Chapter 32 – Irishen
Irishen cradled Wayla in his arms and murmured soft praises. Jarred was panting, but he, too, was stroking Wayla’s arms and legs reassuringly.
“Good mate. You came beautifully,” Irishen whispered against Wayla’s lips before kissing her gently.
“Your Claimed did well too. You chose well.” His eyes met Jarred’s over Wayla’s shoulder and when Jarred smiled, Risha moved his hand to stroke down Jarred’s arm too.
He needed the contact, and Jarred didn’t seem to mind.
“He’ll be a good mate for you, love,” Jarred told Wayla.
“Now, let’s get you two comfortable,” Risha said when Wayla still didn’t move or react. He added a little snap to his voice. “Now, mate.”
Wayla blinked, looking dazed.
Risha couldn’t help it. He needed to kiss her again.
She was pliant when he, with Jarred’s help, maneuvered her so that Jarred could hold her in his lap.
Wayla nuzzled against his neck, lips seeking out the claiming mark on his throat.
Risha grabbed a throw blanket and wrapped it around both of them before rising to his feet.
“I’m going to turn on the shower.”
Wayla muttered something that sounded like assent and sighed deeply.
Irishen didn’t waste time hurrying into his bedroom and to the bathroom.
Thank heavens he had a shower that could fit them all with multiple shower heads.
He might be an ice elemental, but he enjoyed hot showers like any normal being.
Once he was sure there were enough towels, Irishen headed back to the living room. Jarred and Wayla were murmuring softly and trading little kisses. They looked so fucking cute, curled up together like that. He had to stop for a moment and just enjoy the way his mate looked.
“Okay, you two. The shower is ready.” He walked over and lifted Wayla into his arms, blanket and all. “You coming, Jarred?”
The jaguar snorted and almost doubled over in laughter. Wayla giggled until she was gasping for breath.
“What?”
Jarred shook his head, unable to speak. It was Wayla, who, after clearly checking something with Jarred, cleared her throat.
“Last time we showered together, I bound him with water and played with his ass until he begged for mercy.”
All the blood shot directly to Irishen’s dick and he groaned.
“Bad mate.”
“Hmpf. I was being a very good mistress,” Wayla replied primly.
“Yes, you were, love.”
“Fucking ice planes, Wayla. I need to take care of you, not have a mother of all hard-ons, and thinking about you bossing him around is giving me that fucking hard-on.”
“So?” She rolled her eyes. “That sounds like a you problem.”
“Oh, feeling sassy, are we?” Irishen couldn’t help the grin that spread over his face. Before she could reply, Irishen turned around and started walking. “Come, Jarred.”
“Coming, coming.” The male chuckled.
“He does have an amazing-looking cock,” Wayla sighed, looking over his shoulder.
“Can’t argue with you there, mate.”
He took them to the shower and set Wayla down so he could strip. She shrugged the blanket off and Irishen had to take a moment to appreciate the sight. Her hair fell down her back, shining black and blue, and her eyes sparkled.
Her legs were toned and strong and her hips round. He was going to be dreaming about spanking her ass pink. And her breasts were a perfect fit for his hands, rosy nipples begging for his mouth and attention.
She was so fucking sexy, and it still boggled his mind how much power her small frame held.
“Oh, you’re coming too,” Jarred purred when he walked in.
“Don’t test me, Jarred. I’ll be happy to play with your ass too,” Irishen growled softly.
Jarred laughed. “That’s for my mistress only.”
Wayla’s attention immediately focused on Jarred, and she held out her hand. “Come here, pet.” When Jarred moved to them, she cradled his face between her palms. “You okay with this?” she asked, clearly worried.
Jarred nodded.
“I need you to tell me, pet.”
“I’m fine, precious. I don’t mind your mate participating either.
I’m not into males like that, but”—Jarred stopped with a devious smirk for a heartbeat—“I know how feral the idea of him using me to fuck you makes you, love. As long as we are clear that he’s not fucking me and I’m not fucking him, we are good.
” Now his gaze moved to Irishen, who nodded.
“Heard you, loud and clear, jaguar. I can tell you to stick your dick into my mate, but you don’t want me sucking it clean for you afterward.”
The moan that broke free from Wayla made Jarred chuckle and Irishen’s eyes narrow.
“You can play that game with Hellion,” Jarred said and leaned down to kiss Wayla. “Does that ease your mind, Claimed?”
“Yes? No? I don’t fucking know. Just promise to tell me, pet.”
“Apple. I’ll remember.”
“Apple?” Irishen asked.
“My safe word,” Jarred said.
Now Irishen’s attention focused on the male, too. Slowly, he lifted his hand, giving Jarred time to object, but when he didn’t, he cupped the male’s cheek and locked eyes with him.
“Apple,” he repeated back to him.
“Yes,” Jarred said.
“Good.” Irishen let his hand drop. “Now get into the shower, my mate’s pet.”
Irishen made his best effort to pamper Wayla and ignore his aching dick. He washed her hair and back while Jarred washed her legs and pussy. In the bond, Wayla felt like a feather floating in the wind.
Jarred climbed back to his feet and focused on washing Wayla’s front and Irishen couldn’t resist cupping her breast and flicking her nipples. He had meant it when he said that he wasn’t fucking her now, but there were limits to his self-control. Wayla’s perfect breasts were a trigger point for him.
What he didn’t expect was a fist made of water to wrap around his dick and start pumping. Irishen’s groan mixed with Jarred’s moan. Wayla shook herself, like she was waking up, and then she turned in his arms and pressed a finger against his chest.
“Be a good mate and go stand over there,” she said.
A strand of water tugged at him, and Irishen found himself standing next to Jarred.
Little watery ropes were pulling both of them, and while Jarred let her position him easily, Irishen’s temper resisted.
At least until the fist around his dick turned icy.
“Mate,” he barked, but Wayla narrowed her eyes and added a fucking cock ring made of water.
“Be good.” She shushed him. “I want to watch you come.”
“You want to jerk us off at the same time?” Irishen wasn’t sure if he could release the control to her like that, but the look in his mate’s eyes was burning, needy, and aching enough that he wanted to try.
“Yes,” Wayla whispered. “I know how Jarred likes it, but you…” Her eyes locked onto his dick. The water swirled and pulsed around him. A quick glance to the side showed him that Jarred was leaning against the wall, legs spread wide, a collar of water around his neck and a smile playing on his lips.
“Mine,” Wayla snarled.
Irishen’s eyes focused back on his mate, and he gulped. The bond vibrated angrily, and he reached back to her through it.
“Yes. Yours,” he said soothingly, not fighting her ropes anymore. “Both of us are yours, mate.”
“He likes looking, love,” Jarred added softly. “I don’t mind him seeing what you do to me.”
That seemed to calm Wayla, and the bond between them relaxed. She was territorial over Jarred and protective, too. He would have to talk with the male to define clear boundaries because he didn’t want to set Wayla off. Or hurt him. He liked Jarred.
Wayla chose that moment to start playing with his dick, and Irishen’s thoughts scattered.
“Eyes on me, mate,” she demanded, and that order Irishen had no trouble following. “I want you to shout my name when you come.”
“Not a hardship, Wayla.”
“My real name.”
Irishen had been ready to sink into the pleasure she was wringing out of him, but now he forced his focus back on his mate. Real name?
“Mate?”
Wayla moved to stand in front of him and reached up to kiss him. Irishen met her halfway and after biting his lower lip hard, she licked the sting away. Barely a whisper, she spoke. “Wave. I want you to know who your mate is. Who can make you come so hard. Will you do that for me, mate?”
“Always.”
“Good,” Wave purred, then her focus fell to his straining dick. “Then let me have my fun.”