Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage

by Talyn Scott

  “You’re very needy, drenched.” After securing her wrists with one of his hands, he continued making tiny circles over her swollen nub. “Let’s take care of that together, shall we?”

  “No,” she whispered, rocking her hips on his saddle. Stroking his cock through his pants with her sumptuous bottom, Rebecca’s ass was a sight to behold and a pleasure to feel. Nice and plush just the way he liked them. The Beta may have tasted you, but he’ll never get this. Ciaran longed to spank her again in the most erotic way. He eyed an accessible riding crop but figured it was much too soon for that.

  “Funny,” he murmured against her ear, “that really didn’t sound like your usual no.” Taking her hand, he placed his larger index finger over her smaller one, and they shoved inside together. “Feel that? It’s me touching you in a most cherished place,” he growled, biting the side of her neck and holding it while they pumped together, in and out.

  She broke out into a cold sweat as they circled, touching her g-spot together. Soaking him all the way to his wrist, Rebecca’s flesh was fully aroused and thickly swollen. He released her throat not bringing blood. She cried out nearing an orgasm, but he pulled their fingers from her. “Please!” she shouted hoarsely. “I need it!” When he didn’t comply, she brought her face to his, nipping his mouth in frustration.

  “In due time,” he chided, wiggling his finger in the corner of her mouth and breaking the hold her tiny canines had on his face. His wolf laughed at the kitten bite. “Just the way I need you,” he praised, wiping a trickle of blood that stained his face, “full of fiery lust. We’ll never be bored, you and I.”

  The beast panted, blowing hot breaths against her nape. Thrusting his fingers through her red silken mass, Ciaran dragged the remaining pins from her hair. The damp fall blanketed them in crimson satin. He wanted it all over his body. “Every way I take you, lass, this hair will be down, sliding over me and awakening my flesh for only you.” He fisted his hand in the back of hair, palmed her ass with his opposite hand and pushed her up the seat.

  “Feel the horn, my mate?”

  “Yeah,” her voice held a desperate question.

  Using his ankles, he parted her thighs further. Dragging his hand from her delectable ass, he parted her folds and brought her throbbing clit to the saddle’s horn. “Rub,” he demanded, directing her with his hand until she rode on her own. “Lovely, you are so fucking hot.”

  Two of his thick fingers pushed back inside her, and he kept them stationary while Rebecca rode his very hand. Grinding her tender flesh on the saddle’s horn, she groaned as he filled her with his long fingers. Tremors over powered her body and she rode faster, stiffer. “That’s it.” As she tensed to orgasm, he introduced his thumb to her back hole.

  Her body stuttered.

  “I don’t like it,” she complained, but didn’t slow her pace.

  “Hmmm, are you sure?” Her throaty moans told him otherwise, and he scented Rebecca’s embarrassment mingling with her sexy musk. “It is a darker scale of intimacy, and this will help you get used to the idea. After all, you have two males waiting to take you there,” he moaned right along with her. The quickening of her body strummed his beast. Tightening his sack, he might explode in his pants at any moment.

  Willing the remainder of his clothes away, Ciaran settled his thick cock on her back. With relentless precision, she brought herself high. Orgasmic bliss was a heartbeat away…for both of them. Ciaran’s balls were drawing so taut, he was positive they would shatter. Determined not to come before her, he pushed his thumb higher, twirling inside her silky ass.

  She clenched so hard, he thought his fingers were surely broken. The wildest animalistic sensation struck him when she cried out with her climax. He nailed her hard. Sinking canines in the delicate tendon between her shoulder and neck, he marked the fuck out of her.

  The beast wouldn’t let go.

  Ciaran came all over her back. Shooting and shooting and he thought it wouldn’t end. His cock spurted hot seed near volcanic proportions. Scorching jets of white lava flowed all over his female. Clearly marking her with his bite and his scent, the beast laid unmistakable ownership. No other male would ever second guess his claim…it was a tad noticeable.

  Mine.

  Release her neck, beast!

  Yielding, his werewolf drew back, leaving Ciaran to lick his bite. Sniffing her throat, he suckled the blood, slowing the flow with his innate abilities. Wrapping arms and legs around her, he pulled Rebecca off the saddle and settled her on his front before they hit the floor. Ciaran took the impact and shushed her when she tried to speak. “Hush, rest now,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head while wrapping his arms around her.

  An hour passed slowly but deliciously. Ciaran looked up at the rafters and sighed. He could have easily run with Rebecca through the rain, bringing her back into the main house. But where was the fun in that? She might’ve snapped out of her sex-induced frenzy and realized she still hated him. And the feel of her body, even now, as his mate dozed peacefully atop his chest, she invoked a unique tenderness he’d never had for a female.

  She was all sinuous curves, an innocent lover yet full of sensual sin. Every now and then, she’d wiggle. That’s when her soft skin stroked his thighs, his jutting cock, and his hammering chest. Her red tresses were everywhere, draping his torso as she drooled in the dip over his sternum…over his heart.

  My heart seeks yours.

  After all these centuries, it seemed implausible that this spitfire was his mate. Yet, there was no denying it, and he damn well didn’t want to. His wolf claimed, and he was more than happy with fate’s alignment. “The body wants,” he whispered, “the mind accepts and the heart follows. I think I’m already falling in love with you, lass.” He pulled her tighter in his arms, stunned with the depth of his emotions and terrified to lose her.

  I can’t lose you.

  Ciaran wanted to give her more pleasure. Not because common courtesy dictated mutual gratification between sex partners. It simply pleased him to please her. Something he’d by no means experienced before Rebecca. And the sight of her climaxing for him was the most beautiful thing he’d seen in his life. “I love the way you smell when you come. It’s my drug,” he said in a husky whisper against her head. Her skin burned under his roaming hands. “I love the way your body feels against mine. I want to feel you from the inside.” With considerable gentleness, he pushed her down towards his swollen cock.

  I will take you now.

  And that’s when the trouble started. His beast tried to push forward, possess him completely. Beneath the territorial feelings of inherent dominance, he reached for himself. “I’m here,” he panted. “I’m still right here.” Gasping, he clawed back at his Alpha. The first time shouldn’t be like this with her; he thought.

  “What is it?” Rebecca stirred drowsily.

  He didn’t need to check her readiness. Ciaran smelled it, savoring the sweet musk mixed with field flowers swirling in the air around them. And it wasn’t from the heat at all, but an invitation for him. “Finally, you crave me.” He glided his hands over her waist, curved his upper body around hers and spread her legs with his ankles.

  You are mine.

  Ciaran entered her from behind. Placing his broad head against her swollen pussy, he eased in just past his ridge and stopped. Rubbing his chin over the top of her head, he asked, “Okay?”

  “More,” she groaned, trying to bear down on him but he caught her with his hands.

  “Bad girl, for this time, I’m in control.” She seized his shaft eagerly, clenching with her core. Much too constrictive was her little opening, and as thoroughly soaked as she was; he couldn’t get a half inch in past his crown. Stopping, easing in, withdrawing, a cycle he repeated for a good five minutes.

  A very good five minutes.

  Her plump butt cheeks were thrusting against his pelvis, driving
him to the brink of insanity. He allowed her that much, but held firm to her middle. “Don’t go impaling yourself, lassie. I won’t have you running scared again.”

  “It feels so good…,” she groaned while sweat poured over them, both desperate to come this way. “What…what is that?”

  Rows of tribal infllxx bored through the underside of my penis. He simply said, “Piercings, lass. I’ll be careful, but if it’s too much now…”

  “There’s…silver…ah…are they…silver?”

  Keeping his pace steady, a feat in itself, Ciaran was still only half way inside the satiny walls of her tight body. So hot, so deliciously sumptuous. “Yes, otherwise my immortal healing would push them out. Just tell me if this hurts.” He pressed more of himself inside, couldn’t help it. Pre-come immediately left his cock. No way, he thought, could I be thinking of coming this soon. Taking his hand away from her waist, Ciaran brought practiced fingers through her soft curls and played with her bundle of nerves.

  I will not come without you.

  Rebecca rose up, shouting and bucking. He held her back down. “You will come now, Rebecca.” His cock took control, and his beast trailed a close second. Flipping her on her knees, he maintained his position inside her dripping pussy.

  Weighing a heavy palm between her shoulder blades, he lowered her upper torso and with the other, pulled up her sweet ass. And that’s when he went home. To her startled cry, he answered, “It’s all the way, my mate. Are you hurting?”

  “Oh…my… can’t…,” she screamed again.

  “Tell me,” he demanded, halting inside her. It was a difficult thing to do when he was buried balls deep in unbridled ecstasy. I want to pump myself into you. As his sweat poured off his chest, he gave her ass a little smack when she didn’t answer. Her comfort and safety was his priority and he wouldn’t move on without a go ahead from her lips. And it dawned on him that this kind of moment hadn’t occurred for him, where he felt he wasn’t himself, but he was…

  I am more with you.

  “No…no pain…feels…,” she broke off, unable to complete the sentence.

  Lowering his heavy frame over her lushly lithe one, Ciaran touched every part of her body with his – made sure of it. Hot skin stroked hot skin. Male claimed female. Panting in Rebecca’s ear, he demanded quietly, “Tell me who claims these walls.” Swiveling his pelvis, he circled broadly.

  “Ciaran,” she gasped. Her body tensing under his, he knew Rebecca approached an orgasm that positively frightened her. And she couldn’t let go. Hanging on the edge of her cliff, she wouldn’t allow herself to fall. Hearing her cries of shocked pleasure cranked him up. Causing his hips to work as a greased piston, his cock flowed in and out of her plump folds.

  I am home.

  Experiencing the extra rippling ridges inside her vagina that only full blood females possess, he bit the inside of his jaw to stem his release until he swallowed his own blood. Rebecca’s body would be a playground for a male of any species, immortal or not. But she would never share with anyone but her true mates, because Ciaran would kill any one that touched her this way.

  He groaned as he pulled out fractionally only to tilt and push back in against the left side, an angle that felt right with Rebecca, a move purely for them. “That’s it,” he praised as she shuddered beneath him, moaning as a drunken siren. “You drip for me sweetly.” He wet the pads of his fingers with her juices and smoothed her swollen clit, gently teasing it before he gave it a harsher flick.

  She exploded. So did Ciaran. His queen was mindlessly screaming, mad with what he gave her. Gripping, releasing, gripping, releasing, milking his cock with such intrinsic force he thought the pleasure killed him, and he’d stepped foot inside heaven. The stable turned on its side as tiny lights dotted the back of Ciaran’s lids.

  Have I ever climaxed this way?

  Balancing himself, he felt the ring of her cervix holding his head with a death grip. Reaching around her, he palmed her heavy breast and gave it a gentle squeeze as he waited for her to relax around him. “You were made for me; our bodies are for each other. You are a male’s dream, Rebecca, my transcendent sanctuary.” When his vision restored itself, his feeling of euphoria hadn’t left, but he was more in control.

  I want to stay inside you all day.

  Rebecca was just as replete, though her body struggled with aftershocks commanding her every breath. As she still panted quite breathlessly. After the sensations settled, Ciaran felt guilt for claiming her this way. In not much more than a fancy barn and with her positioned on the floor as she was. Their first time together did not befit the queen she now was. “I’m sorry,” his voice was solemn, yet unmistakably relaxed.

  I haven’t felt this way in centuries, if ever.

  Running his fingers through his hair, Ciaran put some longer strands behind his ear before he tenderly withdrew and turned her to face him. Whatever anger she expressed, he wanted to see it and meet it head on without being blinded by his too long hair.

  She opened her dreamy green eyes so full of astonishment. Her screams had ravaged her voice, but Rebecca croaked out the best she could, shaking her head absently. “I was never a girl drawn to the bad guys.”

  “Aye,” he tried not to laugh. “You did say the devil couldn’t take me on, but I guess you can.”

  She blinked, clearly unable to find the right words.

  “It’s time to go to bed, Rebecca.” Ciaran stood up with her in his arms. He clarified, “Our bed.”

  15

  Sanibel Island, Florida

  Blood pooled his wrists, trickling to the floor. In the Alpha’s trembling hand was a note dotted with his queen’s blood. She’ll return, it read. Quivering from rage, disbelief, and tamping down the Alpha beast, his deadly claws turned inward, piercing his palms. This situation was insurmountable. If anything happened to Tatum, and she didn’t return to him alive; he would seek a beheading, unable to live without her. His heart cracked through its center, lodging itself against his sternum, choking him from the inside. “I’ll never survive it,” he swore, swallowing invisible knots in his throat, “not without my love.”

  Jayce wasn’t sure where he went wrong. His mind was too fragmented to think clearly since the beast was taking over. Maybe he’d spoiled Tatum excessively, allowing her overt freedom usually not permitted a queen. She required unparalleled security. Jayce thought he provided her with that protection. Obviously, it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough now.

  What he did know was that they loved each other past the point of obsession, but love wouldn’t save her now. Only a war would, though he couldn’t sanction a war, unless he proved to all concerned who actually abducted the queen. Vampires were too smart to leave loose threads, and that’s what frightened Jayce the most. Yes, he was afraid. And soon, the beast would completely unleash itself.

  From behind, a tanned hand seized the note. Within seconds, harsh exhales blasted Jayce’s sweat-drenched nape. Rage was reborn, leaving no air in their bedchamber, only fire and nothing to breathe. “You gave your word,” Bren’s voice was thickly haggard. “She was protected with your guard; chosen and overseen by you - the fucking Alpha of North America.”

  Words couldn’t begin to describe their pain. Bren’s deafening roar cracked the sliding doors. Shattered windows and mirrors scattered their bedchamber. Traveling throughout the expansive property, Bren’s ferocity shook the walls. Jagged bits and fine powder littered his wake. Cold fury consumed him as his leash slipped. In the deadliest whispers, Bren asked, “Where’s Rock?”

  Before Jayce could answer, his phone rang. Without his astute hearing, he would’ve missed the weakened tone. Removing it from his pocket, he noticed the completely shattered screen due to Bren’s understandable outburst. It distorted the incoming number. Voice gone ragged, silently he pleaded for the answering voice to be Tatum’s. “Yes.”

  “She was her
e,” Gage barked. “She was here and now they’re gone.”

  “They,” Jayce tightened his grip, knowing who they were, “are gone.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Weeks have passed since I’ve sampled her blood, preventing a true hunt. After her scent abruptly broke off on the property,” Gage went on. “I’m rather certain she was misted, undoubtedly vampire involvement. I can definitely smell tinges, here and there, of one very powerful.”

  “Maestru powerful?” Jayce questioned.

  “Yep.”

  Bren heard the words and worked his nose, growling, “His scent is in my very bedchamber. Where I make love to what is mine.” Bren smelled everything in hyper speed, misting everywhere to scent if Maestru had raped his female. Baring his canines, Bren punched several holes in the wall with mounting frustration. He couldn’t stall the pursuing werewolf that sought the return of his mate.