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Wicked currents crackled around them, enticing heightened eroticism, and he wasn’t even inside her.  With her next breath, scraps of cloth were scattered everywhere, and they were tangled.  A low hiss escaped Sixten before he plundered her mouth. He pushed his free hand through her hair, tightening on her nape, while he maintained a blistering friction on her now swollen clit.  Her hips lifted, bucking, but he held them down by placing his heavy thighs against hers. 

She knew what he was doing, using his power to coerce her to orgasm, to lay open for him.
So much for him trying not to.
 And when she attempted to push his tongue from her mouth to catch her breath, a frightening warning growl left his throat.

He lifted his flaxen head and leaned his forehead on hers.  “My shifter side wants free.” After pulling his hands away, tight mini-orgasms took over, stealing her breath as they antagonized her sex.  A battled raged inside him.  She saw it by his dark look as he stared down at her. “It wants to take you this way.”

What did that even mean?

“There’s, uh,”- he was panting heavily, fighting for control -“something I want to be honest about.”

“What else is there, Six?” Her dark brows drew together.  Mentally, she was trying to erase the sensations she just experienced, and the empty ache he’d left behind. “I mean, your mother’s a vampire and your biological father is a shape shifting…ah…”  Blythe’s head was spinning.  Her body was in acute need of his.

“Alien.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t wanna bring that part up.”

“What’s the difference?” He splayed a possessive hand over her lower stomach. “You’ve met werewolves and vampires.”

“Sure.  Logically, there shouldn’t be a difference.” Her breaths were choppy. “In the human world, those who believe in aliens think they are smarter and more advanced in most ways.  Any life-forms who have higher intelligence and capabilities to change at will are pretty scary.”

“Hmmm”- he dipped down and nuzzled her neck- “so you think I’m pretty.”

“Scary.” She leaned into his touch and murmured, “Left off the scary, Six.”

“How’s this for scary?” He rose on his knees and gripped his penis, hiding nothing. 

“Oh!”

Blythe reached over and flipped on the bedside lamp.  “Oh…oh.” She was staring at something she’d never seen before. “Where did that come from?” Her voice sounded distant to her ears. 
It
was definitely larger, much larger, but had two additional ridges behind the crown and long blue cords ran under his golden skin, too many to count. “Those aren’t, uh, bulging veins.”

“No.  They are like your clitoris, highly sensitive.  In this true form, just running your sweet fingertips down them could lead me to coma-inducing orgasms.  As you can see, when my shifter side is present, they swell, waiting to please you.” 

Texture, lots of texture, she was more than intrigued by that thought.  “So…you shift this to look like a human’s penis?”

“Yes, and I don’t want to hide from my wife.  I want you naturally - this way.” He tightened his grip until his head turned blue and moisture slicked his head.  She couldn’t help it and reached forward to dab her tongue in the slit.  But he pulled back, trembling.  “When I took you, I made it smaller, smoother even.  I won’t do that anymore. I want it all. Do you understand?”

“Why does sex have to come with a dire warning?”

“When you’re with my shifter side, when it fully comes out, you are not in control.” He hesitated a moment, absently stroking himself. “Hell, I’m not in control of it. You shouldn’t argue, fight, or push me away. 
It likes that.
So before I take you this way, I wanted to be honest.”

She scooted back on the bed, desperately wanting what he had in his hand…yet.

“Come here, moja láska.”

She stayed, thinking too much - all the while burning for him.

“I almost killed Kash early this morning, he was telling Oycher you had the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen.” He stretched it with his hand, pulling it way past his navel. “I’d forgotten how he walked in on us at the house and lost my shit in front of half the Vojaks.  Qudir had to peel me off him.” A crystal stream trickled down his shaft. “Only because I decided to let him live.”

She lost her breath at the sight of those glittering eyes full of untamed desire, Thoroughly overwhelmed with lust, she whispered, “I’m gonna kick his ass.” 
After I screw your brains out, buddy.

“Oh, he would let you, if you were to do it naked - which will happen only in his dreams.  Spread your legs wide, angel.” She opened them and he picked up his stroking.  “Wider.” His fangs elongated. 

“You’re not going to bite me, are you?” He’d almost killed her from that.

“I want to
so
badly.” He was fixated on her pink flesh. “Look how wet you are for me.”  Sixten inhaled deeply, drawing her scent into his body and curling his tongue around his left fang. “We will condition me to your incredible flavor, bit by bit. I will learn restraint, since I want to feed only from you as long as Dru says you’re able.  Relax, and I will show you how pleasurable it is between mates.”

He was on her, burying her body under his hot, heavy weight. “Do you want me, Blythe?  I smell that you do.” He pressed his thumbs on her center, spreading her open before thrusting his stiffened tongue inside, mindful of his claws.

“Oh,
yeah
, Six, I want you.”  Sixten scraped his fangs over the hood of her clitoris before pulling it back, and then suckled voraciously as she screamed out his name in a climatic benediction. “God, Six…so good…” Her body bowed off the bed, tightening right before it released violently.  He gave her no time to recover.  His tight hips pressed between her quivering thighs as his blunt head dipped inside.    

She was dripping for him, but she tensed when she felt the second ridge push through.  He stared down at her with his sex-slicked mouth and encouraged her to take all of him. “Relax into it.   You’re very responsive to my shifter – open for us.”

Her body throbbed and clenched under his commands, losing itself in his sensuality - his alien side. His voice distorted, but she still understood him. “You are precious to us…we’ll, oh, uh, care for you always,” he groaned while closing his eyes and clenching those straight white teeth. Large, elongated fangs stabbed his whiskered chin.  

The third ring passed through, and then she really tightened on him, burning and stretching around his thick stalk.  Sixten took her hand and placed it where they joined. “Feel us together?” He slid another inch, stinging in a very good way.  “Love me.  Now.  Let me have everything.” Then he was all the way in, balls pressing against her while holding still.  Sweat dripped down, flowing in sensuous rivulets over his sexy body.  Her face was under his chest, and she listened to his pounding heart while running her wet tongue over his flat nipple.

Sixten threw his head back, corded muscles straining down his throat, shoulders bunched and poised to pounce with fangs catching the light.  She exploded at the sight of him, though he remained still while deeply rooted inside her.  Her flesh gripped every solid inch of his length until she thought his cock would shatter under the sheer force of her clenching.  “It’s too much.”

“Not nearly,” he hissed, while sliding all the way out and starting in again.  Slowly.  Friction fed friction, she screamed from the contact, the too-full sensation, clawing him as he growled his approval.  That’s when he grew dark above her – black seduction, appearing inky as a nighttime storm cloud, but still in his corporeal form.

“What’s happening?”

Warmth encircled her as he thrust on, overheating her body, rushing through her before cooling her down.  A velvet tongue flicked her pulse, as her channel tightened around him again. Stroking, stroking, and stroking her inner walls, while his tongue continued on her pulse.  She heard herself cry out as he hissed over her throat. 

Sixten bit down, pinning her to the bed as he picked up an incredible pace.

Inside her body, he pounded with his hot, hard cock.  At her vein, he drank greedily, cupping her jaw and pulling her closer.  Teeth scraped her sensitive neck, as he savored every drop with a flickering tongue. His soft moans of approval contrasted the sounds of heavy flesh smacking flesh. 

She closed her eyes as he swallowed and gasped when he switched techniques, circling wide inside her.   His tripled-crowned cock unturned everything within her, throwing her over an unknown precipice she feared.  Those blue cords stiffened, rolling over her soft ridges with every thrust and just the right amount of abrasion before they initiated a soft, rhythmic suctioning.  “What…oh, what…is that?” She dug her heels in his muscled ass.  Too much pleasure, she had to get away. 
So overpowering. 

“Lose control,” he pulled up, growling until her body vibrated with his, both trembling together as they fell apart in one another’s arms. “Let us have you.”

Moments passed – maybe minutes or possibly hours.  Sixten became him once more, inky cloud to golden flesh, staring down at her as if she were the only thing that mattered in the world.  And she had to openly admit that she couldn’t walk away from him either, never again. So Blythe said the words he wanted to hear.  The ones she wanted to say.  The ones buried behind a heartfelt commitment she’d avoided for far too long. “Six, I really do love you.”

“I know.”  His eyes closed tightly as he swallowed thick emotion.  “God, I know it.”

Chapter 21

S
ixten had finally given in and
allowed
her to go back to her apartment to collect her things, of course, with him in tow.  Conveniently, the Weres agreed to meet her downstairs at the club. Ryan was pushing off the opening an hour to accommodate everyone’s schedule. 

She smiled over at her domineering Sixten. She didn’t want a Neanderthal, never expected to ask permission for this and that.  But as far as her safety went, Sixten was caveman and highland lord rolled into one.  She understood his protectiveness, even appreciated it somewhat, especially considering what she now understood was ‘out there’.  And if she ever
thought
about forgetting, Sixten would pointedly remind her how his brother easily collected her in a dark alley while on her way home from work.  Only by Rave’s mercy did she fall into Sixten’s hands due to the fact that Rave seemed to have some bargain with an obscure entity.  One that enabled him to do anything, anywhere, and at any time, he wanted. 

    And wasn’t that a pleasant thought?

    “I’m sorry about…leaving suddenly,” she said after hearing Ryan step inside the door. Blythe recognized his breathing patterns and the gait of his walk for a lifetime now. “You must’ve been worried.”

    He spoke to Sixten instead, “You wanna give us a minute, Six?” 

    “No.”

    “Do you want me to give you a minute later?” She narrowed her eyes at him and placed both hands on her full hips, drawing his attention to a place he loved to hold on to…and bite…for hours.  She could feel his intense sexual arousal directing itself straight at her and she fought not to gasp in front of her friend.  She raised a brow as if to say ‘marking your territory’ in front of Ryan? 

    His lip lifted at the corner while he unhurriedly slid off a metallic-coated leather bomber revealing a tailored, white oxford shirt that fit his form muscle by muscle.  He threw his jacket over the back of her ratty sofa and sauntered out the door.  Before he closed it, he took a quick look over his shoulder and caught Blythe eyeing his fine ass covered in distressed, skinny jeans that should be outlawed now that he’d worn them. At least, other men should be embarrassed to wear them in his presence. There wasn’t anything skinny on that man, especially what hung quite heavily between his legs.  He’d worn them for her, no doubt, wanting to keep her eyes on him and him alone.  His plan worked brilliantly, just as his body did.

    “It’s hard for a man to compete with perfection.” Ryan snapped her out of it, clicking the door closed.

    “You were never competing with him or for me.  What
were
you doing?”

    “I can’t exactly say.”

    “Because I’m not one of you or because you weren’t acting in best friend capacity?” She chewed her bottom lip when it trembled.  “At least, since I moved back here.” 

    “You’ve met Maestru?”

    “Yeah, we’re not exactly chums.”

    “Then please understand why I’m not allowed to explain.”

    She nodded. “Days like these, I look back and see a friendship that was built on deceit.”  She stared at the boxes filled with most of her old clothes and knickknacks.  Inconsequential items that didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things.  At one time, she thought they had, but not so much anymore.

    “Because I never told you I was a vampire.  Take that omission away and look at my actions.  They speak of a true friend.  One that doesn’t want to let go of what we have.” 

He ran his eyes over her, but it wasn’t the same way Six did.  It was typical-man style, a glance of carnal appreciation.  The way any guy strolling along admired her and any other woman that passed by him later – foolish romanticism on the female’s end, hot need on the male’s – and nothing more. 

Ah, but when Six looked at her in carnal appreciation, his eyes told a different story, his soul shone through lacing all hot looks and dirty thoughts with pure passion and interminable love. By God, she was so glad she was with him again – wholly relieved.  No one else would ever do.

No one would ever measure up.

“I’m not letting go of our friendship.” She stepped into the bathroom and removed brushes and hairclips from the drawers. “I’m just trying to understand
what
you’re not telling me.”

“Don’t try so hard to understand things you can’t be told.”

She made an impatient sound and lifted a tube of blood-red lipstick.  She pulled off the cap and went to work on her lips.  “How long have you kept secrets from me, Ryan?”

Instead of answering, he asked, “How can I set your mind at ease, Blythe?”  He stepped into the doorway and took up all of her space.  Ryan was as big as Six, but she’d place bets he wasn’t nearly as powerful.