He gulped as a bead of sweat trickled down his temple and slid down his chin.
Can you handle this?
No.
Honest.
It may kill me.
Good way to go?
You have no. Idea.
Mason took a few ragged breaths and then slowly nodded at me, giving his consent, even if it was going to make him go insane.
I was already halfway there.
Twenty-four hours. Sirens hated going that long.
And Hope? Her taste was addicting.
She blinked up at me. “This works… right?”
Mason grunted behind her.
Guilt flashed across her face.
I tilted her chin up with my thumb. “Trust me, he’s not suffering.”
“Speak for yourself.” Mason gritted out. “I feel… everything.”
Hope looked drugged. Hell, she was probably in little elf heaven. She wasn’t just drunk off of the feel of me — her mate.
She was drunk off the power of being at the mercy of two immortals. Her eyes flickered closed as I ran a hand down her cheek and cupped her neck, and then I shared a look with Mason before he bent down and licked down the side, his tongue slowly ran down to her collarbone. I lunged for that exact spot, tasting the healing properties of his saliva right along with the fresh smell of rain on Hope.
Mason pressed his hand against my back pulling the three of us so tightly together that all I could do was inhale Hope, while watching h
is resolve crumble before my eyes.
He was losing it.
What did I expect? For Mason? A man more animal than anything? To survive a siren’s mating?
“Hell, Mason.” I gripped his arm. “Focus.”
“I’m trying,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Damn it, tell anyone and I rip your paw from your arm.” I growled before I pulled him closer, until his mouth was inches from mine — and sucked the air between us.
His horrified expression would have been priceless if it wasn’t so necessary that I take away some of his arousal.
“Go ahead,” I encouraged, releasing his finally relaxed body into the arms of Hope’s.
And then I was watching a jealous nightmare come to life, as I shared, not only part of my essence with him, but my mate.
Kiss her, I commanded, able to control his movements since I’d taken control of his passion so fleetingly and infused the air with mine. He wouldn’t be able to help himself, and she’d only feel me — not him. Because in her mind, I was kissing her. I was touching her. And allowing Mason free rein.
Because for a brief few seconds, I’d turned the wolf into a siren.