Sanibel Surrender Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Five)

by Scott, Talyn

  "I'm here aren't I? Just give me the safe word. I know enough about this that I’m supposed to get one, right?"

  "Well, for your information, humans use safe words not immortals."

  "I'm not an immortal, remember?"

  "You will be soon, but, currently, you’re submitting to immortals. You trust us to set your limits and give you what you need. We can smell your adrenaline rush. We can also smell your fear. If any of those issues happen, we stop immediately. You said you trust us, Molly. Do you really?"

  "Of course, I trust you. I wouldn't be here if I didn't. So don't give me a damn safe word. I'll be fine without it."

  "And when you're screaming until your lungs burn, what then?"

  "I trust you to know my limits, to bring me to the ultimate pleasure."

  In the next instant, Heath reached atop the chest and lifted a black scarf. He brought it to her face, kissed her nose, and then secured it around her head, knotting it in the back. “I wish we had longer to play, that we didn’t have to leave soon. But we’ll make the most of this, consider it a warm-up session.”

  She couldn't see anything. When she held her hands out, she brushed his hard, male chest and let her fingers roam. Instantly, she realized Heath had chucked his clothes in werewolf speed. Behind her, Ail moved in, pressing his erection against her lower back, his body as naked as Heath’s was. Ail’s whiskered jaw brushed across the side of her throat, and then his tongue touched where he had marked her, circling until she shuddered.

  "Our lass tastes like sinful decadence," Heath said.

  She felt Heath slide down her body and place his mouth against her, licking her slowly, easing her clitoris out of its protective hood. Ail also slid down her body, scraping his canines all the way down her spine until his mouth found the crevice of her ass. Gently, he spread her cheeks.

  "What have we here?"

  She knew what was happening; both were elongating and thickening their tongues in order to tease her most private areas. Their collective scents were stroking her, feeding her hunger. When she moved, trying to run her hands through each of their hair or trying to touch the muscles rippling beneath their velvet skin, they abruptly stopped. A rattle sounded overhead, and in Ail and Heath’s eerily fast motions, she found herself chained from what she assumed was the ceiling and harnessed with velvet-lined handcuffs. She yanked a few times and felt the vibrations of the chain, heard its rumbling rattle so similar to when her males growled.

  In an authoritative tone that sent dark shivers down her spine, Ail demanded. “You will kneel.”

  "I'm not so sure about this," she complained. But neither of her werewolves said anything. She felt a hand encircling her wrist and checking her wrist cuffs. Then she heard satisfied grunts before they helped her onto all fours.

  “Show us what belongs to us and only us,” Heath spoke softly, though, also, his tone honed the blade of authority. Yes, yes, she craved their loving dominance in this exact way. What she thought was Ail’s foot, gently tapped the inside of each knee. “Spread them wide.”

  When she did, Molly felt a device anchor her knees apart. It wasn’t uncomfortable, yet it rendered her unable to squeeze her thighs. This experience of true immobility sent a dark shiver over her.

  “Look how she flushes for her males.”

  A reverberating growl and then, “My balls are heavy for her, laden with seed.” Four hands caressed every inch of her before she felt a strangely cold device fitted around her pelvis, similar to the way panties fit but it was hard and icy. With a ragged breath, Ail whispered against her ear. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  Gentle fingers brushed her dark crevice, delivering a large helping of lubricant. “It’s going in your luscious bottom, sweetheart. When you hear the click, breathe in and push down, the same way you did when Heath claimed your ass.”

  He sounded a little too excited and this made her nervous, so she slowed her breaths and nodded. A cold pressure touched her anus and entered her slowly. When she heard the click he spoke of, she breathed in and pushed down, just as he instructed. Inside her rectum was a phallus of some sort and it was attached to the close fitting device wrapped all around her pelvic area. However, she was aching in her vagina, feeling emptier since her backside was so thickly filled. With hands yet again roaming her body, she could hear her males’ collective breathing becoming faster, choppier as they both reached beneath her breasts and suckled her nipples so hard that she cried out in pleasure pain. Nimble fingers quickly worked attachments to her freshly sensitive peaks. And when they removed their hands and mouths, her breasts nearly slammed to the floor.

  “Look how they hang, Heath, all weighted and stretched. I could spend all day simply sliding my cock between them.”

  With the pull of her breasts and the simulated cock shoved high into her backside, her needful ache in her very core escalated. “Please.”

  “She doesn’t trust us to see to her needs. Maybe we should help her stifle her pleas.” The tip of a wet cock brushed across her cheek, and she couldn’t help but to turn toward it, opening her mouth. “Take this, take me, Molly,” Ail maintained his commanding tone. “Open as wide as you can. Let me see. No, wider, that’s it. I’m going to ride your mouth, Molly, but I swear I’m going to end this playtime right in your ass.” He pressed until the head of his cock slipped past her lips. “Take me all the way to the back of your throat. When I start pulling out, suck me as hard as you can.” He hit the back of her throat, and she reminded herself to breathe through her nose and not to panic. “Now,” he demanded gruffly. She sucked with all her might, bringing his smoothly ridged flesh back inside, bobbing him in and out. He groaned, and to her side, she heard what sounded like Heath masturbating.

  “What a blessed mouth, her lips are all stretched around your thickness, straining. I don’t know how you stand it, Ail. But the sight is one to behold.”

  A short two minutes passed before he pulled away. Though her hands were cuffed and she couldn’t touch him, she could sense his thighs trembling and she wiggled in her restraints. With her movement, the phallus felt heavy and prominent in her backside, reminding her of how sensitive she remained elsewhere.

  “Suck Heath’s balls, not his cock,” he whispered in a distorted voice.

  The weight of Heath’s cock pressed against her nose and forehead as he lifted himself for her to suck his balls. The size comparable to the rest of him, she loved the feel of the course flesh, the extra crisp hairs abrading her tongue. All too soon, he pulled away. “Remove her cage. I cannot take another moment of depriving myself.” They were depriving themselves? Surely, it was the other way around. She licked her lips, tasting both of them, sensing her mouth stretched after their prodding.

  Expertly, they removed what she heard Heath refer to as the cage, and when the hard phallus moved from her bottom, she felt her muscles fighting against it, trying to suck it back. Hoisting her arms high overhead, someone positioned Molly on her feet and she trembled with excitement. She couldn’t wait for both to fill her. Next, the bar was removed. Lifted from behind, her legs were draped over what felt like Heath’s monstrous shoulders as he kneeled before her. When she felt the silky slide of his hair over her thighs, she moaned low and throaty, sensing he was up to something.

  Chapter Twenty

  They removed the weights from her breasts, and she went into a demanding convulsion, gasping for air, trembling with the exhilarating rush of blood that accompanied it. “That…was…incredible.”

  Ail started stroking her ass from behind with two or three fingers. However many, it felt like a lot. And his warm hands were much better than a cold and impersonal toy. She wanted his hands on her, in her, and commanding her. He was deep inside her anus, stroking, when out of nowhere, Heath scraped her inner thigh at a particularly tender spot and bit down. She felt her vagina clenching, similar to an orgasm but it didn't quite reach that pinnacle. In her state of shock, she realized that he was feeding from her in the wa
y the vampire had. Ail seemed to be touching every part of her body, overlooking nothing, as one hand continued to fuck her ass leisurely. In a smooth transition, he pressed the front of his body against her and she arched back as he entered her from behind. With not his fingers, this time, but his large erection.

  "Molly, feel me.” He pushed in all the way, sliding with the help of the remaining lubricant, fitting perfectly. “This is the first time of my taking you this way.” She fought not to clamp down on him. Yet. “Can you feel how close we are?”

  "I can feel every inch of your heavy sex, Ail. The bumps, the ridges, and the throbbing veins, I love the texture of you." Already, she neared a forceful, climax. With Ail taking her from behind and Heath sucking and licking her sex, she had no chance of escaping it. Both were growling fiercely as though they were wild animals fighting over a kill. All the while, Ail continued grinding her backside as Heath went back to sipping her blood.

  She yanked on her chains right when Ail pressed his palm against her belly, holding her steady. For what? Before she knew what was happening, Heath scraped his canines up-and-down her labia, the force of his actions growing stronger and stronger and stronger, until the burning nearly eclipsed the pleasure. Right when she cried out, her vagina brutally clamping, a piercing pain went through her clitoris. Thereafter, she walked the edge of agony and of unadulterated pleasure.

  Ail increased his thrusts, rotating his hips as he spun his cock counterclockwise. Molly had no idea what she was saying, but she knew that she was screaming. She never wanted him to stop. Right when she finished convulsing, when she could feel the liquid literally running down her still empty vagina, Heath stood up in front of her and threaded his cock straight through her emptiness, going all the way to her womb. Ail followed suit, pressing all the way inside her backside. They both stayed there, keeping her full, one in the front and one in the back. Greedily, Heath kissed her and she tasted her musky arousal and the coppery tang of her blood. He delved deep, his mouth hungry for hers, and then started moving his cock with Ail’s in opposite strokes. The way that they had worked her body in the bath, though, this time was far faster.

  Ail turned his cock to the side, at an odd angle, further stretching her rectum. A diversion, she realized, when he reached down and bit her on the shoulder. He plunged his canines deeply as the three maintained a passionate friction elsewhere. One ripped off her blindfold before she met the silver eyes of not exactly Heath, but his werewolf. She blinked a few times, watching as he shifted behind Heath’s irises. If she thought his Beast smiled at her then, she wouldn’t call herself delusional. Instead of feeling frightened, she only felt protected. In a sense, she had four males, not two. With his ginormous arms wrapped around her and Ail, he pumped her full of his hot semen, staring down at her with startling possessiveness. In that moment, Molly knew that even if she had a fleeting thought of leaving Heath, his werewolf would never allow it, that she wouldn’t get very far. Shaking her head nimbly, she realized, as he wrung the last orgasm out of her, she would never want to leave. Ail released his bite and screamed out his orgasm, calling her name and shaking plaster from the ceiling. She could have sworn that she heard him say that he loved her. But she wasn’t sure.

  When their breathing slowed, Heath kept her elevated as Ail released her arms. He rubbed both wrists and then placed gentle kisses on the inner sides of them, right over her tender veins. She shivered when she saw his large black claws, but said nothing. Without saying a word, Heath carried her over to a leather-covered table, placed her face up, and spread her thighs. Both stood at the foot of the table and stared up at her. One male pushed a leg high, while the other did just the same. From there, she could feel their cream oozing out of her.

  “How delicious is that?” Heath said huskily. “Ail, do you have it?”

  Ail snagged his discarded shorts and pulled out a small velvet bag. He opened it and produced a tiny ring with an attached tribal boring, the ball mimicking the intricate design of one of Heath and Ail’s piercings.

  “This isn't required, lass,” Heath explained. “You don't have to wear this if you don't want. In this way, Ail and I have chosen a more traditional route when personally adornin’ you. The decision is yours, though it would be our honor if you would accept a matchin’ borin’.”

  She gasped. “For me? You're putting it on me?”

  “Yes,” Ail replied. “Heath pierced your clitoral hood before he took you. The slight pain is over and it will slide right in, if you’re accepting. For centuries, males have foregone this tradition. Recently, Rock reestablished it with his beloved mate. It’s a specific piece marked for possession, but it also aids in sexual stimulation. Can you imagine how much pleasure you would receive when wearing it? When we brush up against you as we ride you hard or suckle your swollen clit?”

  Molly looked between the two of them, both staring back at her with utter adoration. “Yes, please, I want this.” She nodded. “Thank you.”

  With careful movements, Heath eased her own boring inside the fresh hole he’d made with his canines, and it didn’t hurt one bit. Ail, with a look of pure pride, flicked it around with the back of his claw. She felt a jolt all the way to her womb. She groaned, thrashing her head back and forth, her long hair sliding off the edges of the table. “We’ll never get pertinent things taken care of, if you keep that up.”

  Mason called from the hallway, “Fuckall, Ail, we’ve all been trying to call you!”

  “Don’t step another foot closer or I’ll have to kill you. I’m done with everybody putting their eyes on what’s mine!”

  His footsteps slowed. “With the way you guys have been going at it night and day, no one’s demanding Rights to Mate anymore. Anyway, something has changed and we’ve been called to a Joint Faction Meeting. Hell, we should’ve shown up at Marco Island fifteen minutes ago.”

  The seriousness of the moment washed over her, casting a shadow on the pleasure they just shared. “Are you going to be okay, Ail? Can I come with you?”

  “Yes, I’ll be fine No, you cannot attend, but thanks for that show of support.” He closed those navy blues for a moment. “You’re always supporting me. I want to deserve you every day. Somehow, I will.”

  “You will? You do,” she said, leaning up to pull him in for the tightest hug she could muster. He wrapped those big arms around her. “I meant what I said. I’m falling for you, Ail Ruyter.”

  He pulled back, brushing her hair from her eyes in a smooth caress. “I knew you couldn’t resist me, Molly Ballbuster.” After a gentle kiss, he whispered, “I gotta get to this meeting.” He shrugged with a forced casualness. “My second one, so it’s old hat, right?”

  “Right,” she said with the same forced casualness, watching as he misted away. She heard him rummaging in the back bedroom, obviously dressing before he left. She forced it back, clenching her hands on her lap.

  After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Heath kissed her knee. “He’s gone now, lass.” Without another word, he cradled her tightly against his chest – her safe haven, and Molly simply broke down.

  ***

  After nearly forty-five minutes, Ail lowered himself on one of the many unused aluminum chairs. And if the rickety fucker kicked out and he face-planted in front of his fellow Pack males, his brothers, and his natural born enemies – the leeches, he didn’t give a rat’s skanky ass. He didn’t think his legs could hold him up much longer, better them see him fall than faint.

  If the Vampyr Vojaks insinuated to Heath that they were going to get to the bottom of this Extol thing, they sure weren’t backing their pretty promises with words. But what did he expect? An absolution wasn’t going to happen, and in a few days, he would be forced into a Blood for Blood court, the same as dying.

  The Gryph’s widow showed up, baring her fangs at him every time he looked her way. So he stopped looking. It wasn’t his fault that her dumbass mate struck a deal with the dark side, not that any side in the vampire world was, indeed, l
ight. But even they had some type of lines they shouldn’t cross, right? At least, that was a logical notion. A sense of decency and morality wasn’t that hard to dig up so long as you looked in the right place.

  He took a deep breath, sitting on his claws. Bane was arguing with Maestru, when in walked who Ail figured could only be the Prince of Vampires. All Vampyr Vojaks immediately dropped to the floor, kneeling on one knee, immediately contrite. It was a sight to remember. And if he wasn’t so nauseas, he would have laughed. Maestru, on the other hand, only bowed his head. Ail figured it was a show of ranking, but, right now, he couldn’t give two shits.

  Ignoring everyone, the prince approached Ail. He would never bow to anyone other than his Alpha – and Jayce never required that of his Pack males – so he stayed seated. He wouldn’t beg someone for his life if he knew, in fact, that creature would still refuse him. And his inborn Were refused to grovel at a vampire’s feet, no matter who that vampire was.

  When they were sharing the same breath, the vampire lowered his weird eyes, their color similar to butterscotch, and raked him from head to toe. “You killed one of my Gryphs and severely crippled the other. And you have the gall to sit before me while I stand.”

  Ail waited a beat, figuring Prince Volos had something to add to that but he stayed quiet. When he opened his mouth, Bane interjected. “Whose orders do your Gryphs follow, Prince Volos?”

  The prince spun, hissing in the way of vampires, his power crackling like a livewire. When he reached Bane, a thunderous yet familiar voice resounded in the small, underground cavern. “I was just about to ask the same thing.” Jayce Jordan walked in, his stance deceptively casual. “Volos, I’m wondering why you would hold a meeting without inviting me. But, hey, I’ve been wondering a lot of things lately, when it comes to you.”