Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage

by Talyn Scott

  “Greedy,” he groaned as she pulled his neglected erection out of his open zipper. “You are the queen of multitasking,” he rasped against her ear. “What did you find down there, Becca?”

  She hummed against his throat, drawing frantically. She was seriously getting to him. “Ah, you’re cranking me up, baby.”

  The bed dipped beside them. Ciaran braced his head on his palm and leaned in, pushing his opposite hand inside his jeans and squeezing. Whispering to Blade, he asked, “Have you ever bedded a female werewolf – a pure blood?”

  “Only humans,” an edgy whisper back. “If this is some lesson on how to fuck, believe me, I don’t need it.” Why would he want to discuss his past sex life in front of his mate? Pissing her off wasn’t going to help him come. Ciaran’s timing was way off, and Blade’s dick was calling for Rebecca’s full attention.

  “Hmm,” Ciaran trailed a finger down Rebecca’s throat and said, “They feel quite different than you’d expect, especially after only partaking of humans. What I experienced with Rebecca being my mate and a pure blood, well, let’s just say that you may lose control even with the mystic gifts I’ve bestowed upon you a moment ago.” Ciaran raked a hand through his midnight hair, fixating on Rebecca with a look of pure obsession.

  Blade was right there with him. Apparently, neither would have to be embarrassed if they shot off too fast, but he was still hopeful he’d last the first round or two while keeping his pride intact. You’ll know who’s inside you, baby.

  When she withdrew and looked up at him, Rebecca’s pupils were dilated and eyes glazed with sexual hunger. “Why are you two talking about me when I’m right here?” She pulled away from his cock, too.

  Ciaran angled his head to the side, as if listening to something. “My Beta is waiting in my den to speak with me. Normally, I wouldn’t leave our mated bed for any circumstance barring an emergency, but I feel that it might be urgent.” He nipped at her bottom lip the way Alphas warned their mates. “But I’ll return shortly. Expect me to take you again, my queen. I’ve watched you sleep in my bed all night, and you should have your strength back since the heat is waning.”

  Rebecca stared at Ciaran for several long seconds. It wasn’t necessarily a standoff between the two, but maybe some type of confusion she couldn’t see through. But Blade felt uncomfortable with her tension and tried to intervene as was his place to do so. “What’s fate, Rebecca? Something you can change?” He traced his finger over her plush lower lip. “This has been a hell’s ride for you, for us. Even so, one of your God-given mates is Ciaran, no denying it.” He hiked his brows. “And fate sure as shit had a strange way of getting us all together. So if you can’t meet him half the way like I have, meet him part of it.”

  With firm gentleness, Blade pushed Rebecca’s head near Ciaran’s and asked her to kiss him before he misted away. She did. And watching the two of them lip locked did wondrous things for his libido. In fact, it didn’t escape Blade’s notice that her arousal scent thickened the air the minute Ciaran’s lips touched hers.

  17

  “Listen, Becca, I’m not going to release the wolf on my own. But he may flash here and there. Maybe go mid-trans, I don’t really know. I’ve never been with any female Were, so I can’t say for sure. Though, I want your trust. And it would suck to have you afraid of me.” Staring down at her, Blade saw Rebecca taking a visual over his body while running a soft hand down his happy trail. “When you look at me that way, baby, baring your hunger to my gaze; I want to run my face all over your body. Lap at your sex until you scream my name, because I must taste what belongs to me.”

  Yours.

  Take what’s yours.

  Tugging at her robe’s sash, he demanded, “Take this off.”

  “Can you give me a second…or,” she glanced at him uneasily.

  “No.”

  “But…”

  “I thought you and I worked through the bashfulness in the shower, baby. I’ve already seen you, Becca. Loved the way you look, waiting for more of the same show with bigger action. Let’s go with that.” He tore the robe clean off of her. Licking dry lips, he tried not to but growled anyway. Startling them both with the werewolf’s need, his appetite was increasing. “Shyness is overrated, a clear interference.” A voice distorted with the beast.

  “I’m not used to…so much…of this,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip. Her embarrassment permeated the room.

  “I apologize for overwhelming you, but that’s what happens on honeymoons, right?” He placed her hand on his chest and his on hers. “You’re mine, baby. I told you before, I would die for you.” He shook the animal down somewhat. “From this moment on, it’s just you and your mates in this bedroom…and a lot of other places yet to be named. We’re only comfortable when you’re at ease. We all have different points of power in this relationship that we’ll support one another with. Even so, you have the greatest power over us all. You center the three.”

  Then very slowly he put his mouth against her pouting lip and brought it between his teeth. Sucking her lip a few moments before he pulled back and spoke softly, “We’ve known each other all our lives and the emotions are there for us, breaching the surface. But Ciaran, yeah, you’ll have to work through those lingering issues you have with him.” Blade brushed his mouth across her forehead. “I’ll help you with that. Nothing good comes easy, and this is more than good. No matter what, we’ll build up some kind of trust, Red Becca. We’ll work it out, starting now.” An order he tried to soften, but an order regardless. He would protect and provide for her every need, and she would expect him to do so. Blade would make her proud to be called his.

  Mark her.

  Agreed, Blade snarled back, when we’re inside her.

  Loosening her grip around his neck, Blade stood up and willed off his jeans. Commando and proud, he stretched muscled arms overhead, pushing out his barreled chest. Excitement lit this time and his werewolf was posturing. Standing in front of her, he showed off his lengthy erection, heavy balls, and a substantial male body capable of keeping her well pleasured.

  He would sate his mate’s every need every single day for eternity. Even his heart called to her, rhythmic and fast. My heart is calling you. His beast begged Rebecca to admire, clearly showing out. Willing her to lose the jitters about mating with two sizable males and think more in the lines of what all their weight pressed against her softly lush body would really feel like when they were pumping inside her. Muscles rippled – three times as large, cock thickened and bulged, canines erupted fully and claws broke free.

  Rising to her knees, Rebecca pursed her lips and reached out for him.

  His voice was no longer his own. “What’s this?”

  Obviously not afraid of his mid-transformation, she said, “I want to.”

  A voice seriously distorted answered, “You want to taste me first? This is for you, you know.” Blade still came to her, wanting that plush mouth on his cock. Crawling to the end of the bed, she sat and wrapped her thighs around his while kissing him sweetly, right on the ridge. Tightening his fist to his sides, he wished for a different kind of strength, longed for it. I won’t come just by looking at her, an intonation that would come in handy every day.

  If someone had warned him that the desire for his mate was far superior to any others he’d taken before – and just who were the others? He couldn’t remember. “I’d fought harder to find you.” She slid her tongue over his length, sucking frantically and then stopping. A teasing routine she continued. “Don’t toy with me, baby.”

  Throwing his head back, his chin reached toward the ceiling. Through clenched teeth he groaned, “I wished I’d known, Becca baby. I’d wished I’d known it was you.” Lips open, canines scraping his lower lip, he gasped. Still in mid-transformation, what would he do when he didn’t want their first time to be too rough, a vicious memory of their initial mating she’ll forever h
ave? She circled his head, sucking harder, retreating before taking a long stroke all the way to his… “Oh…how far can you….ah…go?”

  With her eyes gleaming and her plump lips wrapped around his dick, she watched him from a truly submissive pose. She had to know as well as he did that she unequivocally held all the power over him. “You are …everything…harder where the meat is…underneath…yeah, just like that. Oh, baby, you just don’t fight fair.” The suction so strong, so determined, he knew he’d blow right in her throat. “You’d better lighten up, Becca.” Another stroke, a freaky pull and a swirling lick brought on an undeniable pressure. “I want to finish in you, and we technically…shit…haven’t…uh….” He felt his eyes widen when he finished his thought, “started mating.”

  Another twirl of her tongue, naughty rubs over a particularly sensitive vein, and he felt it. Tingling down his spine, traveling through his body, he hissed, “Nothing like…shit…you rock, Becca. I’m not strong enough to hold back.” Staring down into the greenest eyes, he fisted her hair. I will mark all of you. Her chin tapped the top of his balls, teasing with every wet glide.

  As he splintered under her onslaught, his sack tightened to the point of pain. I can’t stop. Throbbing on top of throbbing, his head swam as his sex completely took over his body, his mind, his werewolf. As the first hot threads shot through, tiny jolts charged his skin from head to toe. Blade felt so good he bordered pain. And in the distance, he heard himself shouting her name as a merciful prayer when he climaxed. Endless streams hit the back of her throat. She swallowed repeatedly, pulling his broad head back with her convulsive suction. “NO!” he shouted, drawing out, “Mark every inch of you, NOW!”

  And he did.

  More strands, thickened and sure, their purpose was clearly known. His werewolf sprayed her. Creamy stripes struck her hair, her face, her throat, and her breasts as he vowed, “You’re mine!” He didn’t think about anything; no concentration needed. Instinct was a blessed thing. Pumping himself, gripping his cock head with his free hand, he let her feel everything he had to give. “I’ve always felt you, Becca. Always. I’ve never come for anyone like this,” he admitted, shaking with the last pulsation. “I can’t lose you. I won’t.” What If I were to lose you?

  “You won’t,” she sounded sure, staring up at him a little sheepish while tonguing her lip where he’d wet her. “I’m still freaked it’s you…that we’re together.”

  Gasping for air, he said, “You never could look at me straight in the eyes after we went through puberty.”

  “You’re right,” she breathed, sitting back on her haunches. “You were too busy eyeing everyone else.”

  Lowering himself to her, he felt her warmth, his mate’s body curling around his. “Oh, I was checking you out all the time.” Licking her, cleaning his mark from her face, they tasted tangy sweet together. “I could have never marked another like this…not once had the urge.” Rubbing his ejaculation through her red strands; he was proud. His scent flowed over hers, warning other males to keep their claws off what was his. A simple message that said: Touch her and I’ll kick your ass. Rebecca wore it like a class ring, a wedding band, a piece of paper that said she was his wife, but it was his werewolf’s mark as well as his. Nothing the human world could understand, he realized. But in their world, this claim trumped them all.

  She whispered happily, “I’m grateful for you and how you understand me.”

  “I’ll give you a reason to be grateful every day.” Another growl, strong and low, “Can you feel it?”

  “Yeah,” she admitted, swallowing hard, “static tethers between our Weres.”

  “I will please you.”

  “I know,” she said, nuzzling his neck. “I’ll wrap you up in me.”

  “I want to chase you.”

  “I want you to,” she said, biting his neck and puncturing skin again.

  He groaned and pulled back, breaking her oral hold and gazing down at her. “My body is yours.” She was beautiful as a Were female should be. Nipples were pink, rosy and perfectly rounded. “I love your nipples,” he said proudly, “they’re so beautifully flushed. I want to bite them.” He pinched them, and then kneaded and twisted until she was arching off the bed. Relentless minutes of sexual torment in which he enjoyed watching her squirm and moan. Stopping right when she neared a climax, he teased, “Very sensitive.”

  “Mean, mean werewolf,” she hissed.

  “You have no idea,” he murmured, licking her lips slowly, deliberately. “Not once have I bitten another,” he admitted, realizing the need that pounded his body, furiously locking him in a state of lustful marking madness. I want to bite you. “Nor have I tasted another female.”

  “It’s frowned upon,” she answered. “A human’s blood is forbidden.” She brought her fingers around his nape, twisting and tugging at his spikey hair.

  Pressing their foreheads together, he breathed, “No, I’ve never tasted another female’s sex.”

  If Rebecca was surprised, she didn’t show it. Pulling him down to her open mouth, she slowly pushed in with her tongue. She tasted of him, come, and their need for each other. Blade murmured between kisses. “But I taste myself on you…hmmm…all the flavors of Rebecca, what else you got?”

  “I’m not quite sure,” her laugh was husky against his lips, “though, I enjoy your flavor. It feels right, mine. You’re everything I need,” she moaned, thrusting her hips towards his.

  “I’ll give you everything I haven’t given another.” Blade had truly never tasted another female. He’d taken many. But their scent wasn’t what his werewolf wanted, rejecting them when Blade’s tongue wandered. He’d never parted a woman and licked her most intimate secrets. “A first for me, I have to do this because I can’t take the waiting anymore. You. Are. So. Beautiful,” he said between kisses and nips at her throat. His tongue sweeping slowly over her creamy column, she bowed for him again. “My tongue is going everywhere; my kisses will follow right along.”

  Palming her heavy breasts, he squeezed them together. Rubbing his face back and forth, his shadowed jaw abraded her. Another mark. “How will I get out of bed every day when I have all this?” Rearing back, he assessed her from head to toe. Pulling her nipples high, he gave them an easy shake before releasing them. Love swollen from his naughtiness, the rosy crests strained upright for his mouth. Clamps, I definitely will clamp these….

  “I’m too chubby,” she whined breathlessly, clearly wanting everything his body promised no matter how she felt about her body.

  Kissing those beautiful breasts, he sucked the hardened tips and lost his face in her valley. OH, yeah. “Where’ve you been, Becca?” He spoke over her sternum, and lifted his head to capture her eyes with his. “My mate, where were you hiding this body? It’s the one in my dreams,” he gave her a wide smile and continued, “my very…extremely…crazy…shooting in my sheets wet dreams.” Rebecca Walker was perfect. “You are perfection.” Clasping her face between his clawed hands, he seared her eyes with his. “I found you, my mate. You were made for me, for this,” he moaned, expertly rubbing his cock over her center. He couldn’t stop licking his lips, licking her nipples. “Has another tasted you?”

  “Ciaran and two humans,” she admitted, biting her lip again.

  Blade closed his eyes, deep breathed for what seemed like hours. “I don’t want to hear that,” he raised his voice, yet holding it back the best he could. “What humans have the flavor of my mate on their tongues?” I will hunt them down and kill them.

  “Nobodies from college,” she muttered, shaking her head at him like he was nuts. I am for you. “You want me to lie?”

  “No untruths between mates.” A statement that bit his ass, Blade didn’t want to hear it…yet he did. One thing he did know, those humans sure as hell wouldn’t eat her as well as he would. And even though he’d never orally pleased a female, he was sure she’d drip full a
nd warm in his awaiting mouth. Her arousal would flow down his throat until she begged him to stop. “You will come for me as you have for no other.” I’ll swallow you whole.

  She stilled nervously, feeling the tremor of his beast and inching near the fight or flight sensation. “I believe you.”

  “Don’t placate,” he demanded, fighting full transformation. “I can’t say that I’m in love with you just now.”

  “I know,” she whispered, rubbing her palms over his chest. Trying to calm him, he understood.

  “To say that I’m envious of those who’ve had you before me,” he snarled, angling his head “wouldn’t come close to touching it, Becca. I’m a possessive, jealous bastard. But you’re my future, and we won’t dwell too much on certain things in our past.” I will try. Blade’s fingers discovered her slick folds and he drew the backs of his claws over her silkiness. When they were good and drenched, he brought them to his lips and sucked each one slowly, as she watched in fascination. “You are delicious,” he said, closing his eyes in delectation. Retracting his claws, he delved with pleasure, finding the spot where they both wanted him to play. “If another touches you after this…”

  “You’ll kill them,” she finished, grinning against his chest. “You admitted to something, Blade, not tasting another.”

  “Yeah?” His body stretched, his large frame swallowing her small one.

  “I’ll admit to something, as well,” she sounded unsure, but went on. “I’ve always fantasized about you.”

  “When we were younger?” Blade stilled, glimpsing the past. “The marsh, the summer we grew to teens,” he realized aloud.

  “Yeah, you …too?”

  “When we thought we knew everything and what was right was wrong and vice versa? That night I dared you to sneak out with me, you ran after one smoking kiss. I remember it well.” His mind flashed to the past. “Even then, we sizzled.”