Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage (16 page)

“Which
were
wolf?”
  It sure repelled her touch.

“
My
were
wolf, he wants his claim.  Can you blame him? Since we’ve found out were mates, I’m crawling
naked
on glass, s
hredding any essence of humanity that I have
while
waiting for you. 
And the fact tha
t you’re in heat, well, the beast
is
losing his shit over it. The pounding in my head nearly killed me.” Blade took a possessive glance at her. “
It’s not your fault, but
I’m stone hard. 
I haven’t marked you
,
and Ciaran pis
ses circles around what’s mine.”

He pisses circles around his whore.
  She swallowed hard and asked, “How much longer?”

“Rumors leaked
that
it’s
tomorrow night, not sure if that’s true.  If r
aid
s
on the
rogue Haba
lines start, we’re out of here, good to run. 
The pack will be too busy to track
us.
”  Pulling her close, he pressed his erection against her stomach.

“What if I never mist again?” 

Cleary unworried, Blade assured her, “We’ll still run toge
ther, ba
by, making love in the wetlands and
the ocean.”
He kissed her tenderly.
“
Besides, I think Gage could knock any spell Ciaran’s placed on you.  He just needs to get to you first and check it out.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, I do. 
I have
to lurk
around, find out what I can.  If I stay here
with you any longer
,”
he whispered, leaning back and shooting blue lasers from his eyes
, “my cock’s gon
na make trouble
.
”

“Oh, well,” she huffed, “we wouldn’t want that.” Sarcasm covered her statement. 

With his open mouth, he wrapped his lips over the column of her throat.  Suckling the very same vein he wanted to tap before, he bit down as far as he could go without breaking the skin.  “Feel me, Becca,” he whispered desperately, “feel me the way I feel you.”  He misted away.

After
Rebecca wiped a few lonely tears, she jumped in the shower
.
Heat didn’t creep up on her this time.   The slam was sudden, like she’d been dropped in the middle of nowhere without
food and
she was
starved.
 
Sexual frustration leapt to
rage
with every warm spray that hit her
swollen
sex.
Thinking
of nothing but Blade b
urying himself deep inside her, soothing the
hurt
, she slid her fingers inside.
  The
cramps
started as if they’d never left
,
and
her
body grew wetter
with every stroke
. 
Nothing relieved her and there wasn’t a way to call Blade back.
Tossing her hair out of her eyes, Rebec
ca released a
pent-
up breath
. 
She couldn’t orgas
m
.  Yeah, she needed Blade’s pheromones, but still.  Couldn’t she give herself a little relief? 
Apparently not.

No wonder the wolves fought each other for unmated females in Rebecca’s newfound condition. 
Now, she was
a
n eternal
sympathizer.
  If she made it back to Sanibel, she’d tell every unmated
Were
female she knew to screw those desperate males silly.
Let nature take its course and by no means fight mystical pulls.
Heat was unfathomable lust searing through her blo
od.  Molding her, redefining the female within
while
bringing her to her knees, it begged for the ultimate
release
only a male could give. 

I want Blade.

O
ne singular creature
held the
blame for
everything her life had become.
The very reason she wasn’t under the moon rocking with her man.
  He led t
he undue stress on her brother and friends,
the risks her
mate
took daily
, and the
ingrained
torture
she received waiting
day in and
day
out
for her execution.  And she was having dinner with the moody
mother
fucker.
  “I’ve clipped your wings,” she mocked
in her deepest voice
, “You’re in my gilded cage,
whore
.
  
Well
, Alpha of Scotland,
” she shut off the
shower.  Determination
stiffened her spine
and a
smile that
wasn’t a smile
split her
face.
“
Y
ou’re about to dine with a
raving
bitch in heat
.
  Good luck with that.
”

9

F
ire flicker
ed
in a massive stone fireplace
casting a demonic glow over Ciaran.
Staring at
his reflection in a
gilded mirror, he noticed it
showcased his moods
perfectly
. 
One
flicker Satan’s
spawn
and the next portrayed a seductively glowing Highla
nd Laird capable of making a bonny lass
forget her name once he settled atop her.
He’d accomplished the latter many times over his long life.

Come to me
,
little spitfire.
Your
were
wolf
awaits
.

On cue, light
ning
flashed from a nearby storm just as
the
double doors opened grandly to reveal
his
sentinels escorting in
…. Rising quickly,
he curled a brow at the sight
before him
.   T
hen
Ciaran executed
a svelte move
,
if he did say so himself
, which
hid his lower half behind an armchair.  His cock standing at attention as various
attending
pack member
s drooled on, but certainly not for him.
   Had he ever hardened
for a lass
from across the
room?
  Not in a brothel as a pup, not even in a modern-day strip club had it happened, until now,
and all
in his very home.
“What are you wearing?”

Take her!

Soon, control yourself
,
beast
. 

“The clothes you provided for
me.”
The fire-headed
vixen
pressed her hands down her front, biting her lip nervously, dripping with sugary sweetness.
Even so, she looked very uncomfortable with her body.

He wasn’t buying it. 

“Afanas, a moment please,”
Ciaran directed his Beta to a private
corner.

Afanas came quietly, listening to his Alpha b
ut not taking his eyes off
her
.  “Yes, sire?”

“Oh
,
it’s
sire, is it?  What
clothes did you procure for my woman
?  She wears next to nothing.”  Cri
mson curls piled the lass’s
head,
drift
ing across her forehead and
sliding around her n
eck
. 
Fuck me hair.
Cosmetics
perfected her perfection
s, Kohl lining
her eyes
.
Come fuck me eyes.
A
microscopic
and much too sheer white skirt skimmed her ‘worship at
my alter
’ thighs.  Her blouse, he groaned, “That’s not a blouse, but a
teeny
scarf.”

“It’s called a halter top.”  Afanas had the
nerve
to wink at her.

What’s worse?  She
winked back. 
“Her tits are much too lar
ge for something of that nature,
”
Ciaran
barked
, stifling
a territorial growl.

“Oh, I think whoever
designed that blouse had her
breasts
in mind.”
  Afanas barely glanced at his Alpha.  “I’d like to thank him or her per
sonally…eh, who am I kidding?  A male designed that top
and we both know it
.”

“For the love of God, man, listen to me and stop ogling
the lass
.  I ordered
dresses
…not scraps of cloth and black leather
…
stiletto
…
boots.”
Come fuck me shoes.

“The play clothes,” Afanas said, rolling his eyes.  “She clearly mixed them up with the ‘out of the boudoir’ garments.  An easy fix, I’ll walk her upstairs, explain the difference and help her change.
  It’ll take a while.
”

“Set your
fooking
ass down, Beta.”

“Ah, so the cat hasn’t got your brogue
,
after all
.  My guess is she’s stirring your pot.  A smart one y
ou have, better watch you
r back.   If you’re lucky, said back will
be nice and bloody by sunrise.
”

“Taken under advise
ment along with everything else,
” Ciaran
grated
and
directed an intense
stare and his throbbing sex
towards his new mistress.  The breath left his chest.  “
Come sit, my sweet,
”
he clogged on
the words
while
ho
lding a palm
out for her.
She took it.  In all honesty, Ciaran
was surprised
that
she had
. 
Because
even though she was finally free to walk
with guards out of her
chamber and dine like a lady, s
he
seemed more than peeved this night. 
Up to something, he thought.  But so was he. 
Maybe he shouldn’t have told her she was in a cage. 
He
mentally
shrugged.  Everyone knows
b
oundaries must be s
et
by the Alpha
.  Best she understood the rules from the start.

When they neared the table,
Ciaran decided that his mistress
had the most gorgeous ass that graced the face of this real
m.
  So pushing her chair in wasn’t a
drudgery of male chivalry, but the
blessing of ocular sin.
And he couldn’t help but notice that she wore no bra
.  As she sat, he
r
breasts jiggled, hard
ened
berries
protruded through the thin fabric
for all to see. 
Damn it.
 
Sliding across the
silky
fabric with every move her body made.
Swaying heav
ily as she reached for her fork
.
I will taste your nipples.

Instead, h
e stilled her hand. 

“I will feed you.” A faux smile lit her face.  She didn’t like that
edict
one bit
.
 
Neverthe
less, a piece of lamb passed through
her
lips
from
his
fork
.  W
ith
a seductive
undertone
, Ciaran gently slid the tines over her tongue.
I’ve
not once
fed a female, until now.