Captiva Master - Vampire Warewolf Menage Six Feet Under Series Book 4) (12 page)

“Adam, I want you in me.”

Then he should show her what a Habaline was all about. When other females desired him, he led them to think his sex was like that of a human male. Since Dakota know understood he was an alien shape shifter, he refused to deceive her regarding his aching cock. “Study me.” Wrapping his arms around her, he flipped them. With her looking up at him, he stood on his knees and gripped his sex in a chokehold, his heavy balls swinging between his thighs, while sensing his shifter was going to spray her with his marking, at any moment. Her eyes rounded as she took in the two additional ridges behind the head of his thick penis, the endless blue cords running under his skin. His barbs remained hidden. Sixten had explained male barbs only released when a Habaline male claimed his true female, or in Sixten’s case, when his shifter had impregnated Blythe. Adam didn’t know what was going to happen with his, but there was only one way to find out. “Do you want me this way?”

“Oh, Adam.” Her fingers gripped the linens as she watched his cock glisten for her, his shifter lubricating his shaft to take her. “Will it hurt?”

He stifled his laughter. “You could say I’m the one in pain, though you are, too. Without me.” He eased some of his weight on her, his oversized body holding her delicate frame against the bed. She lost her breath when he stroked her pretty pussy. “Spread your thighs.” Easing down, he gripped her fleshy hips with his hands, lifting her for his mouth. Her legs fell open, knees going in opposite directions with her complete submission. Adam remained unmoving, staring at her sex as she stared at him questioningly. When he caught sight of a sweet vein buried in her inner thigh, he wanted to bite her, right where that Vojak marked her. Sadly, he would wait until she was stronger for him to feed from her, though it was something in which to look forward during their next coupling. Easily, he brought his thumbs to her nether lips, easing her apart. “Open for your male, Dakota.” Adam’s fangs elongated as his cords stirred restlessly.

He dipped his head, using his shifting abilities to thicken and texture his tongue, lengthening it a bit, as well. When he delved inside her musky sweetness, he heard her catch her breath, holding it as she started to writhe. Ah, her flavor was everything he hoped for and more. “You taste like mine.” Yes, he could drink her many times a day. Circling his tongue a couple inches inside her heat, wet suction tugged him higher. Opening his mouth wider, he kept his tongue working her as his nose teased her clit.

“I’m going to,” she cried out, trying to buck her hips away from his insistent mouth, but he wouldn’t allow her the action. She would endure this torture-pleasure, would give him everything without hiding or backing away, until her body released. Then they would do it all over again.

Adam was relentless, delivering wet licks when he wasn’t thrusting inside her. “You are soaked for me, just for me.” He teased her mercilessly, playing with her, urging her to reach the ultimate pinnacle. A sheen of sweat spread over her, her still damp hair sticking to her temples. Adam stared up between her legs, his shimmering green illuminating her torso, bathing her in the light of his shifter.
So lovely, so
mine.
The second he scraped a fang under the edge of her clitoral hood, he sensed her first ripple, her pussy filling the quiet bedchamber with wet suctioning sounds accompanied by their combined erratic breathing.

She shattered in a wet rush. “Oh, Adam!”

“My name on your lips while you cry out in ecstasy is the only gift I’ve ever known.” She had the sweetest sex he’d ever tasted. “Do you hear how much you want this, want me?”

“I do.” Dakota closed her eyes, her back arching in a surge of desire. “Please.” Her nipples were tightening only for him just as her head dropped back and rested on the bed.

“Don’t let go,” he growled, dragging his fangs over her cleft, teasing the swollen lips drenched with her arousal. Upon reaching her hardened clit again, he licked a slow circle around the nub and she released a strangled groan. “Hold this one off,” he demanded. “I want to feel you milk my cock with your next orgasm.”

Moving higher upon her body, he kissed each delicious nipple, while dangling his thick length between her legs. His lips, tongue, and fangs doused in her womanly juices, he then took her mouth fiercely, bringing his elongated tongue to the back of her throat. She trembled, tightening up to urge his sex into her waiting heat.

“You are completely mine,” he growled, inching his crown between her slick lips, passing the first ridge.

“Deep, I want it deep, Adam.”

“Of course, you do.” Fisting his hand in the back of hair, he slid his opposite hand back under her ass and drove himself into his newfound mate. The sensation, so incredible,
so incredibly tight
, and then...shock hit him. “Dakota, baby, are you okay?”

Dakota stilled, her channel throbbing around him, as she looked at him up in pained confusion.

“If only you’d told me…” Keeping one hand beneath her plush ass, he brought his other hand from the back of her head and cupped her face tenderly, staying still as her virgin flesh adjusted to his intrusion. “It’s going to feel better in a moment. I vow it.”

Dakota swallowed a couple of times, her brows raised in bewilderment. “That
really
hurts.”

Adam kissed her forehead, trailing his mouth down to her ear. “I wish I could take the pain from you, Dakota. Possibly, we can distract you.” Keeping his cock where it was, his balls plastered on her delectable ass, he lifted his torso, gripped her ankles, and parted her thighs wider. Nodding at her throbbing clit, he demanded, “Rub your pussy.”

Following his lead, she pinched her clit, twisting it back and forth. He observed her actions, memorizing how she touched herself so he could replicate her actions for their next mating. “Faster,” he growled, sensing her channel softening for him, relaxing, as he circled his hips. “What a sight, baby.” Her eyes closed, her body easing into complete arousal along with her sex. “There you go.”

“Adam?” Dakota questioned what she felt, his blue cords seeking her out, their texture swelling within her.

“It’s alright,” he soothed her, drawing his length out until he nearly left her, and rushing back in until he kissed her womb. “They’re just a part of me, wanting to be a part of you. I showed you how I wasn’t like a human male before we started, remember?” His voice started distorting, his shifter dominating his other half. “I won’t feel like a human male, either.”

Her next orgasm finally emerged as he rode faster, driving her higher, the cords seeking her out and caressing her channel. “Adam, it’s different…so different.” She shook her head, her jaw going slack.

“Relax into it.” He dropped her ankle and pressed his thumb into her anus. Her tight hole so wet with her cream that he went in without a hitch. His fangs draped his chin as her throaty moans reached his ears, and he scented her eminent release. Her back bowed and he felt her wet ripples over his entire length. Placing her ankle over his shoulder, he leaned down, still working her pussy, still working her ass, and ran the flat of his tongue up her throat.

“No!” she cried out hoarsely, her limbs stuttering from the power of her release, her delicate woman’s body growing weak beneath him. “No biting!”

“Hush, now.” Instead, he sucked her skin as he released into her, wishing he could mark her with his teeth. Then, as the last pulse of scalding cum left him, his barbs shot from his cock and locked onto Dakota’s womb.

She cupped his face, staring up at him in dazed satisfaction, her breaths sawing in and out of her lungs. “What was that hot pinch?”

Although she certainly appeared relaxed, Dakota was exhausted. “Rest now, baby,” he whispered, coercing her to sleep as he waited for his shifter to unlock from her body.

“You’re making me sleep,” she accused with a sex-husky voice.

“What are you going to do about it?” He laughed at her scowl, rubbing the faint line between her flaxen eyebrows. “I will take care of you always, whatever you need. You need rest.”

Adam took a moment to catch his breath as her eyes fluttered closed, her body drifting into a heavy sleep. Leaning down, he sniffed her throat over the place he would soon mark her. “I thought freedom would bring me happiness, but tonight, I’ve been proven wrong. Now, Dakota, you are everything to me.
Now
, I am truly happy.” Focusing his eyes on the linens marred with her virgin’s blood, he vowed, “Tomorrow, with this evidence, I will do as any proper male should and claim you as my mate to the Coven.”

Chapter 16
Weremiasma, Scotland

A werewolf youngling stood transfixed, held in place by a profound fear she couldn’t snap out of, the Undead herding her against a grassy embankment. “Jump high!” Maestru yelled across the field, slicing into the creature to his left, beheading him, while trying to reach her. She roared when the nearest Undead grabbed her wrist. It was beyond the Coven Master’s comprehension that she wouldn’t transform and use the brute force her werewolf species was known for, fighting for her life instead of waiting to die.

Clearing yet another path her way, Maestru felt more than heard a piercing hiss flow across his body, making him take his eyes off the horizon, flipping them to the left. Right then, metal sliced the air, a heavy sword then halting a quarter inch from his throat and stopping the claymore, before Maestru lost his head. He took a step back and met Gage MacGelton’s eyes.

Gage pushed Maestru’s Undead attacker away, willing it back to ground. Then he snarled over his shoulder at Maestru, flashing twin canines, curved and dripping with blackened blood. “You now owe me for your life, Coven Master.”

“Not today, Dog.” He found an opening and sprinted toward the werewolf female, who had finally decided her life was worth a fight. “We’re merely even for you taking my fangs.”

Another strangled hiss sounded, causing Maestru’s head to jerk up but he kept his eyes on the female Youngling. If he could save her, the night wouldn’t be a total bust. His hand went to his belt and he pulled out his silver dagger, the only thing he had on him that would kill nearly every werewolf he encountered, even those of Alpha blood, and then some. He tore through the circling of Undead, hating how they sounded so human when they groaned and hit the ground. A be-clawed fist managed to collide with his solar plexus, piercing his chest to his heart as he tagged the last line encircling the female. She opened her mouth in shocked gratitude. “I don’t want your thanks,” he ground out, putting his silver dagger away, though raising his sword high. “Run. I want to see you run away from this alive. Go!” He coerced her. Without fear hampering her immortal skills, she managed to mist away.

An elbow met his collarbone and he spun to catch an Undead by the throat, right before it meant to feed on him. This thing was nasty, putrid breath and gunky skin. Maestru guessed the creature had once been a vampire and had died by immortal fire. “Go back to rest,” he hissed as he kicked out, curling his heel around the back of its knee. They went down in a heap, rolling on the ground. Incredulously, Maestru lost his sword and he couldn’t pull out his trusty dagger as both his hands were holding the creature’s mouth away from his throat.

If it weren’t for the hole in the middle of his chest, literally exposing his heart, Maestru would be finished with this one by now. As it stood, he was having a time with it. He could sense there was something more here, something deeper at work. Why else would someone pointedly raise such a maddened induced army? Searching the deep recesses of his mind for a spell, he found one that might help. After another roll, he was back on top, putting enough distance between him and the Undead to place his knee in its chest. His arms were now briefly free and he held them out, chanting the ancient words his mother had tucked away in his psyche when he was a youngling. A surge of power left the ground, burrowing through his body and rushing through his fingertips. He opened his eyes, marveling at the crimson and bronze runes dancing in the air. One by one, the Undead staggered and dropped. He kept it up, though Maestru could feel his own power draining, until the werewolves beheaded each Undead.

When the last head rolled, Maestru shook his. He managed to stand, gasping in pain, and caught sight of Ciaran, Alpha of Scotland. The Alpha was wiping the blood of his sword before sheathing it. It seemed that Maestru wasn’t the only one using Druid weapons this night. Gage and Blade directed the other werewolves to circle the perimeter, checking each crypt and crevice for more Undead, though Maestru felt the living were safe for now.

Ciaran walked to him, his thick legs making short work of the distance between them, his expression grim. Maestru stood waiting, his thundering heart fighting to pump what blood there was left in his body. He refused to touch his chest, knew that his breastbone was torn away, exposing his vital organ. Easily, one of the werewolves could reach in and end his life. Blood would be a Godsend about now, but he couldn’t drink from any of these tainted fallen, nor would a werewolf offer to feed him. Therefore, he’d have to wander out of Weremiasma without misting, since he had to conserve his power, and feed from the humans outside of the village. It would be days before he could mist back to the United States, unless he feed from another immortal.

Before Ciaran said anything, Maestru demanded, “Tell me the crypts are still be spelled.” He felt his heart skip a few beats, before starting back.

“They are intact,” Ciaran promised solemnly. “I’ll make sure they stay that way.”

“I’m wondering how you’re going to keep that particular vow.” Maestru looked over his shoulder, zeroing in on the shadowed hill that housed his family’s resting place. He wanted to see the crypts before he left, lay his hands on the cool stone and feel
something
of his parents, of his brothers and his sisters. After all, he hadn’t a clue when he would ever be welcomed again on this soil. Without thinking, he needlessly exerted his taxed body and headed for them. Ciaran followed. Veins of blackened soil split the long grass, running in random patterns, a mix of death and life grew here. One of the worst battles between the vampires and the werewolves happened in Weremiasma, far surpassing tonight’s fracas, when the werewolves had taken this land away from the Scottish Coven forever. For some reason, Ciaran continued to allow Maestru’s deceased family to stay. They stopped when Maestru reached his mother’s grave, his fingers reaching out to trace the inscription.