Sanibel Fire

by Talyn Scott

  Jenny tensed, her back going ramrod straight at Jed’s stance, but she spoke with a self-assuredness that startled Searlas. “Just like you used me. But more than that,” she added with a jut of her chin. “You lied to me!”

  “No, I never lied.”

  “You withheld information, making me think you were human. That’s deception, look it up.”

  Jed kept his voice level. “Touché, yet you never divulged you were lycanthrope.”

  “I thought you were human, but you knew my true species because you smelled me!”

  A hot sound left the back of Jed’s throat. “I did more than smell you.” He held his hand out for her, palm up. “Both of us deceived. Therefore, both of us can fix this.” He curled his long fingers, beckoning. “Come to me.”

  “Just like that?” She snapped her fingers. “Come to me, Jenny?”

  Female werewolves didn’t take shit. So Searlas kept his mouth shut, counting to ten, while Jenny attempted to work this out. He’d made the mistake of thinking he had all the time in the world for Jenny tonight. Now, he’d probably be stuck jerking off to thoughts of her, since females tended not to want sex when they were upset. He stared down at his thundering cock, hoping he didn’t pop his zipper. When he looked back up, Searlas spotted a standoff between two stubborn immortals, and it was up to him to put a stop to it.

  “Males in Jed’s societal standing expect a certain level of obedience from everyone in which they come in contact,” he said dryly, “but I don’t think he was trying to insult you. His wording was simply off.”

  Running his fingers through his thick black hair, Jed apologized before motioning to a doublewide, thickly padded berth situated beneath a wide window, showcasing a view where the resort lights twinkled across the nighttime gulf waters. “I don’t have long, Jenny. Shall we sit?”

  She chewed her lip, then glanced up at Searlas.

  “I know that he would never harm you.” Searlas brought her hand to his mouth, kissing her knuckles the way he wanted to kiss every supple inch of her body, starting with the smooth slope of her nose. “Not so long ago, you allowed Jed inside you,” he explained reasonably.

  Jenny opened her mouth as if to argue, then closed it quickly.

  Searlas added, “This is entirely your call.”

  Jenny didn’t take Jed’s hand when she sat on the window seat, but her mood softened considerably when Jed pressed his thigh to hers, allowing no distance between them.

  “Okay,” she murmured, “let’s talk.”

  Searlas could see her breasts swelling beneath the thin shirt, smell the wet heat of her pussy permeating the air. By the strain showing on Jed’s face, his pureblood olfactory scented her sweet piece even more while sitting smack next to Jenny.

  “I’ll admit,” Jed began, “that I shouldn’t have allowed you to think I was human once we started.”

  “Before we decided on a hotel room,” she corrected him with a raised eyebrow, one hand still gripping her shirt, the other smoothing over a dark fall of hair. “That’s when you should have spoken up.”

  “I’m undercover in an ongoing investigation.” Jed cupped her jaw, his thumb tipping her chin back so Jenny would look at him. “I tend to keep my mouth shut to save my own skin. Anyone will tell you it’s a good habit.”

  “Is that admission supposed to make me trust you?”

  Inhaling sharply, Jed looked to the ceiling a moment as if weighing his options, and then faced her with grim determination. “How’s this? I’ll share with you a small bit that would easily get me killed, if you were to speak of it after we part ways.”

  She made to stand. “I don’t want to be responsible.”

  “And yet I’ll risk much for a portion of your trust.” He wrapped his hands around her waist, situating Jenny on his lap. “Won’t you indulge me once more?”

  “I can’t seem to refuse when you’re this close.” She curled her arm around his shoulder, flittering her fingertips through the ends of his hair. “Go ahead.”

  “If I weren’t participating in an ongoing investigation for the Worldwide Vampire Coven, I would never have been on Sanibel Island in the first place, which means I wouldn’t have met you.” Jed tightened his hand over her thigh.

  Her brow furrowed as Searlas sat next to them. “Worldwide Vampire Coven? Meaning you work directly for the prince of vampires.”

  “Yes, I answer to Volos.”

  It took her a moment to swallow that ball of information. “So not only can you hide your power trail, but you can also endanger me by association.”

  “That’s why I stick with one-nighters, Jenny. All the while praying that I’ll never come across my true Bride.” Jed looked pained when Jenny dropped her grip on the shirt and covered his hand with hers. “I can’t have a relationship of any sort.” His mouth neared hers. “But I couldn’t stop calling you, just so I could hear your voice. You see, that’s a new one for me. And when I learned of my upcoming return here, I hoped to find you again.”

  “Considering your line of work,” she said, throwing a knowing look his way, “you wouldn’t have hoped to find me; you would have found me.”

  Jed pressed a kiss to her cheek, lingered there. “True.”

  As he watched the simple kiss take place, Searlas was surprised to find the jealousy he’d experienced earlier in The Blue Pelican had quickly transformed into a firestorm of lust. And his cock took notice, pulsating only once, but the sensation gripped him all the way to the very tip of his slit.

  It was time for Searlas to speak up, to be blunt. “Understanding that Jenny’s not your fated, and that you can offer her nothing in terms of a relationship, what do you want?”

  “What do I want?” Jed’s eyes scorched Jenny. “Another moment with you, is that too much to ask?”

  Air seemed to crackle with energy when Jed murmured in a rough tone, his hand fisting in Jenny’s nape. “Because I can’t go through eternity without another taste of this.” He slanted his mouth over Jenny’s, taking ultimate possession when she opened her lips on a gasp. Her hands came up in tiny fists as he crushed her to him, pressing on his shoulders, but he held her firm in his arms, groaning in defeat just as he dominated her with raw lust.

  In that moment, Jenny’s skin shimmered wildly, her fresh wash of arousal calling to Searlas on a primitive level he didn’t quite understand. But it didn’t feel bad, make him uneasy in any way. On the contrary, the calling ratcheted his sexual appetite to a dangerous peak, one he must satisfy.

  When Jenny moaned into Jed’s mouth, unable to resist the melting of her body, Searlas reached between her legs with his fingertips, trailing up her inner thigh. The scent of her so intoxicating he fought not to open his zipper and release the ache of his freshly roused erection.

  He brought his lips to the side of her throat, kissing the soft skin found there, as Jed calmed his frantic assault to slow-burning kisses. His hand gliding upward, he slipped the tip of his index finger across her slippery pussy lips, tasting her throat the way he wanted to taste her pussy. So he brought the glistening evidence of her arousal to his lips, but Jed snagged it first, using it to paint Jenny’s lips before taking her mouth with a primal savageness comparable to that of a werewolf.

  Searlas licked off the remainder. “The taste of you makes me high.” Then, he dipped his hand back between her legs and gathered moisture from her dripping lips for her anus, spreading her sweet cream with his knuckles.

  This was natural for his kind. Most werewolves — including Jenny, by the way she started squirming on Jed’s lap — craved anal as much as vaginal. By her tightness, though, she was new to this particular part of lovemaking. “You’ve never been taken there.”

  Her breaths quickening as Jed’s hand joined Searlas, the male’s thumb circling Jenny’s hard nub as he laid her back with him on the berth; she managed a shaky nod no.

  Easily, Searlas could remedy that oversight.

  Tonight.

  “But,” she added on a hiss whe
n Searlas inserted the barest fingertip, “I’m tired of missing out.”

  Jed cupped her face with his hands when Searlas stopped touching her long enough to shuck his pants, the male staring intently into her eyes with a seeking question. “I’ll never come back after this, would never again risk you because of my line of work.” Jed kissed her hard. “Do you still want me to stay, knowing that?”

  “Yes, stay, just don’t kiss me goodbye when you leave.”

  Jed looked like he understood just what she meant — that she couldn’t bear his goodbye after he’d taken her. He nodded his ascent, slowly removed his clothes for her, and took Jenny’s mouth in another bruising kiss.

  Her hands traveled down Jed’s chest with familiarity, stopping at his heavy length and slapping its underside with the palm of her hand before twisting the head. He threw his head back on a hiss, a sticky stream of pre-ejaculate leaving his slit. “You didn’t forget.”

  “I’ll never forget.” She slipped Searlas’ shirt from her shoulders, exposing the lush mounds of her breasts — the distended tips a warm copper.

  Jed looked like a male lost as he pulled her over him, leaving her lush ass spread and her legs straddling his hips.

  Jenny groaned when Searlas brought his naked chest to her back, his cool nipple rings distinct against the delicious heat of her skin. After threading his cock against her dark crevice, she rolled her hips, trying to get the head of him to breach her entrance.

  Jed brought one hand to her hip, holding her steady with proprietorial fingers, and curved his other hand beneath her chest, taking the weight of her right breast, pinching and rolling the sensitized nipple roughly with his thumb and forefinger.

  Searlas’ tongue flicked out on a calculated spot behind her ear before he murmured, “You taste like tart cherries, Jenny. Everywhere.”

  She shook, or maybe that was Searlas, as he dragged his cock back and forth against her ass. Another roll of her hips as her ache deepened, she demanded. “Fill my ass.”

  Though he wanted to pet her and play, Searlas realized she’d reached the breaking point, much in the way of his pounding balls. He positioned his head against her well-lubricated anus, with Jed thrusting two fingers in her pussy.

  “She’s tight,” Jed said, his mouth grazing her shoulder. “Too tight.”

  “Unlike other species, female werewolves,” Searlas explained on a groan while pressing in, “squeeze the ever-loving hell out of you.” He brought his cock past her tight ring, then slid halfway to paradise.

  Jenny gripped Jed’s shoulders as Searlas held still. “Burns.”

  Jed kept pleasuring her core with his talented hand, obviously a male well-versed in arousing females. Her body softening again under his touch, she groaned long and loud when Searlas pressed forward again, uncaring who heard.

  Jed looked rough, like he was going to detonate on the spot, but he kept on petting her, working his fingers in and out of her core as her hips started to move for Searlas.

  Searlas’ eyes literally rolled back in pleasure, the feel of claiming this baser intimacy from Jenny cemented his inner Beast’s will to claim her. “Hold her still again, Jed.” Then, Searlas finally entered her body to the hilt, his balls pressing against her plump ass.

  Jed wiggled his fingers. “I can feel you, but I can’t get much higher inside her.”

  “I just need your cock,” Jenny demanded, her head going back on Searlas’ shoulder. He took the opportunity to steal a kiss from her lips swollen from Jed’s kisses.

  Jed scraped his teeth up and down the column of her throat, nipping at the tendon Searlas wanted to mark permanently with his canines.

  “Ah, sweet Jenny,” Searlas praised, withdrawing so slowly she cried out his name again and again. “Everyone knows who’s inside you tonight, and it’s going to stay that way.”

  Jed pinched her clit, his opposite hand spreading her legs impossibly wider and lifting her pelvis in order to enter her.

  “Jed,” she whimpered, licking at the male’s mouth, and clawing at his chest.

  Searlas plunged back in. Both rippling with the skin to skin contact, the stretch of her and the tightness for him was an unmatched intimacy. “I will never give you up.”

  When Searlas took a deeper thrust, Jed pushed his cock head into her pussy.

  “Oh!” Jenny buried her face in Jed’s shoulder, pleasure unbounded stoking her body.

  Sweat beaded on Searlas’ skin, his nipples tightening around his piercings, his balls drawing up nice and tight with his impending orgasm. “Feel it, Jenny.”

  In and out.

  In and out.

  Searlas wasn’t going to last much longer. “Get in, Jed.”

  “I’m almost there,” Jed grunted with a more forceful thrust, circling, before the ridge of his cock passed through her entrance again. “Just like I said, she’s too tight.”

  Regrettably, Searlas knew what to do. “I’ll pull out.” Both males were far too big for her.

  “Don’t you dare pull out!” she hissed, pressing against Jed and reaching behind her to grab ahold of Searlas’ hair. With a hard yank, she growled at him. “Both of you keep going; I’m going to come!”

  Searlas plunged again, grinding his pelvis against her butt while circling his hips.

  “Jed…” She fisted her hands on Jed’s chest. “Do it!”

  Jed hissed, pressing deep within Jenny. Searlas felt the male’s cock struggle somewhere halfway before matching him to the hilt, both finding themselves balls deep in the lushest female imaginable.

  A strangled sound left Jenny, as though she were in pain, yet Searlas didn’t scent her distress. “Are you okay,” he asked as both males stilled all movements.

  “Ah!”

  An instant later, Jenny’s orgasm wafted to his nose. With her walls clenching around Jed’s cock in the way of female werewolves, he cried out in stunned shock. His mouth opening and closing as if he needed to tell Searlas something, his onyx irises bleeding into the whites of his eyes at an incredible rate.

  Jenny’s tight rippling spread to his cock, which was buried deep in her ass. Beneath him, Jenny slipped, down, down, down, into the deepest pit of ecstasy. “Too good,” she kept repeating. Then resting her head on Jed’s chest, she went completely boneless.

  “That’s it,” Searlas coaxed, never feeling anything like the clenching of his female. His canines grazed her tendon roughly, his cock reaching everything inside her. That telltale zing hit his nuts. With a shout, he released into her, his hot jets spurting in rhythmic bursts. “Too good,” he echoed Jenny’s mantra and took a deep breath.

  When Searlas moved to pull out, he caught sight of… “Blood?” A wash of horror coated him, his eyes meeting the solid onyx depths of Jed. “We hurt her? But I scented nothing of the sort!” Searlas pulled away completely, tenderly, noticing Jed was still hard inside of her. “Move man, let’s attend her.”

  Claws erupted from Jed’s fingertips, his hands crushing Jenny’s sleeping body tight against his. He opened his mouth wide, his fangs shooting straight down over his bottom lip.

  “You can’t feed from her,” Searlas warned, “Jenny’s - ”

  Jed snapped his jaw in fierce warning. “Mine,” he hissed low, mindful of Jenny sleeping.

  Searlas froze, his eyes bouncing back and forth from the blood staining Jenny’s inner thighs and to the look of utter possessiveness on Jed’s face. To say that either male couldn’t believe Jenny had been a virgin was an understatement, yet the evidence was right in front of them.

  And she’d let Searlas spank her pussy and come in her ass. If only he’d known it was her first time, he would have handled everything differently, with roses and soft kisses and time. Oh, he would have taken hours with her, not minutes. No matter what she’d asked for earlier, Searlas certainly wouldn’t have been raunchy enough to spank her pussy or come in her ass, not the first time. Or the second or the third… Grabbing two fistfuls of his hair, he yanked. Then his eyes found Jed’s, t
he male more startled than Searlas, and for good fucking reason. Shit! Shit! Shit! The consequences for not admitting her virginal status to either of them…

  Yeah, Jenny’s life was about to turn upside down.

  Chapter 5

  Suddenly, Searlas’ skin prickled with uneasiness, and it had nothing to do with Jenny giving her virginity to Jed. “Get up!” If his instincts were right, and they always were… “Something’s about to go down.”

  Jed was already ahead of him. “Get her clothes,” he voice hardened to steel as he pulled away from Jenny’s body. “We need to leave.” In a shockingly fast move, he stood and dressed. Then tore something from the berth before he riled Jenny. “Awaken!”

  Searlas threw on his pants and boots, handing over Jenny’s clothes to the deftly fast vampire, just as a thundering explosion rocked the boat dock. Searlas looked out the window, seeing a fiery streak dive into the water.

  Jed had Jenny dressed and on her feet, though foregoing her high heels. “Are there still bunkers here?” he demanded, knowing full well Searlas wasn’t supposed to disclose anything regarding compound schematics. “The sky is about to fall and you’re worried about Pack intel? Well, I’m worried about Jenny’s life!”

  Searlas growled, “You know damn well Pack keeps bunkers.”

  Jed looked torn, making a decision. “Get her to the nearest one. Now.” He glanced at the window again, looking to the velvet sky. “This is going to get worse in a matter of minutes.” He forced himself past Jenny but his hands gripped the doorway, his body pulling him back. Jed looked over his shoulder, whipped around, and brought Jenny high into his arms. His mouth covered hers, her hands clasping behind his neck. After Jed lowered her to the floor, he didn’t look back.

  “Your promised not to kiss me goodbye,” she called to his retreating back, her fingertips pressing her lips.

  “And I kept that promise,” he said, disappearing up the stairs.

  With widened eyes, she asked Searlas, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Don’t worry about it now.” Searlas wasted no time in hauling Jenny over his shoulder and climbing the stairs. Though Jed was barely ahead of them, he was nowhere to be found once Searlas and Jenny reached the yacht’s deck. But Searlas wasn’t fooled into thinking Jed deserted Jenny. Knowing Jed, he’d set out to thwart whatever was happening and trusted Searlas enough to keep Jenny safe.