by Scott, Talyn
“You’re not going to bite me, are you?” He’d almost killed her from that.
“I want to so badly.” He was fixated on her pink flesh. “Look how wet you are for me.” Sixten inhaled deeply, drawing her scent into his body and curling his tongue around his left fang. “We will condition me to your incredible flavor, bit by bit. I will learn restraint, since I want to feed only from you as long as Dru says you’re able. Relax, and I will show you how pleasurable it is between mates.”
He was on her, burying her body under his hot, heavy weight. “Do you want me, Blythe? I smell that you do.” He pressed his thumbs on her center, spreading her open before thrusting his stiffened tongue inside, mindful of his claws.
“Oh, yeah, Six, I want you.” Sixten scraped his fangs over the hood of her clitoris before pulling it back, and then suckled voraciously as she screamed out his name in a climatic benediction. “God, Six…so good…” Her body bowed off the bed, tightening right before it released violently. He gave her no time to recover. His tight hips pressed between her quivering thighs as his blunt head dipped inside.
She was dripping for him, but she tensed when she felt the second ridge push through. He stared down at her with his sex-slicked mouth and encouraged her to take all of him. “Relax into it. You’re very responsive to my shifter – open for us.”
Her body throbbed and clenched under his commands, losing itself in his sensuality - his alien side. His voice distorted, but she still understood him. “You are precious to us…we’ll, oh, uh, care for you always,” he groaned while closing his eyes and clenching those straight white teeth. Large, elongated fangs stabbed his whiskered chin.
The third ring passed through, and then she really tightened on him, burning and stretching around his thick stalk. Sixten took her hand and placed it where they joined. “Feel us together?” He slid another inch, stinging in a very good way. “Love me. Now. Let me have everything.” Then he was all the way in, balls pressing against her while holding still. Sweat dripped down, flowing in sensuous rivulets over his sexy body. Her face was under his chest, and she listened to his pounding heart while running her wet tongue over his flat nipple.
Sixten threw his head back, corded muscles straining down his throat, shoulders bunched and poised to pounce with fangs catching the light. She exploded at the sight of him, though he remained still while deeply rooted inside her. Her flesh gripped every solid inch of his length until she thought his cock would shatter under the sheer force of her clenching. “It’s too much.”
“Not nearly,” he hissed, while sliding all the way out and starting in again. Slowly. Friction fed friction, she screamed from the contact, the too-full sensation, clawing him as he growled his approval. That’s when he grew dark above her – black seduction, appearing inky as a nighttime storm cloud, but still in his corporeal form.
“What’s happening?”
Warmth encircled her as he thrust on, overheating her body, rushing through her before cooling her down. A velvet tongue flicked her pulse, as her channel tightened around him again. Stroking, stroking, and stroking her inner walls, while his tongue continued on her pulse. She heard herself cry out as he hissed over her throat.
Sixten bit down, pinning her to the bed as he picked up an incredible pace.
Inside her body, he pounded with his hot, hard cock. At her vein, he drank greedily, cupping her jaw and pulling her closer. Teeth scraped her sensitive neck, as he savored every drop with a flickering tongue. His soft moans of approval contrasted the sounds of heavy flesh smacking flesh.
She closed her eyes as he swallowed and gasped when he switched techniques, circling wide inside her. His tripled-crowned cock unturned everything within her, throwing her over an unknown precipice she feared. Those blue cords stiffened, rolling over her soft ridges with every thrust and just the right amount of abrasion before they initiated a soft, rhythmic suctioning. “What…oh, what…is that?” She dug her heels in his muscled ass. Too much pleasure, she had to get away. So overpowering.
“Lose control,” he pulled up, growling until her body vibrated with his, both trembling together as they fell apart in one another’s arms. “Let us have you.”
Moments passed – maybe minutes or possibly hours. Sixten became him once more, inky cloud to golden flesh, staring down at her as if she were the only thing that mattered in the world. And she had to openly admit that she couldn’t walk away from him either, never again. So Blythe said the words he wanted to hear. The ones she wanted to say. The ones buried behind a heartfelt commitment she’d avoided for far too long. “Six, I really do love you.”
“I know.” His eyes closed tightly as he swallowed thick emotion. “God, I know it.”
Chapter 21
Sixten had finally given in and allowed her to go back to her apartment to collect her things, of course, with him in tow. Conveniently, the Weres agreed to meet her downstairs at the club. Ryan was pushing off the opening an hour to accommodate everyone’s schedule.
She smiled over at her domineering Sixten. She didn’t want a Neanderthal, never expected to ask permission for this and that. But as far as her safety went, Sixten was caveman and highland lord rolled into one. She understood his protectiveness, even appreciated it somewhat, especially considering what she now understood was ‘out there’. And if she ever thought about forgetting, Sixten would pointedly remind her how his brother easily collected her in a dark alley while on her way home from work. Only by Rave’s mercy did she fall into Sixten’s hands due to the fact that Rave seemed to have some bargain with an obscure entity. One that enabled him to do anything, anywhere, and at any time, he wanted.
And wasn’t that a pleasant thought?
“I’m sorry about…leaving suddenly,” she said after hearing Ryan step inside the door. Blythe recognized his breathing patterns and the gait of his walk for a lifetime now. “You must’ve been worried.”
He spoke to Sixten instead, “You wanna give us a minute, Six?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to give you a minute later?” She narrowed her eyes at him and placed both hands on her full hips, drawing his attention to a place he loved to hold on to…and bite…for hours. She could feel his intense sexual arousal directing itself straight at her and she fought not to gasp in front of her friend. She raised a brow as if to say ‘marking your territory’ in front of Ryan?
His lip lifted at the corner while he unhurriedly slid off a metallic-coated leather bomber revealing a tailored, white oxford shirt that fit his form muscle by muscle. He threw his jacket over the back of her ratty sofa and sauntered out the door. Before he closed it, he took a quick look over his shoulder and caught Blythe eyeing his fine ass covered in distressed, skinny jeans that should be outlawed now that he’d worn them. At least, other men should be embarrassed to wear them in his presence. There wasn’t anything skinny on that man, especially what hung quite heavily between his legs. He’d worn them for her, no doubt, wanting to keep her eyes on him and him alone. His plan worked brilliantly, just as his body did.
“It’s hard for a man to compete with perfection.” Ryan snapped her out of it, clicking the door closed.
“You were never competing with him or for me. What were you doing?”
“I can’t exactly say.”
“Because I’m not one of you or because you weren’t acting in best friend capacity?” She chewed her bottom lip when it trembled. “At least, since I moved back here.”
“You’ve met Maestru?”
“Yeah, we’re not exactly chums.”
“Then please understand why I’m not allowed to explain.”
She nodded. “Days like these, I look back and see a friendship that was built on deceit.” She stared at the boxes filled with most of her old clothes and knickknacks. Inconsequential items that didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. At one time, she thought they had, but not so much anymore.
“Because I never told you I was a vampire. Take that omission away
and look at my actions. They speak of a true friend. One that doesn’t want to let go of what we have.”
He ran his eyes over her, but it wasn’t the same way Six did. It was typical-man style, a glance of carnal appreciation. The way any guy strolling along admired her and any other woman that passed by him later – foolish romanticism on the female’s end, hot need on the male’s – and nothing more.
Ah, but when Six looked at her in carnal appreciation, his eyes told a different story, his soul shone through lacing all hot looks and dirty thoughts with pure passion and interminable love. By God, she was so glad she was with him again – wholly relieved. No one else would ever do.
No one would ever measure up.
“I’m not letting go of our friendship.” She stepped into the bathroom and removed brushes and hairclips from the drawers. “I’m just trying to understand what you’re not telling me.”
“Don’t try so hard to understand things you can’t be told.”
She made an impatient sound and lifted a tube of blood-red lipstick. She pulled off the cap and went to work on her lips. “How long have you kept secrets from me, Ryan?”
Instead of answering, he asked, “How can I set your mind at ease, Blythe?” He stepped into the doorway and took up all of her space. Ryan was as big as Six, but she’d place bets he wasn’t nearly as powerful.
“Do you think I’m something other than human?”
“I can’t answer that.”
She pushed past him, stomping into her old bedroom and slamming the door. “Can’t or won’t?” she asked while slipping off her clothes. Ryan shuffled his big body around in the tiny hall. She heard his sighs, almost heard his internal gears slugging along while wondering how far he could push her before he broke all their lifelong connections. His weight pushed against the door and she fought not to open it on a surprise attack, landing him flat on his ass in a childish but very fulfilling move on her part.
She’d pulled an emergency outfit out of her closet the moment she’d gotten there and hidden it on the back of her bedroom door, away from Six’s prying eyes. After seeing him in those painted on jeans, she felt the need for her own ammo. Silly as it sounded, she was still as jealous as he was. The restart of their relationship was too fresh. Some wounds were still open. And if a cream mini dress made entirely of soft leather placed her on nearly equal footing with Six, then so be it.
Her bronze coloring had come back somewhat. She stared at her image in the long mirror screwed to the back of her door, and saw the glint of happiness that hadn’t been in her eyes in ages. I love you, Six.
Ryan rattled the doorknob.
“I’m changing.” She yelled through the wood. “Six is taking me to dinner after this so-called meeting.”
“I’m sorry to see you pack your things.”
“I’ll be out of your hair.”
“I’ve always tried to protect you, sweetheart,” he whispered softly on the other side, but she heard.
“In a way, I understand, and I appreciate what you had to do. Though I want honesty from this day forward, Ryan, total honesty, okay?”
The thought of meeting with werewolves made her stomach sick, so she concentrated on her man. Sixten was downstairs waiting for her to wrap up her packing. After she had her illustrious meeting, they were going to enjoy a normal date at a fine, romantic restaurant by the river that housed an awesome band and an overbuilt veranda as a dance floor - just the two of them.
And a lot of guards.
She pressed the dress with her palms. Angular seams ran down the sides, paralleling her larger curves perfectly before settling mid-thigh with a hem that was simply rebellious. She slipped into the matching thigh-high stiletto boots made entirely in suede. Although they covered most of her legs, the flesh that peeked between the dress and the boots was a flash of pure eroticism and she couldn’t wait to see Six’s face when he got a load of her. She opened the door and slid past a gaping Ryan before making her way to the street.
Although he had many modes of transportation, Blythe suggested Sixten drive his rebuilt 1963 Corvette Stingray. By the gleam on his face, she’d picked his favorite. It was loud and sexy as hell, just as Six had been when he was climaxing over her in the bed earlier. Apart from the neck ache that accompanied riding in such a fast car with such a fast man, she’d had one of the best days of her life, bouncing from shop to shop all over the islands with the man of her dreams.
Sixten had spoiled her rotten, though she didn’t want any of it, she only wanted him. But his smile stretched wide as she ooh’ed and ah’ed over every purchase, and they kissed madly until her stomach clenched with need. All she wanted was his love, and he wanted to give her love and the world alongside it.
He was standing by his car. The sight of him turned her heart over, until she saw the livid expression on his face. There was pure savagery haunting his eyes. It moved with his stride as he neared her and pushed blazing lust through her body. Though unsure, Blythe stopped herself from taking a step back. As divided as she was in her reasoning to hide or stand her ground, she didn’t want to be afraid of him in any of his capacities, forms…or moods.
“What are you wearing?” He asked in clipped tones. “That’s not the outfit I bought you.”
She knew his feelings weren’t hurt, or his pride. “You don’t like it?”
“You are trying to provoke me.”
That made her take step back.
He followed her movements, dipping his head and brushing her cheek with his mouth, lingering for a second before saying, “Do not attempt to make me jealous, Blythe.” A warning. “I can have you under me, barley speaking and entirely incoherent without using any of my endorphins or coercions – only my body.”
“Hold on,” she said, flattening her palms on his chest.
“I am a mated male. I am dangerous when other males are around you. Think about that before you walk out dressed in such a manner, tempting others and putting their lives at risk just to get a rouse from me.” He bit her ear, and then sucked it hard. “Or do you mind if they die?”
“You started it,” she mumbled, not intending to fight, but she couldn’t think straight.
“Oh, yeah?” He breathed in her scent. “How did I start it?” A firm hand on her bottom…squeezing.
“The pants,” she whispered, fire curling in her stomach. “Stop wearing tight pants.” She wrapped her fingertips around his waistband, tugging. “I don’t want women ogling you. Ever.”
“Good. I only want you ogling me,” his low, sexy voice rumbled against her ear, sending shivers over her skin.
“Please, let’s go back up to the apartment alone, just for a while.”
Abruptly, he pulled away to stare down at her. “They’re here.”
“Oh.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “Great.”
Fifteen minutes later, Blythe peered at Bane Ruyter through her dark lashes. His Beta beast was at bay. So everyone said. But if she thought that he was intimidating several yards away from her while working his werewolf the other night, she was wrong. Up this close, sitting across the table from her with his unbelievable blue eyes, she figured he was an axiomatic Trojan horse: Death wrapped inside an inhuman sculpture. Very pretty to look at, but he was coming to get you sooner or later. And the later wouldn’t be pretty at all.
“Thanks for meeting with me,” his deep voice echoed unquestionable authority.
Me? Half of the supernatural community was waiting outside the doors of Six Feet Under. Apparently, no one would agree on anything until Sixten promised to square things away at his father’s office located a few blocks down. And stay there until he was called back. Not that he couldn’t poof in anytime he wanted, but he agreed nonetheless - only because he had every available vampire on security detail, which included the almighty Maestru.
“Yeah, well, let’s get this underway.” Blythe had freaked out when she walked in. Since the club was closed, it offered tremendous accommodations for everyone ‘other’ to c
ram around the tables, dance floors, and even behind the bar. Not to mention, all eyes were on her.
When they weren’t, vampires hissed at the werewolves, and werewolves growled at the vampires. It was high school all over again, only with limitless creatures who could throw entirely too much death and destruction around while groused by childish, angry whims. So she figured if they could toss Sixten out, everyone else could haul ass except for Bane. She crossed her arms and tapped her booted toe on the floor until the last immortal left, standing proud that she got her way for once.
“You understand that you were recognized by our pack years ago.”
She stared at him, blue-black hair and bronzed skin like her own. Except for their eyes, they looked more like siblings than she and Anthony. “Yeah, I’d rather get to the current situation, though. I think a war’s about to break out any minute, and I don’t want to be the cause of it.”
“You wouldn’t be.” He splayed his large hands on the dark tabletop, watching her intently. “Maestru would.”
A tense moment filled the air before she said, “Well, I know better than to discuss him with you.”
“Good.” Bane almost smiled while assessing her. “Intelligence can keep you alive.” He sharpened his perusal. “But I’ll train you to fight.”
“I’m not playing the ‘who can keep me alive the longest game’. I’ve taken care of myself for quite a while now, and although things have been weird lately.” She wouldn’t discuss the Habalines or Rave with the Beta. “I won’t always depend on a man or male or group of beasts to do that for me. I will be with someone because I choose to – not due to what they can or cannot give me, including bodily protection.”
“Well said.” He rubbed his whiskered jaw. “However, in our world - your true world - you are a Were. In that world you answer to your pack leaders.”
“The vampires disagree with you.” She shrugged indifferently, though she felt otherwise. “They say I am something other.” She wasn’t going into the logistics of what the other was, either. If he knew –fine. If he didn’t – she wasn’t telling.