The Triplets And Their Mysterious Mate

Shower

Dean POV

I traced my fingers over the mark Calista had bestowed upon me, feeling the raised texture against my skin. The touch sent a tingling sensation through my fingertips, as if a current of electricity passed between us. Words couldn't capture the overwhelming joy that flooded my senses in that moment.

The room was filled with a hushed silence, broken only by the soft sound of Calista's rhythmic breathing as she slept. Tate, his concern evident, gently brushed his fingers against her delicate flesh, his worry palpable.

In the dim light of the room, I could see the faint bruises on Calista's skin, evidence of her vulnerability. Tate questioned whether we should have all claimed her at once, his voice filled with uncertainty. It was unusual for him to show such tenderness, but Calista was our mate, and even with his rough nature, he would always handle her with care.

Cade reassured us, explaining that the bruising was likely caused by something she had consumed. We would keep a vigilant eye on it. As for our claiming, it was clear that Calista desired all three of us. We had to tread carefully, always ensuring her consent and never crossing any boundaries.

"Should we dress her?" I asked, the soft sound of my voice blending with the gentle rustle of fabric.

Tate chuckled, his laughter barely audible, as if it was dancing on the air. "I don't think she even likes wearing clothing," he replied.

"I say we just keep her warm," Cade suggested. "We can help her find clothing that she feels comfortable in when she wakes." he added with a hint of playfulness, "I'm sure you wouldn't mind her being naked all the time, Tate. But I'm sure you also don't want others seeing her body."

Tate nodded in agreement, his fingertips gliding delicately over her skin. "True," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the gentle breeze that whispered through the open window. "No one can see her like this but us."

"Don't wake her," I warned him, my voice barely a whisper.

"It's clear she sleeps like a rock," Tate joked, his words dancing through the air.

As I glanced at the small bed, a pang of uncertainty washed over me. "So how do we even do this? This bed is small," I mused, my eyes scanning its limited space.

Cade chuckled in response. "We will manage," he said, amusement lacing his voice.

We all got cleaned up and climbed into the bed with her, our movements careful and deliberate. The sensation of her sleeping form pressed against me was like a magnet, drawing us closer. It was comical in a way, watching her stir in her sleep, her body finding its way on top of Tate.

"f**k, she feels so good," Tate murmured, his words tinged with desire.

As we continued talking through our mind link, a sense of unity filled the room. "I agree, she's perfect," I chimed in, my voice filled with admiration.

"We will figure out a way to make everything work for her. Taking her to the palace won't be easy, as the ocean is not nearby, but we will find a solution," Cade assured us.

"Do you think marking her will allow her to stay on land longer?" I pondered aloud, my voice tinged with curiosity.

"Possibly, but we can't be selfish. The ocean is part of her, and we can't keep her from her home. She is a Siren, a creature of the sea, while we are creatures of the land," Cade explained, his words resonating with wisdom.

Tate's voice carried a hint of worry as he voiced his concerns. "We can't go with her to where she is from. She claimed they hunt her as well and mentioned land creatures not being the only shifters. How can we keep her safe if we can't even enter that realm?" he questioned, his thoughts echoing in our minds.

"There are spells that allow us to swim underwater for limited times. We will figure it out. Right now, her biggest threat is Phelan," I responded.

"We need to inform our family about what she told us," Cade added, his words carrying a sense of urgency.

I paused for a moment, grappling with the weight of our decision. "Yes, but that means exposing her to others. We all promised her we wouldn't. We can't contact our family until we have her permission. She is giving us her trust, and we can't risk betraying it again," I cautioned, my voice filled with a mix of caution and loyalty.

With a tender touch, I brushed my fingers against one of the tattoos adorning her body.

"They are dark now, she was keeping them hidden," I said, It's either she still needs more energy to conceal them or the simple fact she is giving us trust to see more of the real her, I thought, pondering the significance of her revelation.

She had been forced to keep her identity hidden for so long, I imagined the pain it must have caused her. But now, in this moment, she was allowing us to witness the depths of her true self. A flicker of happiness danced within me, intertwining with the calmness of the night.

"She's ours," Grey's voice echoed in my mind, a sense of possessiveness emanating from him. I couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth and connection.

Tate's voice broke the silence, his thoughts questioning her lifespan. "Sirens live like immortal beings or, at least, the dark Siren does according to text," Cade replied, his words carrying a tinge of uncertainty. "But we will ask her. The only difference is she does not have our fire."

I couldn't help but think of myself, the one big difference I had from my brothers. The absence of my father's fire meant that I did not inherit any of the Phoenix abilities. It was a stark contrast to my brothers, who possessed powers beyond comprehension. The thought lingered in my mind, a subtle reminder of my uniqueness.

Amaris, our family friend, once claimed that the goddess had her reasons for making me different.

As fatigue washed over me, I found solace in the darkness. Thoughts and worries faded away as sleep gently embraced me.

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As my eyes opened, a gentle, soft light spilled into the room, casting a warm glow on the surroundings. The familiar routine of waking up before my brothers played out once again. Shifting slightly, I immediately sensed that Calista was absent from the bed. However, a faint sound emanated from the bathroom, which adjoined our room.

Slipping out of the bed noiselessly, I tiptoed towards the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, allowing me to catch snippets of the sound of running water. With a hesitant push, I entered the room, and the sound of the streaming water grew louder. There, I found Calista seated in the shower, the water cascading over her.

I approached her cautiously. "Morning, Dean," she greeted, meeting my gaze.

Curiosity piqued within me, and I couldn't help but ask, "How can you tell us apart?"

Calista's eyes sparkled as she responded, "You all have different scents, and your personalities are distinct. You, Dean, are cautious, unlike Tate, who would already be in this shower, or Cade, who would have knocked before entering."

Her words evoked a chuckle from deep within me. "Are you alright?" I inquired, a hint of worry coloring my voice.

"Yes, water just feels good, even if it's not saltwater," she admitted.

I hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to ask, "May I join you in the shower? With your permission, of course."

Calista laughed, her laughter echoing off the bathroom walls. "I suppose it should change the conditions. You three have my mark now, and you need to touch me, or it will drive you crazy."

Still unsure, I voiced my concern, "But I don't want to do anything without you being okay with it."

A glimmer of vulnerability shone in her eyes as she responded, "I want you to, and besides, you were my first." Her admission tugged at my heartstrings.

"You were gentle with me, thank you," she continued, her voice filled with gratitude.

As I stepped into the shower, my hands found her sides, and I couldn't help but ask, "Did I hurt you?"

Calista smiled, a hint of playfulness in her voice. "A little, but that's to be expected, right? I mean, you guys are like on a whole different level of huge." Her comment elicited a chuckle from me.

"You're small," I countered.

"Not by much," she retorted.

"You're hard," she laughed, a mischievous tone in her voice.

"It's natural, even without your mark," I confessed, my desire for her evident.

"Take me now," she urged, her voice filled with longing. "It's only fair; you were my first, and now that my body is more adjusted, it won't hurt."

Damn, she was going to be the end of me. With my hand gliding down her body, I pulled her closer, my lips finding the soft skin of her neck. In the midst of our passion, I couldn't help but ask, "You'll tell us if there's ever something we do that you can't handle, right?"

"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. As my fingers pressed against her entrance, I paused for a moment. A realization struck me - we hadn't used protection last night with her.

"Calista," I said, a little worried, "if we continue like this, you're going to end up with a pup." The sight of her flushed face made my heart race, and I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her arousal hanging in the air.

"No, I won't," she laughed, the sound echoing through the room. "It takes a lot for me to get pregnant. I would have made you three use those weird rubber things humans use."

I couldn't resist the urge any longer. With a sense of anticipation, I pushed my fingers into her, feeling the warmth and wetness that enveloped them. A yelp escaped her lips as pleasure surged through her body. She leaned against me, her whole body quivering with desire.

"Tell me, Calista," I whispered, my voice filled with longing. "Do you want us just as badly as we want you?" As I moved my fingers within her, I felt her body respond, her moans vibrating against my chest. I couldn't help but explore further, my other hand caressing her chest, teasing her sensitive n****e. Her moans grew louder, a symphony of pleasure filling the bathroom.

"I'm going to find every spot on you that drives you wild," I declared, my fingers moving with a little more force. Her moans turned into cries of pleasure as I pushed her limits. "So, you like it hard," I murmured, unable to hold back any longer. I withdrew my fingers, unable to resist the temptation. With one swift motion, I pressed her body against the shower wall, teasing her with the tip of my arousal before thrusting into her. The sound of her voice filled the room, drowning out any thoughts of my sleeping brothers. She felt amazing, her tightness and the way she clenched around me driving me to a frenzy.

"You've been driving me crazy since we first met at the club," I confessed, gripping her body as I continued to move inside her. Each thrust brought us closer to the edge, her pleasure building to a crescendo. "You're perfect," I growled, losing myself in the sensations that consumed us. Our climax washed over us, leaving us breathless and spent. She ran her hand against my body as we stood facing each other, the sensation of her touch sending shivers down my spine.

"Show me your power," she whispered, her voice filled with curiosity and desire. "I've felt Tate and Cade's fire, but none of yours." I placed my hand against the shower wall, allowing ice crystals to form, their beauty captivating her. "Beautiful," she breathed, tracing her finger over one of the icy creations.

A mixture of vulnerability and longing filled my voice as I asked, "Did you mean it when you said we can mark you?"

"Yes," she replied, her voice filled with understanding. "Although some of what you three said really hurt me, I also know it was from what you were told. And, well, it's not like I told you who I was at first."

As the memories flooded back, I couldn't help but wonder. "In the car before the party, you were going to tell me the truth, weren't you?" I asked, hoping for her confirmation.

"Yes," she admitted with a hint of guilt in her voice. "I was going to tell you that I was the one you were looking for," she said.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, the weight of my mistake heavy on my shoulders.

"We all make mistakes. Just keep showing me that I can trust you. I wouldn't have let the three of you claim me if I had any real intention of leaving. I know my kind feeds off intimate connections, but I've never given my body to anyone, as you already know," she confessed.

I watched as she shut off the water, her face adorned with a mischievous smirk. "Hey, what's that face for?" I asked, but before I could say anything more, she wrapped a towel around herself and tossed one to me. Without another word, she left the bathroom, her footsteps fading away.

As I followed her, Grey's voice echoed in my mind, "I like her." I couldn't help but chuckle at his observation.

"Well, I guess I need to start waking up early." Tate said as I walked out.

"Results are in from the potion the demons used." Cade explained. His voice carried a sense of anticipation.

"Great, hopefully it's helpful," I replied.

"It is helpful to some extent. We now know a little more about it. It seems to be a potion specifically used on Sirens, just like Silver, Iron, and Wolfsbane are weaknesses to us. This potion is made from a rare sea coral that is deadly to Sirens. In low doses, it makes it hard for them to stay away from water and unable to take on a human form. Once they breathe it in, the only way to reverse it is with an antidote made from a rare underwater plant." Cade explained. He held up his phone, displaying the image of the plant.

"I know of that plant, but the only place I've ever spotted it was within the community I lived in as a small child," Calista admitted, her voice carrying a mix of nostalgia and uncertainty.

Tate interjected, "There has to be other places, right?"

Cade nodded and explained, "Yes, Amaris can help locate it, but it only thrives in the depths of the ocean.”

"So in other words I have to go get it," Calista said. I could see the worry in her eyes as she spoke.

"I could always take one of you," Calista suggested, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I can only handle one, but I mean, I can just do what I did to Tate." Tate looked at her, his expression a mix of confusion and surprise.

"I kissed you underwater, that's why you did not drown," Calista explained, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "I formed a bubble around your lips so you could breathe. I mean, I doubt you can fight well underwater, but then again, you did do a number to my shoulder."

"I really didn't," Tate started to speak, his voice filled with guilt.

"You were defending yourself, you did not know it was me." Calista said to him. I could sense his internal struggle, the weight of his actions weighing heavily on him.

"So if I go to town and buy you a little more clothing, is that ok now?" Cade asked Calista.

Calista hesitated for a moment before responding.

"I guess, just give me things to do that can help. I really don't like taking things," she said, her voice laced with gratitude. Cade nodded, his expression reflecting understanding.

"But you're really not taking, you're our mate," Cade added, his voice filled with warmth. Calista sighed softly.

"Still, just because I'm your mate doesn't mean I shouldn't earn my keep," she said, her voice tinged with determination. I could feel the weight of her words, the need to prove herself.

"I guess let's start with you really giving every ounce of info you have on what you can do, what you know about everyone who has come after you," Cade suggested. Calista nodded.

"I can do that," she said, her voice filled with resolve. I couldn't help but notice the rumbling of her stomach, a reminder of her needs.

"May wanna get some real food as well," I pointed out to Cade. He looked at Calista, a mix of guilt and concern in his eyes. "s**t, sorry," he muttered, his voice filled with regret.

"It's all good," Calista reassured him, her eyes shifting from the window to the three of us. A genuine laugh escaped her lips, filling the room with warmth. "Well, if anything, looks like my future is sure to be fun with the three of you," she said, a smile lighting up her face.

I'm glad she is happy.