Chapter 54 – Wave
Wave didn’t know how long she had been asleep by the time Marc gently shook her awake. First thing she knew was that she felt safe and well rested.
“We have landed, baby,” he said and Wave yawned. Slowly, she woke more and looked around. She was once again in Sinister’s bedroom. This was starting to become a habit. Marc chuckled. “You bonded with Jarred on the plane?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you almost crash it that time, too?”
Mutely, she shook her head.
“Good. Wouldn’t want to be a repeat performance.”
“Males.” She sighed but couldn’t help the smile spreading over her face. “Hello, bonded,” she purred and watched in fascination how Marc’s eyes flared, cheeks flushed, and his cock sprang to life.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I should have woken you when we were still in the air.”
Wave giggled. She felt floaty and happy.
“We need to get off, baby. Can you stop drooling after my cock for a second?” When Wave lifted her brow, he groaned. “Bad choice of words.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll keep it in my pants,” she snarked, pointedly fluffing her dress.
“I’m going to get Irishen to spank you,” Marc muttered.
“Ooh, the threats.”
“Behave, bonded. Be good and I’ll eat you out until you black out,” Marc growled.
Wave immediately hopped up, slipped on her heels, and saluted Marc. “Sir, yes, sir.”
“Brat,” he said affectionately. “Now come here so I can carry you to the car.”
Wave started to object but thought better of it. If Marc carried her, she could focus on kissing whatever part of him she could reach. She skipped around the bed and jumped at him, trusting that he would catch her.
Of course he did.
Wave wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck, nuzzling his throat and inhaling the smell of his skin. Marc grasped her ass with both hands and hoisted her a bit higher. Like the first time he carried her around the campus.
Wave didn’t pay attention to anything else while they made their way out of the plane and over to the car. Her entire focus was on the mark on Marc’s neck. It was deep blue, almost black, like her hair, and looked like a geometrical lace. She kept tracing it over and over with her fingertips.
“Yours looks like waves made out of spider silk,” Marc murmured. “It’s beautiful.”
For a split second, Wave stiffened, then a smile spread over her lips. She pressed her cheek over the mark.
My name is Wave.
Huh? Marc didn’t sound very eloquent and Wave gave a small laugh while he maneuvered them into the car while still keeping her in his lap. Once they were settled, she leaned in again.
Wave. My real name is Wave Stormwell.
“Really?” Marc asked, pulling her back a bit, and his eyes focused on the mark on her neck. A smug smile appeared on his face when he looked at her. “Guess I’m smarter than I thought,” he said.
“What?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.” He leaned in and kissed the lace. Your mate and Claimed know?
Of course, Wave huffed.
About you being a siren?
Half-siren. Yes. Sinister too.
Marc jerked back with a scowl.
“Don’t even think about it,” she hissed and smacked his shoulder. Immediately, her hand went numb, but it didn’t hurt.
“I altered the shield after the first time you hurt yourself,” Marc said, clearing her confusion.
“You what? Why?”
“I didn’t want you to hurt yourself,” he replied, looking mutinous. “And now you are my bonded, so can’t say I regret the decision. About Sinister—”
“No. Nope! Never. He’s like a very overprotective big brother. He figured it out during the—”
Marc sealed his lips over hers and kissed her breath away. Then he moved over to her neck and drove her to distraction with his nips and licks. The word that kept echoing in their connection was mine.
“Yes,” Wave moaned. “Yours.”
“My beautiful bonded.”
He kept her occupied until they reached the Powerhouse. Wave hadn’t even thought about who was driving, but Zahir gave them a small salute when he opened the door.
Wave looked over at him, worried. “Did you eat?” she asked while climbing out of the car.
“That’s the first thing you have to say?” Marc asked while climbing out after her.
“Well, Sinister said—”
“Yes, I did,” Zahir hurried to assure her, looking a bit sheepish. “Thanks for the snack,” he added quietly.
“Anytime,” Wave replied and glanced over her shoulder with a mischievous smirk. “In fact, if you stay in, I think you’ll get stuffed soon. I think I’m owed some bonded orgasms.”
“Oh, baby, I’ll make sure you are satisfied.”
Zahir cleared his throat and Wave looked up, already smiling, when Jarred walked out the door.
“Are you coming in or—” His speech faltered when he took in Marc and the way he hovered over her.
There was a light shimmering shield covering every inch of her, had been from the moment she woke up.
Maybe while she slept, too. Wave smiled wider.
She just couldn’t help it. “Irishen!” Jarred bellowed.
Marc stepped closer and started herding her inside. Wave allowed it to happen while she waited for her mate to appear next to her Claimed. He did by the time they were at the bottom of the stairs. Irishen took one look at Wave and gave the fakest groan.
“Not the mage. Is he even house trained?” Then his eyes narrowed on Wave. She felt their bond caress her once and then he glared at Marc. “Why is she feeling so needy? Can’t you take care of your bonded properly?”
“That’s my cue.” Zahir chuckled and slipped past them into the house.
The shimmering shield around Wave evaporated, only to be replaced by a thick dome that encompassed all of them.
“Let’s take this indoors,” Jarred murmured. “I’m sure Marc had a good reason to leave Wave wanting.”
“She needed the rest,” Marc growled. “And I sure as fuck wasn’t going to take her in the back seat of a car for the first time.”
Jarred lifted a brow at Wave and she shrugged, unbothered. “I got a little emotional and almost crashed the plane. Afterward, I fell asleep.”
“Well, at least you look well-rested,” Irishen muttered, still side-eyeing Marc. “I still don’t like—”
“Then I guess you can stay and watch to make sure I do a proper job of it,” Marc huffed back. With one sentence, he managed to turn Wave on enough that she moaned softly.
“Get a room,” Sinister hollered somewhere from the house.
“That’s the plan,” Jarred shouted back, while moving to the stairs. All three males were so close that she only needed to breathe in a bit deeper and she would bump into one of them.
“Tell Zahir to feast,” Wave called when they were almost up. Laughter followed from downstairs. Jarred led them into her room and closed the door behind them.
“Do you need anything, Claimed? Food? Water?”
Wave was ready to say no, but her stomach chose that moment to growl. “A snack would be nice.”
Jarred was out the door in a second and back almost as quickly with a massive sandwich and several bottles of water. “You’re going to need it,” he said with a grin.
Wave sat on the bed and attacked her food, while her men stared at each other. It would be more entertaining if they were all naked, but something told her she wouldn’t have to wait too long for that to happen.
“So,” Jarred broke the standoff. “How did the… telling go?”
Again, the shield from outside snapped into place, and Marc glared. “You need to be careful about that.”
Irishen snorted. “You are telling us.”
“How did it go?” Jarred repeated, while giving Wave a questioning glance.
“Fine,” she mumbled, mouth full of food.
“What do you mean?” Marc asked.
Jarred looked morose and shrugged. “When she told me, I flinched. Hard.”
Marc’s eyes rounded, but before he could say anything, Irishen spoke.
“I shielded against her. She almost tore the mate bond to shreds while I tried to get my head straight.”
Marc gave them a disbelieving stare before turning to Wave. “Really?”
She nodded and took another bite of her sandwich.
“I shielded her,” Marc said quietly.
Now it was Irishen’s and Jarred’s turn to look at Wave. She nodded again.
“Hard dome, as soon as I said the words.” She polished the rest of her food and drank half of the water in anticipation. When her mate and Claimed still kept staring at her, she gave them all a soft smile. “Safe. I felt safe.”
“So, you slept,” Jarred murmured.
“You have to be kidding me,” Marc growled. “You shielded against her? And you flinched away?”
“Marc,” Wave tried to say, but he shook his head sharply.
“No, baby. That’s not okay.” He was clearly furious on her behalf.
“Trust us, we know,” Irishen replied, still looking remorseful.
Wave decided that she’d had enough of this conversation. She got off the bed and kicked off her heels and tugged down her panties. That got everyone’s attention, but Marc was still glowering. Wave glared right back, pulled up the hem of her dress, and pointed.
“Mouth. Pussy. Now.”
That was enough to break the tension, and Irishen chuckled.
“Did you get another toy to play with, mate?”
“No,” Wave said, smiling. “He’s plenty dominant. He’s just not into pain.”
Marc cleared his throat. “I don’t mind seeing her ass turning red, but I’d rather hold her down and eat her out afterward.”
“Clear communication. Good,” Irishen said seriously, but there was a twinkle in his white eyes. To Wave, it looked like the sun shining through ice. When none of the three men moved, she shrugged.
“Guess I’ll take care of it myself then.” She lowered her hand and slipped one finger between her pussy lips.
“Mmh,” Marc hummed. “Maybe you should give us a show. Get back on the bed and spread those legs so we can see.”
For a second, she hesitated, then a thrill coursed through her. She climbed back onto her bed and settled against the pillows. Slowly, teasingly, she opened her legs.
“Wider,” Irishen said sharply.
Jarred growled under his breath.
“Now touch that needy pussy, bonded. Show us how you like to play with it,” Marc purred. His eyes were locked onto hers and they didn’t move even when she slipped her finger inside and pumped a little. When her eyes threatened to close, he called, “Eyes on me.”