Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage

by Talyn Scott

  Ciaran moved down her belly, swirled his tongue at the dip between her navel and pubic hair before taking over at her clit. Blade pushed one leg high over his shoulder as Ciaran held the other, spreading her out. In unison, they pushed their tongues inside her vagina and fucked her with their mouths until she screamed their names repeatedly…begging them to stop.

  And still, they wouldn’t let her come.

  Ciaran made a long groan of desire before he brought his head up, prowling along her body. Nipping at the corner of her mouth, he silently urged her lips open to meet his demand, allowing him to kiss her deeply. Blade joined him. Leaning over the desk and stroking back her hair, his beautiful body came down on hers. And he kissed her at the same time. Both males loved her mouth the way they had her sex and shared the flavor of their joined arousals.

  “Rebecca,” Ciaran breathed, holding her tightly. “I want to claim your ass.”

  She pulled his lips back down to hers as Blade raked a nipple with his teeth. Both pushed thick fingers inside and spread the remaining juice everywhere. Lubricating her between her legs, their hands roamed her body and their lips followed every path. “Do you know the way of our males, Becca?” Blade came around the desk and cradled her head in his big palm. Ciaran pushed his index finger inside her back hole and she jumped. “Remember what we did with the vibrator and the butt plug?”

  “Yeah,” her voice wobbled. Ciaran was scissoring his fingers inside her butt, relaxing that muscle ring again.

  “It will burn as we’re much larger. Although from the way you scored my back when we played on the floor, I feel certain you’ll appreciate the extra sensation.” He pushed a second finger in and speared her vagina with his thumb. Heated anticipation rolled through Rebecca and her back arched off the desk. “I’d love it if you guys would get on with it,” she spoke through gritted teeth, “or I’m going to find that vibrator and finish the job you two started.” They both cursed.

  “Lass, there’s a time and a place for sassy.” And she was on the chaise. She gaped, “You can mist me!” That was unheard of for werewolves.

  “Oh, can I now?” Eyes flared molten silver. “Wonder what else I can do?” He flipped her on her knees and paddled her behind with his wicked hand. A hearty ten smacks she would’ve run from if Blade hadn’t misted in under her and wrapped his lips around a nipple.

  Tugging lightly, after thoroughly working it over with his teeth, Blade let go and appraised her elongated peak. “Yum, they’re cherry red the same as your swollen pussy.” Closing fingers over her wrist, he pulled her down for a quick kiss. “Ah, got a little spanking smart mouth?” He laughed when she pouted, palming her stinging behind. Then, he was suddenly serious. Eyes glowed with the beast. “Ease yourself down on my cock, baby.”

  Ciaran lifted her over Blade’s wide crown. Hovering her a second to sniff his mark on her throat, he lowered her down. Slipping his fingers between them, he spread her between his index finger and his thumb so she could take more of Blade. “Relax into it, lean back on my chest,” Ciaran instructed. “Blade, spread her open more with your thumbs…there you go.” Ciaran’s breath hitched as he watched her take on Blade. “She’s sleek heat, a tight fit if there ever was one.”

  “So ready, so lubed up…oh, hell,” Blade’s voice was raw. His lips parted as his breathing picked up. Ciaran palmed her breasts, pinching the peaks between his fingers. “You’re such a full woman, so fleshly and sexy. I want to rub my hard cock between these and watch you suck me dry.”

  Pressed between Ciaran and Blade, Rebecca had a moment of fear. They were hugely hung insatiable beasts. “Settle down,” Blade crooned. “You’re tightening up too much….ah…take it easy…slide her back, man.”

  “You can take us on, lass. Go easy…that’s it…you were made to handle us.” He pressed a fingertip inside her navel, twisting. The sensation shot to her womb. “You are so lovely, stunningly so.” He pinched her clit and her nipple at the same time, rushing more moisture down her vagina. “Ah, smell that, Blade?”

  “Yeah,” Blade inhaled sharply, bringing her all the way down. She sat on his sack. “That’s the smell of success.” Wrapping heavy arms around her, he hugged her close.

  Ciaran trailed fingers over her back opening, whirling and rubbing. Distracting her with his attentions, she relaxed on Blade’s cock. Rebecca felt their hearts beating together all the way to Blade’s cock. Buried to the hilt, it pulsated like an awaiting predator ready to go in for the kill.

  That’s when Ciaran made a serious move. Rebecca held her breath when he positioned himself at her other hole. “Spread her luscious ass, Blade.”

  Blade moved his hands down her back and spread her cheeks wide for him. “Blow out your breath,” Blade told Rebecca. “We’ll stop anytime you say so, Becca. Focus on my eyes and push down with the burn.” She refused to panic. But when Ciaran pushed his head inside, she was having second thoughts. Blade released her butt as Ciaran executed shallow strokes.

  Hands rubbed her everywhere, her thighs, her back, and her shoulders. There wasn’t a place they didn’t touch her body. Rocking her, or maybe she was rocking. The fullness was getting to Rebecca way more than the butt plug did. This was flesh and blood. No sex toy could compare to what these two were packing.

  And Ciaran pushed on.

  Delivering mind numbing grinds that made her brain fight what her body felt. “Ah…relax…I’m half way in now.”

  Half way!

  The intensity was too strong for her to register. Every nerve ending they touched. Nothing could hide from their knowledgeable hands. And Rebecca couldn’t tamp down a climax that she thought would surely kill her. “I can’t do this.”

  “But you already are,” Ciaran praised. “Your body craves this. Release your mind and enjoy the sensations…Oh, Rebecca…” He sucked air between his lips, before he shifted all the way in and stopped. They were both inside, two thick cocks presented by two tense males. Sweat dripped on Rebecca’s shoulder as Ciaran strained to give her time to adjust.

  Blade didn’t appear any better.

  Rebecca was going to crawl out of her skin. “This feels so…unbelievable.” She was trembling. Closing her eyes tight, she buried her face in Blade's neck, comforted by his scent. Ciaran moved in tighter. Bracketing Blade and Rebecca with the wide stance of his shoulders, he withdrew slowly, achingly. A teasing glide delivering sexual torture with every deliberate scrape his cock took.

  They were hypnotizing her, even though Ciaran hadn’t used any coercion whatsoever. Up, up, up, they brought her higher until she could only feel them and nothing else mattered. Her breathing became gasps as Blade slid from her pussy and shoved back in with slow deliberation. A rhythm of push and pull ensued between Blade and Ciaran and Rebecca thought she would die from it.

  Blade’s electric blues were drilled into her eyes as he was chewing into his bottom lip. Staring at her as if she were the best thing that ever happened to him, he kissed her mouth and answered. “You are.”

  She gasped, “You can read my…”

  “No.” He shook his head, rolling his eyes back in pleasure. “You’re wearing your feelings on your face, baby.”

  In and out…in and out, they went. Her body boiled as a pressure cooker ready to wail. “How do you like two cocks pressed inside you?” Blade dared a small twist of his dick. “How do you like being claimed by two males?”

  “I love it.” I think I love you.

  Blade’s eyes widened. “Rebecca, you would be so easy for me to love.” She clenched at his words, grabbing his cock with her pussy and pulling it through her body. Tightening her thighs around him, she came so hard there were no stars behind her eyes but bottle rockets racing through the night on the fourth of July.

  Ciaran’s breath caught. “You are my living fantasy, lass. And the way you’re milking Blade’s cock…his sack is tightening underneath mine…it’s
better than I’ve ever had, my sweet little miracle.” His words changed to moans just before hot blasts filled her ass. The extra tightness ensured she sensed every pulse of his cock, every jet he willed into her.

  It felt as if they were slamming her but there was no pain. Two heavy sets of balls were meeting in the middle, giving her an extra sensation she’d never experienced. They rubbed tender flesh outside of her sex that she wouldn’t have felt with just one lover. They flowed together, all three. Driving deeper into her body, Blade brought them home with his rippling climax. Slamming up inside her, Ciaran steadied her as Blade shook beneath them. Crying out her name, he fought for air. Blinking several times, he refocused on Rebecca. “Fuck me hard, baby! You better rest up ‘cause we’re doing that again.”

  “Oh, yeah,” she panted. “Not until I get what’s in Ciaran’s pocket. He needed a bargaining chip and I think I have one he wants.”

  Ciaran’s low rumble vibrated against her back. “Ah, you were made to be my queen.”

  22

  Captiva Island, Florida

  Kisses touched Tatum’s face, her throat, and her shoulders. Her mouth filled with warmth while gently sucking another’s blood as a reverent hand curled under her back. I know that hand. Placing a flat palm between her shoulder blades, Mike lifted her to his face when she stopped drinking. “Tatum, please.”

  Another hand slid up her leg, a vaguely familiar voice whispered, “She’s starting to warm up.”

  “Well pat yourself on the back, then,” Mike’s whispered retort.

  “Don’t blame me, canine.” An undercurrent of concern, “I’ve done nothing but help her since she’s arrived.”

  “Help her? Oh, that’s what they’re calling murder nowadays?”

  “Please, Mike, I’m so cold.” Ice touched her skin, chilling her blood. “I ache everywhere.”

  “You have my assurances that she will not succumb to death; however, if you cannot make her comfortable, then step aside. I will.” Maestru, Tatum thought, definitely his voice. A spooky and alluring package to admire from afar since the vampire was much too thirsty.

  “Yeah, puff your chest out a little more, asshole,” Mike snarled. “I know of your intimacies with our females, and you won’t bond with mine.” Lips brushed across her forehead as Mike’s scent awakened her. He was strong, musky…angry. The smell of the mating bond was mixed with danger. She remembered the night he had her shackled to a bed. Apparently, she didn’t remember everything, but Mike had never physically damaged her.

  “Are you certain I have not bonded with her already?”

  “You taunt me, bloodsucker?”

  “No more time is allotted for this.” Maestru drifted off the bed looking like someone kicked his dog. “I would love another taste of her, but she must be sent back.”

  Mike arched a brow at that. “In this condition?”

  “I told you I could help her.”

  “You want to devour her.” Mike spoke slowly. “You are salivating for my mate’s blood.”

  “I will admit that she’s delicious and the thought of sinking my fangs back in her will not instantly vanish,” Maestru said without a touch of shame, “but I am not lost in bloodlust.”

  “Then take your fangs and your erection outside the door.”

  “If I didn’t need you to get past the wards, dog, you would have been slaughtered before you finished that last statement.

  “Consider me warned, leech.”

  Maestru faded out.

  “Let me unburden you, Tatum. Snap out of it, feel me.” Tender touches on her hand, canines scraped her inner arm tracing the line of her veins. “Don’t cut yourself off, Tatum. Take more blood.” Back to his throat, he pressed her face against his open vein. After a few sips, she pushed him away.

  “What happened?” Her tongue touched her lips, the swelling slurring her speech.

  “The bloodsucker drew too much blood, got greedy. As they all do. You’re much better but we need to get you warmed up.”

  When Mike stared down at her, he wore a semblance of love on his face, yet they hadn’t been around each other enough for that. Nevertheless, what was there was probably fueled by the mating bond, the celestial pull - their union together.

  Thankfully, Mike wasn’t in a mating frenzy, since the vampire hung too close. He held himself in a precautionary stance, as protection always outweighed sex in the world of Weres. A female’s safety came first. Tatum knew this to be factual from personal experience. And the way that Mike looked at her right now, she knew he would tear Maestru’s head off and suffer the wrath of his coven without a second thought. She asked calmly, “So now what?”

  “I’ll take you to the Alpha,” he gritted out, “and maybe he’ll permit me to touch what’s mine.” He tenderly touched the side of her throat, flinching when she winced in pain.

  She was used to the high-handed ‘you’re all mine’ speak, which meant she knew how degrading it was to a male of his species to ask for his mate. Shaking her head at the unbelievable, she wondered how her life would change if Jayce allowed Mike to remain free. Under duress, she made an agreement with Mike to get Rebecca back, but she had to ask an unavoidable question. So ghost from my past, how do I move on after this? She took a calming breath. “But what if Jayce doesn’t listen and really kills you this time? And God help you if Bren gets a hold of you first, he’ll torture you just for allowing the vampire to feed off me. And I’m not bragging about that but facts are facts. The only fear Bren knows is losing the ones he loves.”

  “He’s not the only one that feels that way,” Mike said quietly. “I’m their co-mate. All Jayce or Bren can really do is knock me around and lock me back up.” He shrugged. “I have salts in the bath, come. You can’t leave looking this way.” Lifting her gently, he placed an arm under her knees and one under her upper back. No matter the care he took, Tatum almost fainted. “Should I feel this bad?”

  He squeezed his eyes shut a moment before answering. “Give my blood time to heal you.”

  “I was told I only had to drink once a month to maintain immortality,” she said wearily. “I’m not into the blood drinking thing.”

  “You’re not a full blood. Your inherent nature isn’t led by the thirst for blood. Even so, you needed to replace a pint or two quickly. I took care of that for you.”

  “Let me remind you,” she snapped while making a feeble attempt to get down, “that I wouldn’t have needed the blood in the first place if it weren’t for you.”

  “I can’t split hairs with you, Tatum.” They stepped in a bathroom that put her Mediterranean masterpiece on Sanibel to shame. “I took my mate under the full moon.”

  She asked, “Because you didn’t want to share?”

  “Maybe…. I don’t have a straight answer that would comfort you. Not because I’m hiding something from you, but merely because I don’t know what I was thinking at the time. Excuses are excuses. And I’ll be the first one to admit that I screwed up. But know this, Tatum.” His stared intently, seeking something in her eyes that he wasn’t going to get. “If I have to live out the rest of my life, I can’t do it without you. I won’t”

  His proclamation merely made her angry, but she was resolved on simmering for a while. “So you made a deal with Maestru to barter with Ciaran.”

  “Jayce gave me no other choice.” He willed her clothes to the floor and lowered her in a marble garden tub. Whatever modesty she had was lost the night Mike manacled her spread-eagled on his bed.

  “You had a lot of choices, Mike.” She pulled a washcloth from the edge, shrinking down into the tub, watching as flakes of dried blood floated to the surface. “You just circled the wrong answers on your test.”

  “I’m going to help Ciaran…there are females in need…”

  “Yeah, buddy, you definitely need to give back.” She paused to bite her tongue. “Get some
good Karma going for yourself and start fresh.” If Jayce allows it. “What about Count Chocula?”

  Sighing, he reached for bath gel and another cloth. “A few brides were taken from Maestru’s coven and many species females. Of course, he wants them back and doesn’t trust Ciaran to care once the Habaline compound is overthrown by the pack.” He soaped the cloth and skimmed her throat.

  “Don’t go any lower, Mike.”

  Color flushed across his cheeks as he angled his head in the werewolf’s way. “I’m only bathing you.”

  She shoved his hand away shaking her head. Tatum hadn’t bothered to ask where they were. She knew she wouldn’t get the truth out of Mike. So until she could literally stand on her own two feet without keeling over, she’d pump him for information. “Ciaran took Rebecca…do you think she’s okay?”

  “Apparently, you haven’t heard.” He fought his urge to bathe her, fisting his hands on the side of the tub. “Rebecca is his queen.”

  What a nightmare for Rebecca, Tatum thought. Rubbing her hand over her throat to shake the raw feeling, she asked, “Does…well, you wouldn’t know if Bren’s heard.”

  “Ciaran sent word through Blade.”

  “At least he won’t physically harm her…but mentally.”

  “Is that what I did to you, Tatum?” Mike’s face filled with utter desolation. “Answer me.”