Captiva Craving

by Talyn Scott

  “Do you really need to breathe, Six?”

  “Some days,” he murmured, dropping his eyes to her pussy, “depends on my mood.”

  “Hmmm.” She kicked the fragments of her dress away, spreading her legs wide in invitation. Nothing but flesh and heels, though he, on the other hand, was still dressed. “What’s your mood now?”

  “You wanted to dance,” he played a dangerous game with her. “Your wish and all of those romantic notions of yours are my commands.”

  “Romantic notions?” She sucked the end of her finger, traced it through the cleavage of her ginormous breasts, twirling it around her navel a couple of times before tapping her clit. “No one commands you, Six.”

  “No?”

  “Nope,” she said on a moan, dipping her finger inside and then pulling out slowly. His lip lifted on one side, not a smile, but a fang making an appearance. She brought her finger to his mouth and he sucked, a rhythmic motion only pulled off by vampires, scraping her nail with his fang when she pulled away.

  “Then I’ll command you.” He tapped the top of her head, and she knew exactly what he wanted. His jacket came off, one he paid two grand for, and he dropped it to the deck to cushion her knees. “Leave your heels on, angel.” He unzipped his jeans slowly, tugging on the zipper while staring down at her swollen breasts. Since he went commando tonight, a crime he wasn’t forgiving her for, his thick cock sprang free on the final tug. Her tongue snaked out, greedy to dabble at that crystalline bead sitting on the tip. “You said you weren’t hungry,” he reminded.

  “You want me to keep talking or use my tongue for better things?” Blythe took the base, wrapping a firm hand around half his thickness and curled the back of her tongue over his crown. She swirled a few times, unable to go past the first ridge of three. She looked up, finding the stark tendons in his neck flexing and releasing. Instead of grabbing her face, he kept his hands on his hips. A dominant position? Definitely. She loved that about him, but she knew the real reason he was standing this way, he was too fired up to touch her.

  He moaned loudly and she mimicked him, sending vibrations up his stalk.

  “I felt that in my balls, moja láska.”

  Her long hair draped her back, and she knew he itched to fist it and pull her closer. Blythe brought her hand down when she sucked in; meeting her lips with her pumping fist, an opposite rhythm that always drove Sixten nuts.

  “I’ll have that again, my wife.”

  She obliged, picking up steam through his hoarse praising. Finally, his hands came to her, ruffling her long hair before fisting it, increasing her strokes with his hands. Those blue lines stiffened, seeking her out, fondling her tongue with the same pleasure that they granted her sex.

  Quickly, it became too much for her. She groaned, her core literally dripping, and she wondered if he was as lost as she was. Testing, she raked her teeth over those alien cords, and he hissed in the way of vampires, prickling her naked flesh with lust and a touch of trepidation.

  But she wasn’t quitting for anything.

  She managed to suck the second ridge in, though her lips were straining, and a blast of precome coated her tongue. “Blythe,” he warned, “in your pussy not your mouth.”

  Refusing to listen, she dipped down to her sex, finger fucking her core a few times while she sucked.

  “Oh, you little temptress, a spanking it is.” But he didn’t pull back.

  Continuing her sucking, she reached in his jeans with her dripping fingers and palmed his balls. Not gently. No. He wasn’t a human male, and he didn’t do gentle with his balls. Blythe pulled roughly, twisting, bouncing them as she bobbed her head and hummed around his crown. And in a wicked move, she slid her fingertips underneath his scrotum and thrust two fingers in his ass, thrusting in time with her tongue while her thumb circled a spot just underneath and presto.

  “Holy shit!”

  She quickly lost a chunk of hair, scalp stinging while a flood of come jumped over her tongue and hit the back of her throat. No matter how fast she swallowed, she still choked. He traced her straining lips with his fingertip, before breaking the suction and cupping his head to catch the last of his release.

  “Oh, my little angel has been so naughty,” he warned, picking her up by the waist with one arm and settling them onto a lounge. She landed on his lap. Her breasts pushed over his left thigh, his still-hard cock pressing against her side. Without another word, he worked the rest of his release in her dark crevice, palming her up and down with his natural lubricant. “There are so many things I have in store for you.” One finger shoved all the way in her ass without stopping. “I have a mental list.” The second joined the first.

  She chewed her lip, enjoying the bite of pain. Too Delicious. “Sixten.”

  “No talking. Hmmm, what a pretty hole you have. Still much too tight for anything I have to offer. Before long, we’ll stretch you out for my heavy cock and I’ll take you there right on this deck, watching your delectable breasts bounce in time to my fucking.”

  He reached between his legs and pinched her throbbing clit, already coated with moisture, and rolled it between his finger and thumb as he leisurely thrust into her bottom. Her nipples taut, a cool sheen of perspiration covered her body. So close. So very, very close.

  In and out.

  No pausing.

  In and out.

  “Six, I want you inside.”

  “Well, that’s what I wanted,” he growled, “but you took matters into your own hands…dare I say fingers and, now, you will need me.”

  In and out.

  A wicked swirl with his wrist.

  In and out.

  “I’m sorry?” It came out as a question, since she wasn’t sure if she was sorry at all. Something was happening and her core skated an edge she was all too familiar with. “Sixten!”

  “Yes, Blythe?” he asked and stopped. “Did you say something?”

  “Ugh!” She wiggled in his lap until he turned her around and draped her legs on either side of his. “Your clothes are still on.” Her palms pressed against his t-shirt, and her fist curled over his thunderous heart.

  “You don’t get to ogle the pretty if you can’t mind your male, so lesson learned for next time.”

  “Then fuck me like you mean it.”

  He lifted her high in the air, as if she were a small child, and then brushed the lips of her sex over his cock head. “Say, ‘please, Six, I promise to never ever disobey you again so help me God.”

  Her body clenched, her need so great…if I had a weapon right now…or a dildo handy. “Please.” He lowered her down an inch, her lips wrapping around his dick.

  “Deeper?” he asked, squinting at her, his long lashes were twining at the edges. “Where’s that promise? Don’t look at me that way, angel. I’ve been tortured by the best. Could go on for hours, but why do it when this is so amazing?”

  “You enjoy this hovering!” As if. “Please, please, please, Six.” Two more inches, thank you. “I promise to never ever disobey you again.” Three quarters down, but she was a tad stuck. His thumb circled her clit, before he pinched so hard stars dotted her vision. “So help me…oh, God!”

  Fingers went back to her ass, his middle one thrusting inside as his other hand gripped her hip and guided her up and down. She could never keep up with his too-fast rhythm and her legs threatened to give out. He didn’t care. Sixten would hold her body up all night one-handed. Her weight was negligible compared to his strength.

  “What a cock…all in?”

  “No, but it’s…still…good.” His eyes roamed over her body, staring at her lips, her bouncing breasts, moving down to where they joined. “I’ll never spend a day away from you again, Blythe,” he growled.

  Those cords were stiffening and vibrating all over his rigid sex, seeking out her walls as if they were attaching themselves. He pounded into her the same way he did when taking her from behind. Blythe’s teeth chattered, and she had a stinking suspicion he was moving her in va
mpiric speed. Something he’d never done.

  “What’s that?” Feels so incredible. “Different….they’re moving strangely.” As if thousands of fingers intimately caressed every nerve inside her vagina and attached themselves.

  “I’m coming…it is different, angel.” His face appeared alarmed and yet vulnerable. “I’m… not sure what’s happening.”

  A sharp pain lanced her, before the most incredible orgasm turned her inside out. She cried out, her body hitting peaks and valleys so quickly, she thought she would shatter. “I’m flying…just like you…misting me. But better. Oh, Sixten.”

  With every blast of semen, his stomach clenched and his back bowed. He released a hiss that probably shook the island, most definitely roused those who were sleeping. “Mine!” He sank his fangs into her breast, right on the nipple, sucking until he bruised her while feeding.

  “Don’t.” Her vision blurred from aftershocks, causing her to blink a few times. He wasn’t on an artery, but that could change. “D-don’t lose control, Six. Don’t over drink me.”

  He hissed at her, flicking his tongue underneath her nipple as he feed even more fiercely. Not to be deterred. “I think you should stop,” she added. When she backed away, his hand left her ass and pressed between her shoulder blades, keeping her still with his cock remaining thick inside her. She thrust her hands in his hair, running her fingers through the strands.

  After a few minutes, his shoulders dropped, relaxing under her touch. A sign he neared feeding satiation. “I didn’t know you were hungry,” she whispered, kissing the top of his head.

  Sixten stopped, keeping his fangs inside her another minute, before sliding them out. A couple of licks to close the wound and a tender kiss later, he looked up at her with glowing eyes. “I don’t take well to being denied by my female.” Her blood smeared his teeth, his fangs dripping. “I’m learning to control myself with your…flavor, and if you recall, I only over did it once. You are mine. I don’t want anyone else in my mouth. It’s not about addiction, Blythe, or food you eat, such as a sandwich. Feeding is more than that. It’s about you and me. A communal we share, hopefully, daily. Together this way is natural for mates, the same as lovemaking.”

  “You want me to feed you daily?” If he could control himself, she had no problem. But she remembered that God awful anemia she suffered.

  “You want me to starve?”

  “No.” Something disconnected between her core and his penis, and then he eased her up, sitting her across his lap. “If I’m not immortal, how can I lose that kind of blood every day?”

  “I’ll…supplement, I guess.” He made a face as though he just stepped in dog shit. “But Dru said the Druid markings regulate your blood volume and other stuff.”

  “Don’t tell me what the other stuff is.”

  “Wasn’t going to,” he agreed, snagging his jacket off the deck before standing up with her in his arms. “Let’s get you inside. I had the kitchen stocked. All your favorites, so pick whatever.”

  And he would have remembered all her favorites. “I’ve never seen you eat food.”

  “I only want to eat you.” He wagged his brows, closing the side door with his mind.

  “Could you do it, eat food, I mean?”

  “Shifters eat food and often drink blood. Species only do blood.” He shrugged. “My mother is vampire. She raised me as one, so there was never food in the house.”

  “You’ve never tried anything, not even pizza?”

  “Not appealing.” He quickly passed through the kitchen, snagging a banana and bottled water.

  “Hey, two seconds ago, you said I could choose my food.”

  “This will tide you over for a bit,” he muttered distractedly, taking the stairs two at a time. “Kash arrived outside, needs to talk to me.”

  His jacket hit the dresser with a thud and she asked, “What’s in that, weapons?”

  “No, a family heirloom mother thought I might want. No biggie.” He handed Blythe the TV remote after he deposited her onto the bed, and then slung on a pair of board shorts in record speed. She couldn’t believe his body belonged to her. Mouthwatering. “I won’t be long, angel.” After a kiss, he misted outside.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  An Unexpected Change

  Blythe stared at the banana a minute then tossed it on the nightstand. She flicked on the TV and ignored the covers. Although she was naked, her skin felt flushed, overheated. Opening the bottle, she tossed the water back in three gulps while staring at the ceiling. “Ceiling fan spinning, check. Air conditioner is running, check. Why am I so hot?” And sleepy? Blythe yawned loudly, her eyelids fluttering before closing. Scant minutes later, she softly snored…and then new dreams followed.

  Run. Run. Run.

  A snarl, eyes looking back at her, Blythe jumped over a tree branch. “Clearly shouldn’t have wandered into the marsh!”

  Don’t look back!

  She didn’t have to, she could feel it closing in, his panting hitting her nape.

  “Mine!” it growled low, a claim that went deep within, touching her soul.

  “No way!” She reached the deck, stumbling up the stairs. “Stay away from me!”

  “Wake up, moja láska,” Sixten said, shaking her. “You’re having another nightmare.”

  She opened her eyes, staring into his face. “I’m so horny. I don’t know what’s wrong with me anymore.”

  “That would be a serious no, Angel,” he whispered, pushing away her roaming hand.

  “But it’s hard,” she moaned, pressing kisses across his shoulder while making another dash for his cock.

  “I’m perpetually hard around you,” he laughed, manacling powerful fingers around her wrist. “I told you that after everything we did last night, you needed rest.”

  Kash rolled over, wrapping his massive arms around her, his nipple rings tickling her back. “I smell what she needs, and it has nothing to do with resting.”

  A smile curved her lips. “And you’re going to give it to me, right?”

  “I would enjoy doing that and more during my breakfast.”

  Her smile dropped. “You don’t eat food…oh.”

  Kash distracted her by pressing his open mouth to the side of her neck. “It’s a mouthwatering pleasure, Blythe.” Instead of kissing her, he traced a succulent vein.

  Sixten’s lips touched the opposite side of her throat, mimicking Kash’s tongue, moving restlessly over her vein. He cupped her breasts, flicking her nipples with his thumbs. She offered her mouth to him. Sixten wasted no time thrusting his tongue inside, groaning and rubbing his blue-corded cock up her abdomen on a slow stroke. Kash clutched her tightly, sliding his pierced sex up and down her dark cleft.

  A hiss of desire left one of them, maybe both, one stoked from raw need. “Enough,” Sixten said, breaking off their kiss.

  “Not nearly,” she pleaded. Blythe’s head was spinning. His kiss literally intoxicated her. She shimmied against them, urging her men to quench her unimaginable need, so she wouldn’t spend the day suffering.

  “We’ll bring you to climax with our mouths and nothing more,” he said more firmly. “Last night, we were inside your body during mating. Although we took care and prepared it to receive us, I’m sure you are sore.”

  “Am not,” she snipped, but she lost her ire when Kash scraped her throat with his fangs. “That feels amazing, Kash. More.”

  “That looks amazing, Kash,” Sixten added, and, by the look on his face, Blythe knew she had him right where she wanted him. “Fine,” he agreed hoarsely. “I’ll check you.”

  “Check me?” She arched to Kash. He had one hand working her breast, two sharp fangs working her throat, and his circling fingertips dropped to her clitoris.

  “Yes.” Sixten lifted her leg and hooked her ankle around Kash’s calf. “You can still stroke her while I examine her.”

  She started laughing, but it came out husky. “You are no doctor.”

  “I told you that I’ve b
een alive for centuries.” He cocked a blonde brow, delving inside her juicy heat with gentle fingers. “I’m sure you will agree that I know my way around the female body, primarily yours.”

  “So you were a doctor in another lifetime?” She whimpered, bringing her hips up in offering.

  “No, but I played one on TV,” Sixten quipped absent-mindedly. “Hmmm, you’re not swollen or flinching, both good signs.” His voice dropped an octave. “So fucking tight, Blythe, what a gorgeous piece you are.”

  She started thrashing when he touched that hidden spot, which never failed to drive her to distraction. Kash picked that exact time to deliver a smack on her swollen clit, and she almost lost it. Sixten slowly removed his fingers, twirling them on the way out.

  Kash wasted no time driving in with one aggressive plunge after flipping Blythe on her stomach. “I cannot believe how good you feel, my mate.” He said after releasing his bite. Kash adjusted her thighs, widening them to cradle his hips. “I worship your body.” Sixten moved up, placing the damp tip of his penis in her mouth. She could fit the broad crown in, but nothing more. He stroked himself in time with Kash’s rhythm. “You are my temple,” Kash groaned in her ear, pressing a trail of kisses down the side of her throat while thrusting solidly between her legs.

  A sense of unease washed over her when his fangs returned to her throat. A split-second later, he had them buried in her vein, sucking on one end of her while stroking the other. In and out. Kash’s tongue fluttered between deep draws. Her eyes rolled back at the first spurt of Sixten’s release, salty and delicious on her tongue. Coherent thoughts left as a bolt of white-hot passion speared her body. Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling until Blythe nearly blacked-out. When relief slammed her body, Sixten ended with a final hot spurt, pumping inside her mouth, his thighs tensing and releasing with each pulsation. She swallowed his semen as pinpricks darkened her vision.

  “Control yourself.” Sixten grabbed at Kash’s coppery hair, and he released his bite, licking two puncture wounds closed.