d been staring at his wave-like starscape tattoo across his chest—one he’d gotten for me.
The lean, muscular man flashed me a devastating smile, his icy eyes heating with so much love it was nearly painful.
I loved his lemon scent and the way his black curly hair dripped with water—there wasn’t a thing I didn’t love about Rhett.
Or Cash. They were the softness and security that I so desperately needed.
“You’re our entire universe, bunny.” Cash’s lips against my shoulder confirmed his statement. Something about the moment had grounded me so much, and I felt far better now about what we had to face.
“I didn’t realize we’d be leaving so soon,” I said, pulling on a sundress. The pale purple linen was cut more loosely than I would normally wear, but our upcoming flight wouldn’t be a short one, and I wanted to be comfortable.
Adriel motioned for me to turn and started braiding my hair, my eyes on Cash and Rhett as they finished getting ready and packed up our stuff.
“Probably because you were distracted,” Adriel murmured. A small smile broke across my face—his broody disposition was back in full force. Most likely because everyone in the villa had had to listen to the three of us have so much fun…
Oops.
“I was.” I sighed happily. “Seriously though, do we even know where to go yet?”
“To an extent,” Zander said from the doorway, his brows pulled together.
He was frustrated, partly because his siren was keyed up after listening to us, but more so because he’d tried to star travel to get eyes on my stalker and had been unable to pinpoint a location.
There was an edge to his posture, and he kept staring out the window as if he would find the answer there.
Zander wasn’t a fan of the unknown, so I knew this puzzle was bothering the fuck out of him.
In fact, I suspected it was going to take up a lot of his mental space.
“We split up the list of the elven places of interest. Dubai is the most central to the others, containing the most magical convergences, so we’ll start there while Cormac and his bonded check stateside,” Desmond explained as he tugged on his suit jacket.
“Dubai.” I tilted my head in thought. “I’ve only been there once, and I barely remember it. At least it will be an interesting trip”
“It’s a long flight,” Dean warned, coming out of the bathroom where he’d been gathering my cosmetics for me. “You’ll need to sleep. A lot.”
So bossy. But I wouldn’t argue with him—not when I could feel his concern.
“Alright.” I nodded. “Let’s hit the road then.”
As the others began to file out, I noticed Draven staring into the distance out on the balcony.
“Hey, you,” I said, having stepped outside to join him. I could feel his pensiveness through our bond.
“You look beautiful,” he said, a slight smile pulling at his lips as he scanned over my outfit.
Oh. My eyes went wide as I flushed, still taken off guard a bit by the intensity of his compliments.
I wrapped my arms around his torso and rested my head against his chest, the smoky and faintly celestial scent that clung to him causing my chest to relax.
The man may have looked like the symbolic devil with his black hair and dark wings, but he was so much more than that.
His lilac eyes and the black glitter that he left whenever he moved his wings were only the surface level of the uniqueness that came with Draven. The man was literally otherworldly.
There was a silent, steady edge to Draven that had made me feel comforted, even when we were in Broken House, and much like Zander, his ability to feel and know my pain made our relationship very intense.
We’d moved a mile a minute, yet somehow our relationship felt perfectly at ease and comfortable, as if I’d known him my entire life.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
“You,” he said, his fingers tracing the feather necklace that was fused to me, his touch heating my skin. “About how well you wear my mark. How much I love to see my claim on you.”
“I love it,” I admitted. “I love every mark that you and the others leave on me.”
And there were many. From Desmond’s black flame that branded me as his on the center of my chest to the magic that both Draven and Adriel had left on my soul—each taking my memories and nightmares, respectively, as their own—to the bite marks that all three Reid brothers had left around my neck. I savored each and every one.
And that wasn’t even including the mark that Zander had left on my very soul, intertwining our essences and marking our veins. There was no denying it—I was absolutely theirs.
“Come on, you two!” Rhett called out. Draven made a sound of frustration at our interruption but otherwise led me to the door.
I was more than ready to leave this place behind—Bora Bora, once a retreat, was now darkened in the shadow of my stalker. We’d come here chasing answers and had found more than we’d bargained for.
But once we left, the real search would begin—the search for the composition that would save the entire universe.