The Triplets And Their Mysterious Mate

Shift

Calista POV

"I'll head out now," Cade said as he finished getting ready for the day.

"Is it safe? I mean, you have been seen with me," I asked, my voice filled with worry. The sight of demons lingering in my mind, knowing they now knew who I was and that I was with the triplets.

"I'll go as well, that way Cade gets food that actually tastes good," Dean volunteered, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

"Guess that means you're stuck with me," Tate said, his presence suddenly behind me. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. "Want me to help you dress?" he offered.

Dean and Cade left the room. "I think I can handle dressing myself now," I said confidently, making my way towards the bag on the ground.

In the silence that followed, I heard Tate's movements, indicating that he was preparing to leave as well. "You can watch," I offered.

"So, you want to torture me. I guess I deserve it," Tate said, his words laced with self-accusation.

"Are you still beating yourself up over my shoulder?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern.

"I hurt you," he muttered, his words barely audible. The weight of guilt hung in the air, almost palpable.

"Fine then, do something for me to make up for it," I insisted, my voice firm yet tinged with vulnerability.

"I'll do anything," he admitted, his tone sincere. There was a noticeable shift in his demeanor, a departure from his usual self.

"Shift for me. I want to meet your dragon wolf," I requested, a hint of excitement in my voice.

A mischievous smirk formed on his face, adding a spark of anticipation to the air. "With pleasure. Let's go outside. Don't worry, our barrier has the property line well protected," he assured me, his voice filled with confidence.

As I slipped on a bikini, the fabric felt cool against my skin. I followed Tate outside.

"Ready to be amazed," he said with a grin. He swiftly removed his clothing, revealing his perfectly sculpted physique. The sunlight bathed him in a warm glow, accentuating every contour of his body. My eyes were captivated, unable to tear away from the mesmerizing sight before me. My heart pounded in my chest, the rhythm matching the rapid thumping of my pulse.

"So, I get a strip tease first," I teased, my eyes hungrily scanning his body. The triplets truly were a sight to behold. While I had seen my fair share of well-defined men, they paled in comparison to the triplets. I couldn't get enough, my eyes greedily drinking in the sight.

"Look as much as you want. I'm all yours, Calista," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of desire and devotion. He moved closer to me, his presence enveloping me like a warm embrace. Before I could utter a word, he began his transformation.

His body shifted, transforming into a large, ebony wolf. The sound of bones cracking and muscles realigning filled the air. But that was not all. Wings, adorned with shimmering blue scales, unfurled from his back, creating a breathtaking sight.

I took a hesitant step forward, my hand trembling with awe. Tate lowered his head, allowing me to gently stroke his fur. The sensation was soft and velvety, sending a shiver of delight down my spine. "You're beautiful," I whispered, my voice filled with awe and admiration.

His large wet tongue then trailed up my body, causing me to laugh as I felt the slobber against my skin. Suddenly, flames flickered on his fur, startling me. The sight of the dancing flames and the crackling sound they made filled the air. I instinctively moved back, but he approached me again slowly, as if trying to assure me that they would not hurt. I tentatively reached out and touched his fur, expecting to feel the heat of the fire, but instead, it felt surprisingly nice against my fingertips.

"Can you fly?" I asked, curious about his abilities. He stepped back, extending his wings, and with a few powerful flaps, he soared into the air. The rush of wind and the sound of his wings beating against the air created a symphony of movement. "Now that's cool," I exclaimed in awe as he gracefully landed on the ground and bent down.

"Do you want me to get on you?" I asked. He nudged me, confirming my question. I climbed onto his back, feeling the warmth of his body beneath me. His size was accommodating, allowing me to hold on securely. Before I knew it, he lifted off the ground again, hovering in one place, likely due to the invisible barrier that surrounded us. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the powerful muscles beneath his fur, and nuzzled against his soft, velvety coat.

After a few minutes, he gently landed, allowing me to dismount. "You really are something else," I said, amazed by his presence. He nudged his head against my legs for a moment before stepping back and shifting. In an instant, Tate stood before me in his human form. His eyes met mine, and he stepped closer, his gaze filled with curiosity.

"Does it feel weird for you to be in a human form? I know your kind. This human form is just a disguise; you're not a shifter like me," he explained.

I contemplated his question, feeling a mix of emotions. "It did at first, but we use this form to mate anyways," I mentioned.

"If the ocean was safe, would you stay there? I mean, what if we make it safe for you?" he proposed, his voice filled with sincerity.

I locked eyes with him, searching for an answer within myself. "The ocean is my home," I admitted, a hint of longing in my voice. "But I guess things are even more complicated now. You three are land creatures," I added, acknowledging the challenges that lay before us.

"If I go in the water with you right now, is it safe for you to take on your true form for a few minutes?" he asked, his voice filled with hope.

I hesitated, unsure of the risks involved. "I don't know," I admitted.

"Our barrier spreads to the shallow water," he added, reassuring me. "I can keep you in that area," he promised, sensing my need for the ocean.

I knew I needed it, the feeling of the water surrounding me, the freedom to be myself. "No more than five minutes," I finally agreed, striking a deal with him.

"Deal, let's go," he said, his hand reaching out to grasp mine.

I looked at him and grinned, the corners of my mouth stretching wide. "You're going naked," I laughed, the sound echoing through the air.

"Hey, I like being this way too," he joked, his voice carrying a playful tone. I shook my head, strands of hair brushing against my cheeks as I did so. The salty scent of the ocean filled my nostrils, mixing with the earthy smell of the sand beneath my feet.

As we walked closer to the water, the rhythmic sound of crashing waves filled the air, their powerful roar reaching my ears. "So you don't need to remove your bikini, then," he said, his voice laced with curiosity.

I nodded, my gaze fixed on the sparkling blue water ahead. "No, since my mother used a Siren spell on me," I explained, my voice carrying a melodic quality.

"It's like a fae spell," Tate asked, his voice filled with genuine interest.

"Yes, our spells are similar in many ways. Most of the time, we use our voices to cast, but it can be dangerous for those who are different creatures. However, some spells and songs are safe," I explained, the words flowing effortlessly from my lips.

As we stepped into the water, the coolness enveloped my feet. "So you don't shift when water like this brushes over your feet," Tate asked.

"Only because I have control," I admitted, my voice tinged with a hint of pride. "Most sirens, the moment salt water touches them, they have to shift back. I'm a bit different, being the dark Siren and all," I explained.

"Calista," he said, his voice carrying a weighty pause. His serious expression caught me off guard, as I was used to his lighthearted demeanor.

"Yes?" I asked, my voice filled with anticipation.

"I can't die," Tate blurted out, his words hanging in the air. I looked at him, confusion etched across my face. "I mean, you saved me in the water from drowning. My powers, as you saw, are not very effective in it or near water since I have fire. Water puts it out. But as you know, we are a strange mix. Our fire is phoenix fire," he explained.

"I guess I should have figured that out. So you three can resurrect. But from what I know of Phoenixes, you hibernate basically if you drain yourself too much," I said, my voice filled with realization.

"You are well versed on other creatures," he responded, admiration coloring his words.

"Well, when one must spend a life in hiding, it is best to learn exactly what is out in the world that could be a threat," I said, a hint of weariness seeping into my voice.

"Cade and I can resurrect," he explained, his words hanging in the air.

"Dean can't," I asked, curiosity lacing my words.

"We... well, we don't know. He is different. As you know, he does not have the fire, so we doubt he can. But he feeds off me and Cade. Our blood would protect him in a way," Tate explained.

"So you three feed off each other," I asked, the words lingering in the air.

"Sometimes," Tate responded, the sound of his voice fading into the background noise of crashing waves.

"I find it intriguing how close the three of you are," I remarked, my eyes scanning the scene as I walked into the water. The gentle waves caressed my skin. With a final surge of determination, I submerged myself completely, feeling the water envelop me. Tate, unable to resist, followed suit, his hand instinctively finding me again. I clasped his hand tightly, relishing in the sensation of our connection.

As I allowed my body to shift into its true form, an indescribable euphoria washed over me. The transformation was mesmerizing, like a symphony of sensations. With newfound freedom, I pressed my lips against Tate's underwater, the air bubbles forming a protective barrier around his face. Gently, I brushed my hand against his eyes, humming softly so he could open them.

Now submerged together, Tate's eyes opened, searching mine for understanding. He attempted to speak, but I shook my head, knowing his words would be lost in the watery abyss. Yet, he seemed to comprehend, his gaze filled with comprehension. He continued to study me, exploring every inch of my aquatic form, and I allowed him this intimate inspection without hesitation.

Moments later, I tugged him with me as we delved deeper into the depths, the rush of water amplifying our connection. But just as quickly, I pulled him back to the surface, our heads breaking through the water's barrier. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his eyes following my every move.

"I told you I forgave you," I responded softly.

"I'm sorry we ever labeled you a monster; you are far from it," he confessed.

A tender smile graced my lips, appreciating his words. "Thank you," I murmured, the gratitude lacing my voice. Together, we swam towards the shore. I took a deep breath. As I strained myself to shift back, Tate noticed my struggle, concern etched across his face.

"You're hurting yourself," he exclaimed, worry evident in his voice. My legs began to take over once again, the ache of resisting the water's pull becoming apparent. Once the transformation was complete, he gathered me in his arms, lifting me effortlessly.

"Tate," I gasped, slightly taken aback. He carried me onto the sandy shore, placing me down gently. His finger brushed lightly under my eye, his touch filled with tenderness.

"It hurts you to shift, doesn't it?" he asked.

I nodded, admitting, "A little. Since my body craves the water right now, I'm forcing myself away from what I need. It's not an easy process.”

He got down in the sand with me, the grains sticking to our skin as he rubbed his hand against my legs.

He kept his hand on me, the warmth of his touch seeping into my skin as he looked deep into my eyes. “We’ll make the ocean safe for you again,” he said, his voice earnest, “but I need your promise that you won’t vanish on us once we do.”

A pang of longing tugged at my chest, his sincerity evident in his gaze."Don't lose my trust, that's all I ask," I whispered, feeling the weight of my words. His eyes sparkled with renewed hope, a glimmer of brightness in the fading sunlight.

A mischievous smile played on his lips, his eyes fixated on me.

He was silent as he delicately brushed his hand against me, his touch sending a wave of tingles down my skin. It felt like a gentle breeze caressing my body, heightening my senses.

"At the club, I told you," he whispered in my ear. "One day, you would want us touching you, Calista."

With a firm grip, he pushed me down onto the soft sand, the grains sticking to my skin.

"I knew our touch would drive you wild," he continued, his hand slowly trailing up my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

"Yes, we may have your mark," he growled, his voice filled with hunger, "and it may make us want you even more than normal. But I see it in your eyes, Calista. You crave all of us, don't you?"

His words sent a jolt of anticipation through me, causing my breath to hitch. The thought of all three of them, like last night, touching me, kissing me, was driving me to the brink of madness.

"Your arousal is so strong, little mate," he murmured, his hand sliding behind me to untie my bikini. The feeling of the fabric being pulled away, exposing my bare skin to the warm air, was electrifying.

His tongue immediately flicked against my n****e, sending a surge of pleasure through my body. A moan escaped my lips, blending with the sound of crashing waves.

He sank his teeth into my breast. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and ecstasy. As he feasted on me, I could feel the tingle of his hot breath against my skin, the weight of his body pressing against mine. With a strong grip, he took my hand and placed it against his pulsating arousal once he retracted his teeth, the hardness undeniable. A deep growl rumbled from his chest.

His words, low and seductive, reverberated in my ear, as he pleaded for permission to claim me in that very moment. The desire in his voice was palpable, filling the air with an intoxicating tension. He yearned to taste me, to make me cry out in pleasure, to hear the melodic sound of my voice surrendering to him.

Slowly, his lips and tongue traveled down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His teeth delicately pulled my bikini bottoms off, brushing away the sandy remnants. As he spread my legs, his mouth caressed my skin, igniting sensations that rendered me speechless. Only breathy gasps escaped my lips, unable to form coherent words.

Once again, he implored me for permission, his voice filled with need. I mustered all the strength I had left to respond, a simple "Yes," escaping my trembling lips.

My skin became hypersensitive, tingling with an electrifying sensation that seemed to heighten with every flick of his tongue.

My breath quickened, coming in short gasps as my heart raced, pounding against my chest. The muscles in my legs quivered with anticipation, as if begging for release from the overwhelming pleasure building within me.

As his lips closed around my sensitive bundle of nerves, a surge of ecstasy surged through me, causing my back to arch involuntarily. A delicious tension coiled deep in my belly, spreading outwards like a wildfire, making my limbs feel weak and my body tremble with anticipation.

The release, when it finally came, was like a supernova exploding within me. It started deep in my core, a pulsating surge that radiated outwards, washing over me in intense waves of bliss. My body convulsed with the force of the orgasm, a blissful surrender to the overwhelming pleasure that had consumed me.

"I can't get enough of you," he growled, his voice low and husky.

With a forceful grip on my legs, he pulled them towards him, pressing my body against his. The suddenness of his actions left me breathless, a mix of pleasure and surprise escaping my lips in the form of a moan and a yelp as He filled me. His movements were anything but gentle; they were hard and rough, but strangely satisfying.

He reveled in pushing our boundaries, unafraid to explore new depths of passion. "You consume me entirely, driving me to the brink of madness, Calista," he groaned, his words interlaced with the sound of our bodies colliding with intense fervor. The intensity of the moment left my mouth agape, overwhelmed by the raw sensation.

His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer, urging me to surrender to the intoxicating rhythm of our connection.

With each forceful thrust, he ignited a fire within me, igniting a primal hunger that consumed my senses. Pleasure surged through every nerve, electrifying my body and making me ache for more. The intensity of his movements left me breathless, gasping for air between moans of ecstasy.

I was lost in the storm, consumed by the tempest of our desire. Pleasure and pain intertwined, blurring the lines between ecstasy and agony.

With every primal growl that escaped his lips, my body shuddered, begging for more.

In that moment, I was a wild animal, untamed and untethered. He was my predator, and I willingly surrendered to his dominance.

And then, we both reached the zenith of our desire. An explosion of pleasure coursed through our bodies.

I was left breathless, my chest rising and falling rapidly, as he released himself with a satisfied smile.

"Your ours, Calista, only ours," he growled, his voice low and possessive. As he pulled me into his arms. He effortlessly lifted me, making me feel weightless, as if I were floating on a cloud.

"You liked that," he said, a hint of pride in his voice. "Well, just you wait, Calista. I can't wait to see how you react when more than one of us takes you at the same time," he growled, his words vibrating against my ear.

I leaned against him, feeling a sense of safety and contentment that I had never experienced before. It was as if I had found my place, my home, in the arms of these triplets.