The Triplets And Their Mysterious Mate

Mark

Cade POV

When in the room with her earlier I was immediately captivated by the sight of her radiant skin, its smooth texture inviting my touch. The sound of her voice, as she said, "show me," was like a melodic invitation, igniting a fire within me. But amidst the desire, I had to restrain myself, feeling the struggle to keep control as Titan threatened to take charge. His heightened senses detected her desire, and now, knowing her true identity, the only obstacle that remained was earning her trust, for that was the only reason she would leave.

When I helped her dress, I couldn't help but notice the small, barely visible scars on her skin. Running my fingers over them, I could sense the pain she had endured, the battles she had fought to survive.

Calista had risked everything when she went to save Tate. She had exposed herself not only to us but also to those who sought to use her. It was evident that they had discovered her true identity, the one she had spent her entire life hiding and running from. She had shattered her carefully constructed facade, all for our sake.

"I can't believe you rented a house," Calista said, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and concern. Sitting at the table, the worn wood creaked under her weight.

"I doubt staying at the hotel would have been safe," I replied.

"True," she responded, her words echoing in the silence. "I typically manage to escape close calls on my own. This isn't my first time."

Guilt flooded through me as I asked her about Lazer's betrayal. She had expressed her reluctance to attend the party, and yet I had insisted. "Did you know Lazer was working with the demons?" I inquired, my voice heavy with regret.

"No," she admitted. "But he showed a strange interest in me when we first met. He was different back then, and he certainly didn't have the means to throw such an extravagant party."

"Have you heard the name Phelan before?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied, her voice filled with unease. "He's a dealmaker. I'm sure Lazer made some sort of deal with him."

She turned her gaze towards the window, her eyes scanning the outside world before shifting back to us. "I know what he does," she said. "Every demon I've come across tries to paint a picture of acceptance, luring me with promises of a place where creatures like me won't be judged. There have been moments when I've actually considered it."

"It's a trap, you sell yourself," I interjected.

Her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of understanding and resignation. "I know," she admitted. "Just as I know that my song holds a power unlike any other, a power that will release a strong witch. It took three creatures to trap this witch, and I am the final key."

"My mother told me the story. Originally, it was a Unicorn, a Phoenix, and a Siren who fought against the witch. But even their combined strength wasn't enough. In a desperate move, the Siren absorbed some of the dark witch's power through a forbidden spell. The result was the curse that now marks me, my tattoos a constant reminder of the darkness within."

I could almost taste the bitterness in her words, the weight of her burden palpable in the air.

"Phelan wants to release her," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "According to my mother, Phelan is the witch's mate." The revelation hung in the air, a shocking truth that left us all speechless.

"The witch is his mate?" I asked, my voice barely audible. She nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and fear.

"That's what I just said," she responded softly. It was a piece of knowledge we had been unaware of, a puzzle piece that suddenly fit into the larger picture.

"And your mother...where is she?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.

Calista's gaze dropped to the table, her fingers tracing the worn wood. "I attract trouble," she began, her voice filled with a tinge of regret. "We were discovered, and my mother sacrificed herself to create a distraction for me to escape. But I don't feel her anymore."

"I'm sorry," I said to her, my voice filled with sympathy.

"It's my fault," she whispered. As she spoke, her gaze shifted towards Tate, her eyes filled with a mix of anxiety and regret. Resting her head on the table, a heavy sigh escaped her lips, the weight of her mistake evident in her defeated posture. "I screwed up bad," she muttered, the words tinged with self-blame.

"You didn't," I reassured her, my voice gentle yet firm, attempting to alleviate her distress. "As Tate said, we are your mates, Calista."

Her fingers nervously traced the edge of the table, her touch almost trembling. "You don't get it," she admitted, her voice laden with a hint of resignation. "My mark... it's different. It's something I never wanted to give."

Curiosity filled the air as I leaned closer, my senses alert. "Can you tell us why?" I asked, hoping to unravel the complexities of her predicament.

Her eyes flickered with a mixture of vulnerability. "I attract men for a reason," she began, her voice tinged with a bitter sweetness. "By intimately connecting with them, it helps me become stronger. It's not like I need it to survive or anything, but Sirens... well, we typically go on land for one thing: energy or power."

Calista's voice grew softer, almost reverent, as she continued, "My song... it becomes stronger for a time. And, well, there are many dangers in the ocean. The land is not the only place for shifters. Most sirens are trained at a young age to fight and protect our communities."

"Some sirens are lucky," she continued, her voice tinged with longing. "They find mates on land. It does not happen often, but it's not the mate relationship you three are accustomed to. Relationships with those on land are forbidden for my kind. It's simply for one use: to become stronger."

The atmosphere grew tense, a palpable energy swirling around us. "My Mark forever binds that person on land to me," Calista confessed, her voice laced with both resignation and guilt. "And even if they want to resist it, they can't. It makes them... always, well, I guess a good way of saying it is crave me. Werewolves and dragons are known for needing intimate relationships as a way to bond and heal each other. I know that. But Sirens... well, we take it to a whole different level."

A low chuckle escaped Tate's lips, breaking the intensity of the moment. "So you're saying I'm going to want to have lots of s*x with you?" he playfully teased.

Calista nodded, a mix of vulnerability and apprehension in her eyes. "Yeah," she responded softly.

"I don't see how that is bad."Tate chuckled. "I mean, even without your mark, I wanted you," he blurted out.

Her shoulders slumped, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. "It's bad because I am using you," she confessed, her voice filled with a profound sense of regret.

I took a seat beside her and locked eyes with her. It was clear that she was struggling. "Based on what you're telling me, it seems like you need a deep and intimate relationship. That can actually be beneficial for you, considering your strength. Maybe that's why the moon goddess brought us together. I mean, you have three of us, Calista. We were honestly worried that our desire for you might drive you away, but it turns out you actually need that kind of connection," I said to her.

I have to admit, I never expected to have this kind of conversation with her. But I suppose it's important to follow the guidance of the moon goddess, who matched us with the perfect mate - someone who truly needs all of us.

"Tate, he's..." she started to speak, but then paused for a moment. "I need some fresh air," she finally said, standing up. However, as she did, she stumbled on her feet. "Damn it," she muttered under her breath.

"I think you need more rest," I suggested.

She shook her head and asked, "Did you guys have drinks at the party too?"

"Yes," I replied. "They spiked them with something that prevented us from fully shifting."

"Normally, I can sense if something has been added to anything, but this time I couldn't. I messed up badly. I can't believe I let my guard down like this. It's not safe to go near the ocean. I'm in big trouble," she muttered.

I opened my mouth to speak, but she laughed before I could say a word. Her voice filled the air with a melodic sound that echoed through the room.

"I can't believe it," she said. "You know what, f**k it, right? We're supposed to try, so I'll try." Her words carried a sense of urgency and a touch of desperation as she spoke to herself.

I looked at her and noticed the flickering light reflecting in her eyes, giving them a mesmerizing glow.

"Tate, my mark," she said. "It's about to make you uncomfortable soon if we don't... and well, I can't go back to the ocean. But if we mate, well, I can last longer."

Her words hung in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of anticipation. I could hear the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, matching the rhythm of the moment.

"f**k," Tate said, as he looked at her.

She looked at all three of us, her gaze shifting between each of our faces.

"I don't want to choose between you three," she began. "I like all three of you equally, so if we're going to do this, may as well jump right into it, right?"

Dean stood frozen beside me, his eyes locked on her, searching for any sign of hesitation. The tension was palpable, like an electric current running through the room. But Tate, always the assertive one, moved closer to her, his presence commanding and dominant.

"Say it, Calista," Tate growled, his voice filled with desire. "Tell us you're giving us permission to touch you, to have you."

The weight of her decision hung in the air, a pivotal moment that could change everything. And then, with a sense of resolve, she spoke, her words filled with a newfound trust.

"You three have my permission," she said, her voice steady and resolute. " You have my trust, something I've never once given anyone."

In that moment, a bond formed between us, an unspoken promise to protect and cherish the trust she had bestowed upon us. Calista was unlike anyone we had ever encountered, her presence both captivating and alluring.