Siren Reborn (Texas Sirens Book 8)

by Lexi Blake

  Pain. Horror. She hadn’t even known that was possible. It wasn’t something she’d ever thought about, ever heard of. She’d felt the pressure and humiliation and she’d screamed. The one time she’d screamed. Such pain followed.

  “Don’t.” Mason was staring at her. “Don’t you leave me. Don’t you dare leave. I need you, gorgeous girl. Don’t go there.”

  Mason shook her, his gray eyes wide.

  She came out of it, focusing on him. He needed her. He’d been hurt, too. She let her hands drift up. “I’m sorry.”

  His head shook. “No. Just…stay with me. Be with me.”

  She shoved her fear down because there was no need for it here. “I want to be with you. I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

  She put the past aside. There was a future with these men.

  “Perhaps we should slow down.” Cole took a step back. “Maybe we should sit and talk.”

  And end the physical side? Her Master was overly cautious. If he decided she was too fragile, it might take weeks and weeks to get back here. She threw her arms around Mason’s neck. She didn’t need to talk. She needed to kiss and rub and love. She needed to do what she’d said she wanted—be with them.

  She kissed Mason, for the first time in her life really taking control. She couldn’t let this moment pass, couldn’t go backward instead of forward. She needed to know what it felt like to be precious, and Mason could show her. Mason cared. Mason wanted.

  She pressed her body against his, comfort flooding her when his arms wound around her again.

  “I want you so much,” he groaned against her lips.

  He hauled her up and into his arms, her feet dangling. She held on to him as he started walking across the office. He held her easily, making her feel light and dainty.

  “I won’t tie you up. I won’t. I want you with me. All the way.” He found his way to Cole’s desk. It was neatly appointed and he set her down on it, spreading her legs and making a place for himself there. He crowded her but she didn’t mind.

  She nodded, giving him permission to continue, to take her any way he wanted. There didn’t have to be a protocol for this. Kitten allowed herself to simply act and feel.

  She ran her hands along the muscles of his back as he eased her down. He covered her body with his, giving her his weight. She didn’t need to be tied down. Master Mason’s magnificent body managed that without a single rope. She loved how he felt against her, how hard his cock was as it rubbed against her pelvis. Mason’s mouth came down on hers again, brushing their lips together, letting his chest rub against hers. He’d lost that smooth sensuality of his. Mason was always such a decadent-looking thing, always with the right moves, but now he was just a man who wanted, and that made him all the more attractive to her.

  “Condom.” Cole’s voice broke through her pleasure.

  She turned her head and Cole had sunk into the chair in front of his desk, his eyes intently on them. He looked a bit like a king sitting there. He was still in his slacks but he’d taken that magnificent cock of his out and stroked it in his big hand.

  Mason’s eyes widened. “Of course.”

  With his free hand, Cole tossed him a little packet. A condom.

  “I’m on birth control.” She took a shot three times a year.

  Mason shook his head. “Not until I’ve passed the medical tests. I won’t put you at any risk.” He quickly rolled on the condom.

  “I’ll arrange to have my doctor get the results of the blood work you recently had done at the hospital. I’ll call him tomorrow and then we can dispense with the condoms,” Cole said. “Do you know how beautiful the two of you are? I really will think about this every day from now on. When I need to relax, I’ll bring you two to the office and you can perform while I get my work done.”

  Mason stared down at her, his eyes soft as he ran a hand down the length of her body. “I think we’ll be happy to oblige, Master. Your subs wouldn’t want you stressed. We’re here for your pleasure.”

  And their own. Cole was gaining pleasure from watching theirs. It was right there in his eyes. He wanted them to be happy.

  Mason put his hand on her breast, right over her heart. “Are you sure? Because there’s no going back. I’m not the best man in the world. You could choose better.”

  She shook her head. “I want you. Please, Mason.”

  His lips curved slightly. “Your mistake is my gain because you’re mine now and I won’t let you go.”

  He placed the head of his cock against her pussy and for a second, she was scared.

  “Stay with me. Look right in my eyes.” Mason was holding her. Not anyone else. It was Mason, and Mason cared about her. Mason wanted her for who she was.

  Suddenly Cole’s face loomed large over hers. He’d taken a place beside the desk and he leaned over, brushing his lips against her forehead. “Stay with us. There’s no room for him here. Only us.”

  Her sweet Masters. Tears pricked her eyes, but they were happy tears. “Only us.”

  The three of them. Together. Her men blocking out the rest of the world so she was safe and happy.

  Mason pushed forward with a low moan.

  “She feels good. Doesn’t she?” Cole asked.

  “So fucking good. God, you’re tight.” Mason gave her another inch, tension plain on his face.

  It felt right to have him inside. Good and right. She bit her bottom lip as she spread her legs to take more of him.

  Cole’s hand worked its way in between her and Mason and his fingers started teasing her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her.

  “Thank you, Master,” Mason said as he worked his way into her pussy in short thrusts. “I won’t last long. It’s been forever. So fucking long since I felt this way.”

  She’d never felt this way. Never. Mason’s big cock was invading but there was no pain this time. No humiliation. She’d almost feared she would need to be humiliated. Mason banished that fear. Between his loving thrusts and Cole’s dark voice whispering in her ear, she realized she could enjoy this without any reminders of what had happened before. Her sexuality hadn’t been written by violence. That was something that had been done to her, but this…this was something she chose. This was who she was. She got to choose.

  “You are so fucking beautiful, my pet,” Cole whispered in her ear. “Do you know how happy I am that you’re mine?”

  “Mine, too.” Mason held himself against her body. “Ours. All ours.”

  Mason drew out and then thrust hard back in and she couldn’t think about anything but the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her body. Mason dragged his full length in and out while Cole kept up the hard pressure against her clit.

  She reached up and touched Cole’s cheek while wrapping her legs around Mason’s body.

  Pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known bloomed inside her. She’d thought she’d had an orgasm before, but this was a bomb exploding, sending wave after wave through her system. This was past anything else because he was with her. Mason’s gorgeous face tightened even as she cried out. He groaned and then his thrusts lost all grace as he came. Over and over he pounded into her, shooting aftershocks all along her skin. She loved the way his face flushed and his head dropped back.

  She’d given that to him. She’d been the one to bring him pleasure as surely as he’d given her hers.

  Mason let his body fall on top of hers, giving her all of his weight, and she wrapped herself around him, holding on to the moment for all she was worth.

  Cole had a hand on them both. Kitten turned and saw that Cole’s cock had swelled again, straining up to his navel. Still, there was a tender look on his face as he stared down at them. “That was beautiful.”

  Mason’s grin was devilishly sexy. “You seem to have a problem again, Master.”

  Cole shook his head. “She’ll be tender and you’ve already helped me.”

  “I can help you again. Kitten, love, do you mind if the Master uses you for a little target pr
actice? I think he would love to decorate your breasts.”

  Cole’s eyes closed as he cursed and his cock pulsed.

  Mason kissed her and climbed off, wrapping his big hand around their Master’s cock.

  Kitten offered up her breasts, her whole body and soul satisfied.

  An hour and one very hot shower later, Cole kissed her as he opened the door to his office.

  “We could stay the night with you,” Kitten offered. His office boasted a full bathroom and the couches were big enough to snuggle on. “We could order dinner and then we could keep you company.”

  Cole smoothed back her hair and laid a kiss on her forehead. “I have some difficult phone calls to make, pet. I promise as soon as I handle this situation, we’re going to take a nice vacation anywhere you like.”

  She nodded. “All right.” It was so much easier to step up to him and wrap her arms around him. She would have hesitated before but he was her Master and she needed a hug.

  Mason stepped up and it was easy to see that despite their intimacy during sex, they were awkward again. Mason held out a hand and Cole quickly took it. “I’ll make sure she gets home all right. We’re going to grab some dinner on the way.”

  Cole frowned. “Mason…”

  “Drive through,” Mason said quickly. “Until the Dawsons come back with news, we’re going to keep a low profile. I promise. I don’t want to put her in any danger.”

  Cole nodded and there was an awkward pause. Mason turned away before Cole spoke. “And you. Don’t put yourself in danger, Mason. Set the alarm when you get home and call me if you need anything at all. I’ll get home as soon as I possibly can.”

  “Do you want to talk about this?” Mason asked.

  Cole shook his head. “Not yet. I need to get a handle on it.”

  She wished the Master would be more open, but she had other things to think about. Mason took her hand and started down the hallway. It was quiet at this time of night, though they were hardly alone. There were plenty of offices with lights on, and several of the secretaries were still at their desks.

  “Do you think they know?” Kitten asked.

  “I don’t care.” Mason brought her hand up to his mouth, kissing her as he pressed the button to the elevator. The doors came open and he led her inside. “And apparently the Master doesn’t either. He’s always been circumspect with his behavior around the office, but I think that’s changed. And you should know he’ll never hide you away. He’ll take you to business dinners and parties. He’ll expect you to be his hostess eventually.”

  The doors closed and she couldn’t help but get a little scared. She wasn’t some hostess. She didn’t know what to order or how to run a party. She’d never done any of those things. She wouldn’t be good at it. She would fail.

  “Hey, calm down. I’ll help you.” Mason stared down at her. “I can show you the ropes, but you’ll have to find your own style because Cole has none. I mean none. He would go to work in sweats and a T-shirt if I let him. I had to teach him how to dress. I can certainly teach you how to select a good wine. It’ll be fun. Maybe we can start tonight. We’ll do an impromptu tasting.”

  “I don’t know that the Master would like that.” Her mind was still whirling. She hadn’t thought about doing anything but pleasing the Master in a D/s fashion, but now she could see that this might please him, too. What if she couldn’t handle it?

  And there was something else playing in her head. Something that threatened to blow away her peace of mind.

  For the first time in her life she’d felt an emotion she never had. She’d always been happy to share what toys she had. She’d grown up with so little, but sharing had always felt like love to her.

  While Mason worked over her, she’d known something new about herself. When Cole had kissed her, she’d been very sure of it.

  She couldn’t share her men. They were hers. Only with each other would she be willing to allow them to take another lover. A wild possessiveness ran through her.

  She’d filled out the original contract—the one she’d signed with Cole—but now she could see she wouldn’t be able to go through with it. She’d marked that Master Cole could play with other subs, and Master Mason would likely want the same freedom. She’d actually said she would like a sister submissive.

  Panic welled inside her at the thought of watching Mason touch another woman or Cole kiss a sub like he couldn’t stand to wait another minute to have her.

  The doors opened and they stepped into the underground parking garage. The lot was quiet at this time of night, but there were still several vehicles on this level. “Are you all right? Are you having a flashback?”

  More like a flash forward. What had she done? That contract was meaningful and she couldn’t take it back. She’d signed it. She had to go through with it.

  She forced a smile on her face. “No, I’m fine.”

  Mason stopped her. “If tonight brought on bad memories, I would rather talk about it. I can’t stand the thought of you being alone in that place.”

  Because he was so kind. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought of how beautiful he was. Perhaps she should talk to Nat and figure out how to keep subs off her Doms. She could find a way around that clause, surely. Nat could put out the rumor that they both had some form of horrible disease. That could work.

  She turned her face up to Mason’s and thought about what Cole had said as he’d kissed her goodnight. “I had a lovely time this evening, Master. I wish it hadn’t ended. I know the Master said he would be in late and doesn’t want to disturb us, but I don’t want to sleep in my room tonight.” Cole had promised they would all move into the big bedroom in the morning, but it wasn’t soon enough for her. “Please can’t we sneak into Cole’s bed and be waiting for him? I want us to sleep together.”

  He searched her face and seemed happy with what he found there. “All right. He might punish us though. I doubt it and, anyway, punishment can be fun. Now let’s pick up some tacos and we’ll turn on the TV and cuddle and eat and drink wine. How does that sound?”

  It sounded beyond perfect. She didn’t have to think about tomorrow. She shoved her worries aside. They were for another day. Tonight was for reveling in her Masters’ affection. Her whole body ached in a good way. She didn’t usually drink wine. She feared it a bit because Hawk would drug her, but Mason would show her the pleasures of it.

  Her Masters were rapidly showing her that life could be lovely.

  And scary because they wanted more than she had previously thought she could give, but tonight she’d moved past that. She’d given them pleasure and taken her own. She was Kitten, and Kitten was rapidly figuring out what she wanted out of life.

  If her Master wanted her to throw a party, then she would, and it would be good. She could try because he wouldn’t make fun of her. He would give her room and the tools she needed.

  Like he’d given her Mason. She slipped her hand into his as they walked down the aisle of the parking garage and felt him squeeze her hand reassuringly.

  “I’m crazy about you, gorgeous girl. I think meeting you is the best thing to happen to me in a long time.” He took a deep breath, as though banishing some unnamed emotion. “Now where did we park? I wasn’t paying attention. I was watching you walk. Your ass is fucking delicious in that dress.”

  She laughed, her heart light. “Click the beeper thing, silly.”

  She turned and her laughter died.

  Standing there in the middle of the aisle was a man in a black jacket, the hood pulled over his face. Silent as the grave, he raised his hand and Kitten caught sight of the gun aimed right at her head.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Mason saw the gun right before it went off. The person holding it was at the opposite end of the parking garage, but there was no way to miss the glint of metal or the way his hand rose with perfect intent. He was dressed in all black, the grim reaper in a hoodie. Mason’s heart had a mere second to tick up before he was forced to react. He pl
anted his feet and shoved Kitten out of the way, toward the row of cars on the left side. Cole’s Navigator was there and it was big enough to give them some form of cover. He only needed a few minutes to figure out how to get Kitten out of here.

  The gun barely made a sound. He almost thought he’d overreacted but then he felt a pain in his right shoulder, a burning sensation as the bullet clipped him. He dove for cover. The motherfucker had to be using a silencer. Mason hit the hard ground and heard the sound of boots slapping against the concrete. Damn it. He couldn’t catch a fucking break.

  He’d driven Kitten back toward where they’d come from. They were still close to the elevator. If he could distract the shooter, she might be able to get away. Of course, he would have to distract the shooter by dying, but he wasn’t sure there was another way out.

  His brain raced. If the man was using a silencer, he was serious. He very likely wasn’t some thug who snuck in and was trying to jack a car. Those boots weren’t running away. They were getting closer. Fuck. Someone was after him and he couldn’t allow Kitten to get caught in the crossfire.

  The shooter had been standing maybe a hundred feet away. He would be on them very quickly.

  “Move,” he ordered in a harsh whisper. “Put yourself between the front of the car and the wall. You can fit. Work your way around it. When he finds me, you run as fast as you can. Get to the elevator. Call the police and Cole. Do you understand?”

  He had to hope the shooter would be satisfied with killing him. If Kitten was quiet, she might have a chance to get away.

  Kitten was reaching for her bag. She dumped it on the ground and pulled out what looked like an air horn.

  “What are you doing?” Mason demanded. “I told you to hide and run.”

  “I don’t think that will work. I’m sorry, Master. This is going to be loud.” She depressed the button and, sure enough, the loudest damn sound he’d heard in forever blasted through the air. It wasn’t more than a second or two before the car alarms up and down the aisle began blaring, the vibrations from the air horn setting off the more sensitive ones.