Becca Van is a Siren-exclusive author.
“Why am I so on edge?” Kiana Bird drew in a deep breath as frissons of unease skated up her spine. She had no idea why she was feeling so anxious, but no matter how hard she tried to shake her trepidation, she couldn’t.
What the hell is wrong with you girl? You shouldn’t be feeling scared. It’s a beautiful day and you don’t have to work. Stop being silly and enjoy the sunshine.
Inhaling the clean, crisp air as she walked along, enjoying the warmth of the bright sunshine she tried to push her misgivings aside. She worked as an administrative assistant at the Norton Shore Regional Hospital in Nome, Alaska, but she had the whole weekend off for a change and was determined to enjoy every minute of her free time.
With no destination in mind, she strolled along. Being out in the fresh air rather than being cooped up inside like she had been all week was something to be savored, not frightened of, but the hair on the back of her neck was standing on end. When she glanced about she didn’t see anyone or anything to warrant her fear. Sucking in another breath, she held it before releasing it slowly. Some of the tension in her muscles eased, but she was still achy because they were so taut. She’d been fine as she walked along, but the further away from the buildings and people she got, the more she felt as if something bad was about to happen. Once more she tried to push the knot of dread in the pit of her gut away.
When Kiana heard a cry, she startled before looking up into the sky, mentally berating herself for her overactive imagination as she tried to find the gull she could hear squawking, but she couldn’t see any birds in the air at all. Since she’d just entered a large ditch, she figured the gull was over the next ridge. It was making quite a racket, and she was curious what it was so agitated about, because she couldn’t hear any other birds.
As she walked up the slope of the shallow gully, another cry rent the air, freezing her in her tracks. That hadn’t sounded anything like a seagull. That had sounded like a woman screaming. Kiana glanced back the way she’d come, but there was no one about. She didn’t want to see what was over the rise, but if someone was hurt, she couldn’t leave them out here all alone either. Maybe the person had tripped and broken a leg. That would cause anyone to scream with agony.
Kiana tugged her cell phone out of her jeans pocket, ready to call 9-1-1 just in case.
Another shiver of terror raced up her spine, making all the fine hairs on her body and the back of her neck stand up higher. She shuddered as goose bumps skated over her flesh, chasing away the warmth of the sun, leaving her feeling cold to the bone.
Before she’d even thought about moving, she took a step up the slope and then another and another, until she could see the ledge in the next small gully.
Kiana gasped with horror, covering her mouth when her stomach roiled and lurched. Her heart flipped in her chest before slamming so hard behind her sternum it hurt. A cold sweat broke out over her skin, and she started trembling over the macabre sight that met her eyes.
Although she tried to pry her eyes away from the gruesome scene, she couldn’t seem to look away. A blonde woman was on the ground, covered in blood, her mouth open in terror as she stared at the sky with sightless blue eyes. The poor woman was naked and covered in blood, countless stab wounds and cuts, but it was the gruesome line across her throat, from one side to the other, that had ended her life. When the man holding the huge, dripping bloody knife moved, it was enough to get her shocked wits back and she turned her gaze to him.
While she couldn’t see the color of his eyes or make his face out very well since the sun was behind him, she had the wherewithal to catalogue as much as she could in the seconds she stood paralyzed with fear.
He was wearing worn blue jeans and a tight black T-shirt that strained over his overblown muscles. His blond hair was down to his shoulders, and he had a goatee.
When he growled and took a step toward her, Kiana’s flight-or-fight instincts kicked in. She sobbed as she spun on her heels and ran.
Kiana sprinted as if her life depended on it, and from the malicious, evil resolve on the man’s face, it did. She moved faster than she’d ever run before, her arms and legs pumping, air sawing in and out of her lungs and from between her parted lips.
Her heart was beating so hard and fast in her ears she didn’t have a hope in hell of hearing him if he was after her, but she wasn’t about to take a chance and look back. If she did gaze over her shoulder, she might end up tripping on the uneven ground, and it would be all over. She’d end up just like the other woman had.
Clint skimmed his hands up the insides of her legs, and when he got to her knees, he pushed them out, spreading them. The mattress between her thighs dipped as he made himself comfortable on his belly.
Cal released her lips before licking and sucking his way down toward her chest, cupping her breast in his hand and lifting it as if weighing it. A cry exploded out from between her parted lips when he swiped his tongue over the hard, sensitive nipple, circling her areola without touching the throbbing peak again.
Cam rolled her other nipple between his finger and thumb, squeezing gently. Kiana arched up closer toward him and Cal, silently demanding they touch her where she ached.
When Clint blew over her exposed pussy, her internal muscles clenched with hungry anticipation. Air whooshed from her lungs when he rimmed her pussy entrance with the tip of a finger before caressing up through her folds.
Kiana was so hungry for more, she bent her knees, spreading her legs wider and bowing her hips up toward Clint.
He chuckled just as he lightly rubbed the tip of a wet finger over her clit.
Kiana felt as if she was about to lose her mind, she was so hungry for her mates. Her legs were shaking, and while she tried to cease her trembling, her efforts just seemed to make the shaking worse. She rolled her head back and forth on the pillow restlessly, not sure what she wanted but needing way more than the teasing touches her men were giving her.
“Please,” she gasped.
“Please what, mate?” Cam whispered in her ear, sending another frisson of heat up her spine. Her womb and pussy clenched as liquid desire pooled low in her belly.
“I don’t…know,” she said breathlessly.
“Give her what she wants, Clint,” Cam rasped out, then he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
She gasped and groaned when Cal drew her other nipple into his mouth, and then they both began to suckle on the aching tips firmly, sending fiery heat straight down to her needy, wet pussy.
Clint hooked her legs over his elbows as he lowered his head toward her sex. The tip of his tongue dipped into her wet hole, causing her to sob for more, but before she could form words, he licked up over her folds until he was lapping over her engorged clit.
Her lower belly jerked as pleasure shot deep into her pussy and womb. Cream wept from her sheath, and when he started lashing his tongue over her clit, she began to rock her hips.
Clint pressed the tip of his finger into her pussy before withdrawing. When he pressed in again, he stroked in deeper, igniting all of those nerve endings. He retreated and advanced again. Each time he penetrated her pussy, he sped up the pace of his pumping finger as well as the depth he pushed into her.
Tension began to invade her muscles as the heated friction along the walls of her cunt sent amazingly pleasurable bliss into her womb.
He made a growly sound as he lashed her clit with the tip of his tongue faster and faster, firmer and firmer, until she was racing up the slope toward…something that would shatter her into a million pieces.
She groaned with disappointment when Cam released her nipple with a pop, but sighed with relief when he leaned up, slamming his mouth over hers.
The kiss they shared was hot, wild, and carnal, and while she wanted to continue kissing him and his brothers for the rest of her life, she also needed to breathe. As soon as he broke the kiss, she gulped in breath after breath, but there was no way she could fill her lungs.
Cal was licking and sucking on a nipple while caressing his big, warm hand over her belly, her ribs, and anywhere else he desired. Cam lapped and nipped his way down the side of her neck, licking over the sweet spot just under her ear, causing her to whimper and moan.
Kiana reached out toward Cam and Cal, the back of her hands brushing against their toned stomachs. She turned her hands until she could feel their warm skin and toned, rigid muscles under the sensitive flesh of her palms before skimming down lower.
Just as she was about to grip their cocks, Clint twisted his finger inside of her pussy before adding another digit. She cried out when he curled them inside of her, rubbing over an ultrasensitive spot and causing her to jerk.
She moaned when he chuckled against her pussy, but in the next instant she was hovering right on the brink of something so explosive she tried to retreat.
Cal cupped her face with his hand until she was looking into his eyes. “Don’t fight Clint, honey. He’s going to make you come. Don’t you want to know what it’s like to feel ecstasy?”
Cam licked over her nipple before raising his head. “You won’t fall, baby. You’re safe with us. Okay?”
Clint lifted his mouth from her cunt. “Let go, sweet cheeks. We’ll always catch you. I promise.”
Kiana swallowed and nodded.
The three Mackenzie brothers lowered their heads once more. Cal and Cam suckled firmly on her breasts, and Clint flickered the tip of his tongue rapidly over her clit while rubbing firmly on a swollen spot inside of her pussy.
They sent her careening over the edge with a cry of euphoria.
Her insides imploded as she came so hard she saw stars. Her pussy clenched and released rhythmically around Clint’s pumping fingers as she shook and shivered. Her whole body seized in a mind-blowing, body-shaking climax. Cream trickled from her pussy as she continued to quiver and quake with nirvanic bliss.