The Triplets And Their Mysterious Mate

Clouds

Dean POV

As Calista left, I watched the guy who knew her get up and leave as well. The sight of his hurried movements caught my attention. Tate immediately stood, his chair scraping against the floor, but Cade pulled him down. "You're too worked up," Cade warned him, his voice filled with concern.

"I'll go," I said, breaking the tense atmosphere. Cade nodded in agreement. In all honesty, besides gathering some information at the college, continuing with the class seemed pointless now. We needed to shift our focus to finding the siren and winning Calista over.

I caught up to Lazer as Calista ran out of the building. "Wana explain why you are following her?" I asked him, my voice tinged with curiosity. He chuckled, the sound light and carefree.

"I could ask the same thing of you," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "Look, I just wanted to invite her to my party later so I could catch up with her. You and your brothers are welcome as well. I rented a yacht," he explained.

"We depart at 6 from the main dock in this town," he added, the excitement evident in his voice.

"I don't think we will have time," I said.

"I heard a rumor that you three were hunting for information on someone singing around town. My buddies heard the song the last time we went out. Maybe you will be lucky and hear it this time," he suggested.

"We will try and make it then," I said. We needed all the intel we could gather.

"Sounds good," he responded with a nod as he made his way back into the class. I thought I would have to hunt Calista down, but I was wrong. Instead, I saw her lying down on the hood of our car. She had taken off her shirt, and I couldn't help but notice the vibrant bikini top she was wearing.

"You should be in class," she said, her voice laced with a hint of playfulness, as she sat up. "Put your shirt on," I said, my voice slightly chastising, as I grabbed it and held it out towards her.

"Sorry, I just am more comfortable this way," she admitted, her words tinged with honesty.

"Just in a bikini?" I questioned.

"Yeah, I just don't like the feeling of a lot of material against me. It feels so unnatural," she explained as she got off the car.

"I'll put the shirt on though so you and your brothers don't go crazy," she said softly.

"Don't if you're more comfortable this way," I reassured her, wanting her to feel accepted just as she was.

"You should get back to class, don't worry, I won't leave," she promised.

“Tate and Cade can fill me in. Let's go do something,” I suggested. She looked at the building the class was in for a moment.

"Are you worried about my brothers?" I asked, hoping to decipher her thoughts. I struggled to read her expression, the lines on her face shifting like a delicate dance.

"No, more like won't they be mad if we just leave?" she questioned, her voice tinged with curiosity.

"So it is me you are worried about," I chuckled, realizing the depth of her concern. "No, they know I left already. You are uncomfortable here, and none of us want that. We want time with you so we can all get to know each other, but I think maybe some one-on-one time may be a little easier," I explained, gently guiding her into the car.

As I closed the door and started the engine, the faint scent of leather and gasoline filled the air. "I already understand learning you have a mate when you're not our kind can be difficult, and then learning you don't have just one but three may be hard to process," I confessed. The sound of the engine roared to life, drowning out the silence that hung between us.

"Yeah, it is," she sighed. "But more so, can you three really share one mate? That can't be easy. I've seen other werewolves over my travels; they go crazy when their mate even talks to another man sometimes. I mean, I kinda saw that with Tate in class," she admitted, her words carrying a mixture of curiosity and concern.

I focused intently on the winding road ahead, my eyes fixed on the path as I spoke to her.

"It's different for us," I began, my voice carrying a hint of longing. "When you're with Cade earlier, Tate and I, we could sense something happened between you and Cade. It's not a bad feeling, though. You being with one of my brothers actually feels good since we are all meant to be together"

"We want you to accept us, Calista, but we would never force you. What kind of relationship would that be, anyways? If it's forced, there can be no love. Even Tate, despite his possessiveness, would never force you. I wasn't thrilled about Lazer approaching you either, but my anger also stemmed from seeing your lack of happiness in his presence. I can feel your fear, Calista, and so can my brothers."

"I appreciate that you three don't want to force anything on me," she finally replied, her voice soft and contemplative. Silence enveloped us, but I could sense that she had more to say.

Driving for about ten minutes, I veered the car off the road, coming to a stop. "Where are we?" she asked, curiosity lacing her words.

"You've been here longer than us, but it seems I've stumbled upon the perfect hideaway, even unknown to you," I teased, helping her out of the car. We walked together, our steps crunching on the gravel path, until we reached a cliff overlooking the vast expanse of the ocean.

I pointed out to the breathtaking view, the sight of crashing waves below, and the sound of seagulls crying overhead. The salty mist from the ocean caressed our skin, creating a refreshing sensation. "This is the perfect spot," I said, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. She inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of the sea, her arms outstretched as if embracing the moment.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. Just as I reached for my pack of cigarettes, she surprised me by placing her hand on mine, gently stopping me.

"Don't," she whispered again, her eyes locked with mine, a plea in her gaze.

"Let's look at the clouds," she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "Lie down in the grass," she ordered, her tone commanding. Without hesitation, I positioned myself on the cool ground, feeling its dampness seep through my clothes. She joined me, settling down right next to me.

"Look, there's a seahorse!" she pointed up towards the sky. I strained my eyes, trying to find the cloud she was referring to, but it eluded me. "Come on, it's right there," she laughed, her voice light and musical. She grabbed my hand, guiding my finger to the elusive shape. The warmth of her touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I hesitated to let go. Being this close to her was an amazing sensation, but she quickly caught on, her focus shifting to me as she looked into my eyes.

"Your eyes, they light up too," she observed. "Do you fight your dragon?" she asked, her curiosity evident.

"No, although he tries to emerge at times, I have control." I admitted.

“You have my permission,” she then spoke.

I hesitated for a moment before moving, positioning myself above her. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and I wouldn't be surprised if she could hear the rapid thumping of my heart. "Are you going to kiss me or just stare?" she playfully teased, her laughter filling the air. I leaned in, capturing her lips with mine. The moment our lips met, it felt like a burst of fireworks exploding within me, our bond strengthening.

Desire coursed through me, and I gently nipped her lip before sucking it into my mouth, savoring her taste. But it wasn't enough; I craved more. I wanted to explore her. Breaking the kiss, I trailed kisses down her body, the sensation of her smooth skin against my lips sending electrifying waves of pleasure through me. "I want to feed on you," I whispered, my voice husky with longing.

"Okay," she breathed out, giving me permission. I moved my tongue against the top of her breast, relishing the sweetness of her skin. "Don't you typically feed from the neck or wrist?" she chuckled.

"Yes, but you're my mate. I want to feed here, just like with Tate," I explained.

"Take my top off then. I don't want blood on it," she instructed. I quickly moved my hands down her back, undoing her bikini and sliding it off her. I had to control myself; she was perfect. But I couldn't resist kissing her chest and gliding my tongue against her n****e. A small moan escaped her lips, fueling my desire even more. "I thought you were going to bite me," she gasped.

"Sorry," I muttered, realizing I had gone too far.

"Don't stop now, it feels so good," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and anticipation. As I continued, my hand moved against her other side, teasing her n****e with my fingers. The sight of her squirming in pleasure underneath me was intoxicating. Her soft moans filled the air, blending with the sound of our heavy breathing.

I could smell her arousal, a heady scent that matched my own desire. But I knew I had to hold back, to not claim her fully. She needed to accept us, to accept our mark. As I bit into her breast, savoring the taste of her blood, I took only a small amount. I was careful not to go too far, to not let my hunger consume me completely.

But then, amidst the sensory delight, I caught onto the distant sound of commotion and stopped. She stood up, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "Looks like others are coming," she warned. In a swift movement, I pulled her close, protecting her from prying eyes. She chuckled. You're fast," she teased.

With her still pressed against me, I managed to pick up her bikini top and put it back on her. "Thanks," she whispered, a hint of gratitude in her voice. As I began to release her, she ordered me to stay still. "You helped keep me covered, so I'll do the same until you calm down," she explained.

We stood there for a few more minutes, the warmth of our bodies intertwined, before finally making our way back to the car.

"Dean," Calista said, her voice trembling. Unlike her typical strong demeanor, she seemed vulnerable, her eyes filled with worry and fear.

"What if," she started, her voice barely a whisper, as my phone rang, its shrill tone slicing through the air. I hesitated for a moment.

"Get it," she whispered urgently. I answered the call, the sound of Cade's voice crackling through the line, a mixture of static and distant echoes.

"Class is out," Cade said. "You have been blocking our link."

"Sorry, got distracted," I replied, "we will come back and get you. Lazer invited us to a party tonight out on the water, although I really don't want to go, we should. Seems like we may get some leads on the Siren."

"Sounds good," Cade responded.

"Make sure Tate brings the tranquilizer," I instructed. "Since we'll be out on the water, we need to be safe."

Confusion filled Calista's eyes as she questioned, "Tranquilizer?"

"We had a special one made to help us if we find the Siren," I explained.

"You're going to shoot them?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief and a touch of sadness.

"Only if needed," I reassured her, “It's important we get them."

Anxiety flickered in her eyes as she expressed her worries, her voice tinged with frustration.

"Don't worry, you will be safe at the party," I assured her.

"Did you ever once think maybe this Siren does not want to be bothered?" she asked, her words carrying a hint of melancholy. "Have they actually caused any trouble?"

"No, not that I know of," I replied, "and I would assume you are correct. They might not want to be bothered, but there are some really bad creatures out there that want to use the Siren. We can't risk them getting their hands on them."

“Trapping the siren makes you no different than those you say are bad,” she explained.

Silence settled between us. Calista's words lingered in my mind, a reminder of the moral complexities we faced in our pursuit of the unknown.

I pulled back up to the college. Cade and Tate hopped into the car, their excitement palpable. "Looking forward to the party?" Tate asked Calista, his voice filled with anticipation.

Calista shook her head, her face reflecting a hint of disappointment. "I'm not going," she replied.

Tate's shock was almost audible, as he continued, "But you love the ocean! We'll be out on it."

Calista remained resolute. "I'm good, you have fun."

I paused the car, its engine purring softly, and pulled over to the side of the road. Turning to Calista, I asked, "Earlier, you were going to tell me something. What was it?"

She muttered, "nothing."

Sensing there was more to her reluctance, I pressed further. "Is there a reason you don't want to go?"

"Not in the mood." She responded.

I could sense her holding back, her words carrying an unspoken weight. "I don't believe that's the real reason," I said gently, my voice mingling with the distant crashing of waves.

"You three go. Maybe you will catch your sea monster. But be careful not to fall into its trap. It's dangerous and all." A hint of anger tinged her voice.

"Come for us. Calista, this was the job we hired you for. One week, right? Well, count the party as part of the job."Cade ordered. I fought to maintain my composure, realizing that Cade's reasoning might not be the best approach.

Calista let out a heavy sigh, her voice tinged with reluctance. "Fine, I'll go," she agreed. The sight of her slumped shoulders and furrowed brow betrayed her lack of enthusiasm. It felt as if all the progress we had made with her had vanished, slipping through our fingers like sand. The weight of disappointment settled on my chest, squeezing tightly.