by Scott, Talyn
Rock eased off her breasts and glanced at Sixten eating her. “I love the way she tastes everywhere, especially where your mouth is.” Sixten moaned his agreement, vibrating against her core. “Make room, vampire,” Rock continued in a low rumble that did not resemble anything human. Without lifting his head, Sixten slid his tongue to her ass, licking down her back crevice. Rock brought his mouth to her shoulder, nipping and sniffing where she was certain that he had left his claiming mark. Then moving lower, Rock took over Sixten’s ministrations on her clit, circling his lengthening tongue around her piercing. “Remember,” he whispered low, “I promised you would enjoy this.”
Keeping one hand on Sixten’s hair, with the other, she gripped the top of Rock’s black layers. “Enjoy this? This is overload.” Two persistent and expertly skilled tongues worked her most sensitive flesh. And Blythe thought she might not survive it.
“Take this opportunity to get used to dual sensations, moja láska.” Sixten murmured before twirling the tip of his tongue inside the rim of her anus.
Staring up between her legs, watching her reaction, Rock lightly flicked her piercing with his tongue. “You.” Flick. “Are.” Flick. “Unbearably.” Flick. “Gorgeous.” Then he did something startling with his canines before pushing his werewolf tongue deep inside her vagina, all the while darting his eyes between her face and her breasts.
“I need one of you inside me, please,” she begged. Rock tongue-fucked her, and considering his tongue had grown to the length of his cock, he easily reached her special spot. Simultaneously, Sixten thrust his entire tongue in her ass, his fangs pressing into her until she knew she was bleeding for him. When she sensed her body teetering orgasm’s edge, both males pulled back. “Damn it, I don’t want to be teased!” Reaching down, she thrust her fingers in her slick flesh, working them. “You’re both driving me crazy.”
“All three of you are driving me crazy,” Kash echoed from above her, misting in right before Blythe’s eyes. He shimmered a few times, removing his clothes as he rematerialized, which she was sure took some serious talent.
Or power.
He took her hand in his and inhaled. With a definite groan, he brought her fingers to his mouth and licked them one by one. When she thought Kash was finished, he took the tip of his pink tongue and cleaned under her nails. “Every drop is delicious,” he explained away, keeping her hand in his. “Now where were we?”
“I was about to explode on my hand.” Bringing her free hand down between her thighs, Blythe plunged right back inside herself.
“No way, my mate, your orgasms aren’t really yours.”
Rock pulled her hand away, keeping it firm in his grasp the way Kash was. She opened her mouth only to receive Rock’s deep kiss, flavored by her sex. Sixten moved between her thighs, his formidable shifter erection against her center. “Yes, this is what I need,” she said when Rock pulled away. Those blue cords would stroke her inner walls and those extra ridges behind his head would hit her g-spot a million times over. Sixten was her walking, talking sexual fantasy.
“Think you can handle me in my true form, angel. Or should I tone it down a bit?”
“In. The way it is.” Inhaling sharply, she felt him positioning himself. “Now, Six!”
“I don’t think I’ve seen a shifter’s erection before,” Rock said as he watched Sixten fuck her. “That’s pretty crazy, though. And you said that thing has barbs?”
Sixten’s head was back, his tendons straining in his neck and shoulders. He always had a hard time controlling himself when he was inside her, and she noticed things were even tenser with Kash and Rock watching on.
“Like I said, I…think…they only…come out…to aid in impregnating her.” He hissed in the way of vampires, his cheeks sharpening.
“Which you’ve… accomplished quite well,” Blythe snapped, “Get a move on!”
“Um,” Sixten groaned, “I do everything…well.”
She curled her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his fine ass. Sixten was and always would be breathtakingly handsome, a showstopper. Meeting his eyes, the sight of him over her, made Blythe want to cry…or come. “Oh, yes!”
Rock cupped his balls, twisting them in his big hand. “Kash, nightstand.”
“On it.” Kash pulled a tube of lubricant from the drawer as Rock eased her forward.
Sixten slowed down, rocking against her pelvis in an easy motion. However, the change in rhythm was not easy on him. Sixten looked strained, his corporeal form inking in and out by way of his shifter. “Careful everyone,” he warned Kash and Rock. “Remember our baby.” After a tender kiss, he eased back. Rock cupped her jaw, brushing her lips with his, tickling her with his whiskers before making room for Kash. Her Vojak then reached between them, moving his soft lips over mouth while gripping the lube.
Too much testosterone, she mused, trying to stay calm in a room full of rising sexuality and lethal, male bodies. Though she said nothing, Rock noticed her mental roadblock. “Breathe. Relax. Nothing will happen that you don’t want. You’re not human anymore, baby. That sweet body of yours is made for us, remember?” He was behind her now, his knees on either side of hers. Curling his hands behind her thighs, he pulled Blythe knees up as Sixten slid from her sheath.
Relaxing against Rock’s hard-toned body, she watched Kash heap a great deal of lubricant between his fingers and thumb, warming it. His coppery head lowered, his lips trailing her inner right thigh. Fingers found her back opening easily, beneath her dripping pussy. He slid two slippery fingers inside her ass, while his thumb found her swollen feminine heat. Rock kissed the side of her neck, his breathing kicking up, while Sixten took a nipple in his mouth.
“Bear down on his fingers,” Six murmured in between suckling her.
“That’s it,” Kash encouraged her, “just like that.”
Veering between wriggling his fingers and pumping them from side to side, Blythe started melting around him. Sixten met her with one of his infamous eye smolders. “There you go. A feast for my eyes, a feast for my sex, a feast for my tongue, you are perfect.” Slowly, he left her breasts and then kissed her stomach before his hand dipped inside her, replacing Kash’s thumb. From there, he pulled out of her vagina when Kash pushed into her dark opening. A primal rhythm ensued. One uncommon to her, but it spoke of animalistic sex and primitive fucking. She couldn’t deny that it felt too good. Her body trembling, Rock brought his hands to her chest, lifting each mound while circling the stiff tips with his thumbs. “Lovely,” he whispered. “Slow enough for you?”
This was slow? “Yes, Rock.”
“What does it feel like, baby? Do you like Kash’s hand stroking your ass while Sixten pumps that tight pussy?”
“Yes, it feels… incredible,” she sobbed, on the brink of yet another orgasm. Frustration gripped her when they pulled away from her body. “Thanks for nothing!”
“She’s relaxed enough,” Kash said, ignoring her. His words tightened by lust and his growing fangs.
Hands turned her over, maybe Kash’s or Rock’s, she couldn’t tell. Now she was facing Rock. He slid them down the mattress a ways, one hand on her back, the other brushing her hair from her eyes. “I don’t care what the Doc says. If you feel any cramping…”
“I feel like I need to explode,” she gritted, looking as menacing as she could.
“Sweetheart, it’s easier if you are needy,” Kash said. The bed dipped above her, Kash on his knees where Rock just sat.
“Oh, I’m needy all right,” complained Blythe as Rock gripped the base of his cock, bringing it between her legs, “and pissed at all of you.” In one heave, he buried himself inside her. Instantly, Blythe shattered all around his metal, her core convulsing until her vision wavered. Three sets of hands steadied her.
“That was hot,” she heard one of them say.
Rock remained thick and hard in her body, stretching her out with his heavy flesh and tribal inflixx. Gently, Sixten toppled her on Rock’s chest, then spreadin
g her cheeks wide, pushed his first ridge through that tight ring.
Face to face with Rock, she noticed him clench his teeth. “She’s going to be so much tighter. Bear down again, baby.”
Kash eased back, palming his erection. Sixten’s face pressed against the side of hers, he asked, “Too big?”
“No, try it again.” On Sixten’s next surge, Blythe pushed down. Her thighs tensed around Rock’s hips as she fought to adjust with both sizeable cocks merged inside her body.
“This is amazing,” Sixten said, kissing a trail across her shoulders. “I want to feed this way.”
Moisture flooded her core, causing Rock to groan in response. “She so slick, we can move, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Sixten retreated a ways, paused as Rock slipped halfway out, and then brought his cock to the brink of leaving her ass. Pushing the hair from her neck, Sixten groaned against her nape, scraping his fangs over her skin.
Blythe dropped her head on his shoulder as Sixten circled his hips on his way in, widening her opening for his ease. “First time…for us, Six.” And he wasn’t hurting her at all, actually felt good. Of course, he accomplished most everything with perfection, so this shouldn’t be any different. When Sixten slid back again, she shivered, an edgier orgasm threatening her body.
“First. Second. Doesn’t matter how many times,” Six responded. “I love any physical connection I have with you, though, preferably daily.”
Kash stretched over Rock, his cock thumping her bottom lip. First for them, too, she salivated at the sight of his thick shaft, Kash’s veins running under his bronzed skin. Opening her mouth wide, she took his length to the back of her throat, mimicking Sixten’s rhythm, and twirled her tongue over his broad crown on the upstroke. He had removed his circlet, ensuring her ease in pleasuring him with her mouth. Kash combed his fingers through her hair, tightening the strands around his fingers.
“Perfect, sweetheart…the warmth of your mouth, oh, the suction,” Kash shuddered. “Thank you.”
“That’s my cue,” Rock said, glancing up, utterly enthralled by the sight of her sucking off Kash. Rock circled her nipples with his tongue, positioning his pelvis lower, rocking his hips under her.
“Breasts shaking in my face are too exciting.” Rock groaned when Sixten reached between them, his fingers circling where Rock was sliding in and out of her body. Then he reached up and rubbed her own arousal on her right nipple, molded his hand underneath the fleshly mound, and offered it up to Rock’s mouth. When her werewolf lapped every drop, he looked over Blythe’s shoulder. “I can’t take much more of your funky cock rolling on the other side of her membrane. I don’t have the control that I thought I did.”
“Same with me and your tribal shit,” Sixten muttered, nipping Blythe’s shoulder.
Rock laughed. “Same with you, hardly. Those blue cords and extra ridges of yours are doing a number on my will power. It’s gonna take some time to outlast this sort of sensation. But I can’t do it right now. I need to come. Where are you, Kash?”
Kash panted above them. His long length pushing in and out of her mouth, his balls gently smacking her chin, Blythe couldn’t get enough of his flavor, wanted to drink him all day long. Just the taste of his precome made her wetter. Kash groaned, “Ah, I can explode any second now. Just give me the word. It’ll fly.”
Appetites spiraled. Four mates feeding one another’s pleasure, feeding off one another’s pleasure. “Then you both need to know that when I release my hold on Blythe, she’s gonna clench hard.” Rock wrapped his big palms around her waist, securing her. “One.” Thrust. “Two.” Thrust. “Three.”
They all pushed inside her at the same time, filling her with three magnificent cocks. She stared up at Kash, the strain showing on his face, right when she climaxed. Rippling. Gripping. Rippling. Gripping. Then she held firm, tightening around each of their thicknesses. Kash shot against the back of her throat, but she was ready for him, swallowing everything he gave her. A snarl rent the air, followed by an animalistic growl. Whose? She didn’t know, but Blythe found herself clawing Kash’s thighs mercilessly as she came and came. When Kash pulled away from her, she dropped on Rock’s chest. Where he proceeded to lock his canines on her shoulder, and then Sixten pierced the other side of her throat. Sixten’s mouth worked convulsively, but he didn’t swallow, was fighting her flavor.
Kash reached his head in between them, kissing her hair. “I love you, Bride.”
Rock released his oral hold, licking her shoulder while gently sliding from her feminine heat. “I love you, my mate.”
“Fuck, Blythe,” Sixten hissed in her ear after he slid his fangs from her body. His cock was still inside her, the blue cords throbbing in her ass. “It keeps getting better and better.”
“Honestly, I think you three killed me.”
“No, I'm quite familiar with what death looks like. And you, my sweet wife, look very much alive, glowing, and truly happy.”
“I am going to be a mom,” she whispered before she drifted into a much-needed sleep.
Chapter Eighteen
An opaque mist, in parts of three, roamed Sixten’s house, searching for the one scroll that could change everything about their world. “I know it was here.” His hands fisted. “I sensed it inside this very bedroom the night Blythe’s werewolf came to claim her.”
One Lovec formed from the swirling mist. “It’s your entire fault. If you hadn’t been knocking things about so carelessly, making a ruckus during your search, you wouldn’t have stirred Sixten’s sleeping mate.”
“Obviously,” the second Lovec said, reforming from his mist, “the king’s bastard has it with him, wherever he is. If he has it on his person, then he plans on using it.”
“And since his guards are gone and this place is locked up, he plans on not returning for a while. Circle the island.” Fists uncurled. “We’ll be ready this time. No more mistakes.”
“Speaking of mistakes, Poison is outside.”
“Of course,” he replied. "Sixten is no fool, has this house warded against Poison’s entrance. Go, I suggest you both grovel for your grave mistake. And do it now. I have a bastard halfling to locate.”
An opaque mist, in parts of two, reformed inside the marsh next to Sixten’s house. Poison spun, his eyes glittering like a thousand sunsets. “Blunders the likes you both are making will bring us to our knees. I should kill you now and start over.”
“We cannot get her alone,” pleaded the first Lovec. “There was only one werewolf with her…or so we thought.”
“Desperation causes mistakes,” Poison snapped. “I want Sixten and that scroll. And the only way I’ll have that is by taking his wife.”
“His pregnant wife,” Lovec said.
“Pregnant, you say?” Poison stammered.
“I’ve scented your pregnant female experiments for a while now,” Lovec went on. “And she’s carrying a Habaline. She smells like our long lost Amy.”
“Could it be possible?” Poison gasped. “Finally, she came through.”
The second Lovec laughed evilly. “Possible? I’d say you have a female on the way, this one of royal blood. Power, we’re talking serious power to fuel our mission.”
“Get her!” Poison spun in a glittery mist but he stalled out, gasping.
“That hit you took by Sixten’s blade has weakened you considerably, Master.” Lovec observed. “Maybe we should hold off.”
“I am fine,” he threatened. “Whatever it takes, bring Blythe to me!”
Lovci shot into the sky. Hands above their heads, their wings blended with the night, a foreseeable conclusion in their sights.
“Are you sure about dismissing your guards?” Bane asked.
Sixten glanced at his sleeping Blythe through the open doorway. “With all of us here, she’ll be fine.”
“I don’t get it."
Sixten explained. “Think about it. The hunters come after Blythe on your turf and they’re set free within hours. Give me a break. You nev
er found Gianni’s body. Everything seems to stem from his Italian estate and Prince Volos is his cousin, a close relation. He’s working us from his mysterious grave. I’m thinking he was in with my brother from the beginning.”
“Probably right on target with Gianni,” Bane agreed. “And your guards are hired through your faction.”
“Exactly,” Kash answered, making himself comfortable in front of Bane’s coffee table. “So why flush Blythe’s presence out over here. We keep the guards away. Keep her inside until we figure out who is on the naughty list. Between us all, even in shifts, we can easily protect her and our unborn child.”
Rock crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. “I agree. My educated guess would be your Prince Volos. He set those flying bastards free the minute he soiled his royal boots inside the joint faction facility. And just why is he still hanging around on Captiva? It’s not the vampire vacation destination of choice.”
“No,” Kash agreed. “It’s not.”
“I’ve got it.” Dru misted in. “Straight from the hospital.” He slid a laptop across the coffee table.
“We only needed you to copy the info on a hard drive, Doc.” Bane said. “What’s the computer about?”
“It’s untraceable.” Dru shrugged. “I know you have untraceable ones owned by the Pack. And your Vojaks have theirs, as well.” He glanced between Sixten and Kash. “However, the scant vampire doctors and nurses at the hospital like to keep their vampire patients loaded on a database, so we can compare any underlying problems within the species.”
“So you have your own covert computer system?” Rock asked in surprise. “It scrambles the IP address and everything?”
Dru made a dismissive sound. “No one can trace this baby.” He looked behind him, snatching a cellophane bag with needles and slides. “I’ll draw her blood while she sleeps and get the slides ready for comparison.”
“Well,” Sixten said, “here’s hoping I find where Oycher sent the Habaline lab files.”
“You didn’t ask him?” Kash said.