Chapter 56 – Wave
Deep breaths, Wave, deep breaths.
She stared at herself in the mirror and didn’t really recognize the creature looking back. She looked like her mother. A lot. Her hair was in a high bun and Chrissy had spent a lot of time braiding thin silvery ribbons into it.
The same silver that echoed through her knee-length dress. At first glance, the dress looked gray, but when she moved and light caught the folds, it shimmered. Totally suitable for an informal dinner party.
What Wave wanted was her pair of sneakers and jeans, but she knew better than to argue with Chrissy over clothes by now. Besides, this was just a different kind of armor. Her usual attire screamed teenage rebellion, and this one whispered about back-stabbing and power.
Literally. The dress was spelled by Ginny and there were two knives hidden in the corset boning. She had no experience in using knives or daggers in hand-to-hand combat, but somehow their existence made her feel better. A last line of defense if all else failed.
That was a totally normal reaction to having one’s grandfather visiting.
Wave shuddered and lifted her hand to her throat, first to graze over Jarred’s bite mark and then the lace that rose from it. It looked like a delicate storm of waves and wind. She was in love with the design. She might be in love with the man who had given it to her.
Her smile faded when she turned away from the mirror and began to check her shields.
They needed to be in their best shape, especially the one shielding her siren powers.
Maybe she could add a fourth… but that was useless.
What she really needed was Marc’s way of shielding, and she couldn’t grasp it.
They were all on edge. She felt Jarred’s tension in their bond and Irishen’s cold focus that masked his nerves. Lucifer had sent assassins after him when he had been dating Hellion. There were some unresolved feelings left over from that. Not to mention Hellion himself.
The only one who didn’t spike Wave’s anxiety higher was Marc, and she suspected it was because the man had a pretty good poker face and their bond didn’t work like that without touch and focus.
She sensed the connection between them but couldn’t read his thoughts from the other room.
Right now, that felt like a blessing because it meant he couldn’t read hers either.
She was terrified. Usually, she was able to hide that feeling behind surliness and anger, but beneath all that was always fear. Grandfather had never hit her. He had rarely even raised his voice.
He didn’t need to.
When Wave had tried to explain her feelings to her mother, she had scoffed and called her overly dramatic. Her father hadn’t. Instead, he had asked Esserieh to double her training. To her father, Hell’s most powerful enforcer and Lucifer’s right hand was safer than his own father.
There was a knock on the door that broke her out of her musings.
“Wave?”
“Yeah?”
Marc stepped inside and stopped in his tracks. His eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. Despite everything, that look lifted Wave’s spirits.
“What? How?” He waved his hand, indicating all of her.
“Chrissy.” She gave a little twirl and the mid-length dress flared out in a million shades of gray and silver. “It has pockets!” She was wearing sparkling ballerinas with the dress and they had ribbons that tied around her ankles.
“Wow. You take my breath away, bonded,” Marc murmured and took a hesitant step closer. “I want to sink my fingers into your hair and kiss you, but I don’t dare.”
“Chrissy would kill us both.” Wave laughed.
Just then, Jarred and Irishen walked in.
“Holy shit, Claimed,” Jarred said. “Please tell me we have a little time.”
“Time for what?” Wave asked.
“For me to dive under that dress and make a mess of you.”
“Behave, pet,” Wave purred.
“Come here, mate,” Irishen said.
When Wave walked over, he spun her around so that her back was pressed against his chest and they were facing the mirror. Irishen grabbed the dress and pulled the hem higher and higher until her sheer lace panties came into view.
Marc cursed, and Jarred dropped to his knees.
“You have two minutes to make her come, precious pet,” Irishen said. Instinctively, Wave struggled and then Marc’s hand wrapped around her throat, halting her.
“We don’t want you to muss up that beautiful hairdo, bonded. Be still and take it.” Let us make you feel good, little siren.
Wave moaned and moaned some more when Jarred pulled her panties aside and licked her pussy. How the hell could she go from worried to turned on in seconds? Her pet didn’t waste time. He sucked her clit into his hot mouth and pushed two fingers in.
She wanted to widen her stance, give Jarred more access, but Irishen and Marc stopped her from moving. Jarred kept pumping his fingers into her in a maddeningly slow pace while his tongue danced over her clit. It felt good and illicit and Wave was floating in moments.
Marc kept stroking his thumb over her lace and Risha’s thick cock pressed against her ass. Wave whimpered.
“That’s it, mate. Feel how good your pet is making your needy pussy feel,” Irishen murmured into her ear and nipped the earlobe. Wave whimpered a little bit more and then she felt Marc kissing her neck. Irishen echoed the movement on the other side. Jarred growled and sucked on her clit hard.
“Now. Come for us, bonded,” Marc demanded before biting her.
“Let go,” Irishen said, biting the other side of her neck.
Jarred lashed her clit with his tongue and crooked his fingers inside of her.
Helplessly, Wave screamed through her orgasm and her voice carried a whisp of the siren’s power. She would have panicked, but Marc’s shield around her contained it all.
There now, beautiful bonded. Doesn’t that feel better?
Wave couldn’t form a sentence in her head, let alone speak. She kept gulping in air and panting while Jarred dropped gentle kisses to her pussy.
“Less than two minutes,” Irishen said and Wave could hear his grin. “Your pet did well, mate.”
“Fuck. You.” Wave took a moment to breathe and glared at all three of them. “You planned this.”
Unrepentant, Irishen nodded. “Of course we did, mate. We will always take care of you, whatever you need.”
She wanted to argue that she hadn’t needed her pussy licked, but in all fairness couldn’t when Jarred reverently put her panties back in place and kissed the tops of her thighs. Her mind was quiet, her body relaxed, and her nerves calm.
They would get through this. Together.