Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage (34 page)

An answering growl came through his throat, rattling his chest until he felt he had no air left. “I will hunt you.”  A tiny female gasp followed by stillness.  Scents of musky arousal, wildflowers, and a hint of adrenalin…Oh, she was nervous.  Beasts loved nervous prey.  This time, Ciaran’s vision wasn’t red with anger, but still enhanced with an unmistakable glow. Even if he couldn’t scent her, his powerful werewolf could sight her anywhere.  Amazing, an ability he never knew he possessed.

“Get naked…unless you don’t care for those garments you’re wearing.”  A primitive sex-fueled
exhilaration
was pushing his werewolf to get his mate underneath him.   Ciaran needed inside her wee body, yearned to listen to her sexy moans of pleasure.  He would fuck her senseless, bathe her, feed her by his hand and start all over again.
I will bite you
.

With a purposeful stride, he forced himself to slow through the corridor.  It was dark, but he could see better in the dark.  Cocking his head, he heard a tiny splat on the stairs.  Salt and Rebecca, she was nervous enough to sweat, though he knew better than to pity her.  And it was her game; she started it. 
She’s courting you
.  “Oh, foolish girl, I come for you.” He misted to the stairwell, yet she was gone.  Tricky. “Don’t you want to kiss me?”  His beast was ecstatic.  Playing with his queen was a prelude to unimaginable mating.  “There are places I want to lick you with the
Were’s
tongue, sweeting. You know how long it can get, how rough.  Where else would it go but between your thighs?  Up at the top, where you’re delicately swollen and tender.  Where I have to hold you down because you run from the exquisite torture, where pleasure is so painful that it confuses you until you come.”

Scraping claws against the stone wall, he scale
d the stairs instead of misting.  In this particular section, there weren’t many rooms in which to
hide, and he wanted to prolong the hunt.
  He found her boots resting at the top, placed next to her jeans. “Why did you run o
ff?  Is it because I’m hungry?” 
A scrape he
heard to the left, and
now
she was
in his sight. The sweater and panties she wore. “Don’t worry, lass, I hunt for pleasure not food, or is that what worries you most?”

She d
idn’t answer.  Flying through an adjacent
doorway, she clipped her shoulder on the frame and tumbled in his mother’s private library.  “Careful, lass, I don’t want you bruised.” Echoing the hall, his boot steps neared his captured prey.

21

C
iaran stood
half dressed
in the doorway, staring down at her.  Blocking out all traces of light, Rebecca couldn’t believe the size of him.  “I would’ve won, if I hadn’t caught my shoulder.  She held it and feigned an injury.  In mid-transformation his beast scented the air, curli
ng a lip at her little white li
e.  Damn, she couldn’t fake the smell of pain. 

He stepped in, a beautiful confident creature with a human façade. Shimmering gold covered every delicious inch of
his
skin, his eyes glowed the brightest silver. Muscles massively expanded and well-defined, they rippled as he prowled close.  She loved those sharp planes right over his hipbones, paralleling a crisp midnight happy trail. 
I wanna
lick that path…and follow it where it leads
.
  And everything she saw was hers.

Now that Ciaran was towering around eight feet, his claws and his canines were the last thing that worried Rebecca.  His heavy erection had jutted through his opened zipper and strai
ned towards her, pointing
as if she were in trouble.  And nothing about it said gentle.
 
What are those piercings?

In a flash, he was gone.  And then he landed on top of her, overpowering her and pinning her to the floor.  Clasping her wrists in one strong hand, he raised them over her head and held them there.  Keeping most his weight off her except her pelvic area, he grated in the beast’s voice, “When the Alpha tells you to be naked… the Alpha expects you to be naked.” Opening his mouth wide, he went for her throat.

Rebecca tensed, but he didn’t bite.  Hanging
his canines on the neck
of her sweat
er, he tore it clean through
the midriff. With his free hand, he shredded the split sides and left her wearing her bra and panties.  It was the sheer set Blade had bought her, and she was a little attached to them. “Please don’t rip these, Blade gave them to me.” He quieted, apparently respecting her wish.  Rubbing the backs of his claws over her
abdomen
, his animalistic purr shook the crystal chandelier overhead. 

And he ripped them off anyway.

Gripping her jaw with a clawed hand, he kissed her wildly.  Thrusting his tongue between his canines, his velvet softness invaded her mouth.  Roughly licking and nipping, the werewolf’s kisses were far edgier than Ciaran’s.

His hand moved down, met the other at her ass and tightened.  Digging claws in her
flesh without cutting through
, he lifted her sex.  Rebecca’s pussy clenched right bef
ore he thrust
inside.  Arching
his head back, Ciaran growled until flakes fell down from the ceiling covering them in makeshift snow.  Pinching her clit between two claws, he released a gush of liquid inside her, making her wet enough to bring his cock to the hilt. 
Oh, I like the way you move.

Slamming home
, Ciaran was still in jeans
.  His zipper abraded the engorged area around
her lower lips.  Scraping gently
, Rebecca w
as too sensitive and he was
too crazed to stop.  Pushing harder, he pounded her until she thought she would break or die from a lethal orgasm.  “Slow down,” she moaned in his mouth.
 
Those rows and rows of piercings…

“No!” The Alpha beast shouted.

You’re the idiot who ran
in the first place.
Though the more he shoved his oversized sex into her, the more she loved his overt roughness.
And right now, she could say she liked that extra bite
or three
of pain.  Her legs gathered tight around him, feeling his hard length all the way to her cervix
and maybe past
.  That special little hot spot hidden deep inside -
where he went last time
- was her eject button.  Oh, and he was teasing her with it.  “Get me off!” she demanded, pulling the back of his hair until a few strands ripped out of his scalp.

“Mine
,” he groaned, slowing his strokes
and pulling all the way out j
ust to flip her and thrust back
in from behind.  He picked up speed, pumping her with a
merciless pace. Pushing his palm against her belly, he felt what she did.  His cock was driving deeper than imaginable.  Rebecca was on the edge with the scariest orgasm of her life.  As if sensing her struggles, Ciaran bit her shoulder.  Pinning her to the floor, he swiveled his hips counterclockwise.  Freeing her climax, she pulsated around his dick like a throbbing soft glove.  Holding and releasing, holding and convulsing, she knotted her hands on the floor.  Trying to get air in her burning lungs, Rebecca realized she was screaming uncontrollably between gasps. 

And he wasn’t finished.

Curling over her back, he released his bite and licked it.  She couldn’t stop tremb
ling as he kept up his incredible pace
.  “Where are we going with this?  Ah…I’m….on overload….damn.”   Ramming strokes, body stiffening and hardening over her,
Ciaran was starting to shatter
.  And t
he furniture was going
with him
.

But he didn’t stop.

Wooden fragments were landing around them, though he easily shielded her with his massiveness and continued his maddening pace.  “Things are happening…uh…big…guy…oooh…you’re bringing down the house.” When a table crashed next to them, he rolled it over his back, spun her on a broken book shelf and blew his heavy load
in
as far as it would go.  Splaying his p
alm over her stomach, he caressed her
and felt his cockhead buried deep.

Spread out on a broken shelf,
Rebecca glanced around at the books littering
the floor and moldy dust clouding the air.  He
didn’t care. Ciaran was coming off the beast and calming over her exhausted body.  Her head was hanging off the end of the
wooden
wreckage when she spied booted feet entering her line of vision. 

Blade.

“Well,” he used an everyday tone, bracing his palms on his hips.  “Here I am an innocent young man coming to the library to check out a book.” Palms went up.  “Look what position I find the librarian in when I get here.” He blew out a
pseudo disgusted sigh
and shook his head at the two.  “I think seeing you two this way will have lasting effects on my mind…maybe even corrupt me a little bit.”

“So, what you’re saying is…that we’re corrupting
you
?”  Rebecca’s voice sounded strange to her own ears. 
All that screaming has its price
.

“I think I read somewhere it can happen that wa
y.
” Blade’s repl
y was
quite husky.

“Aye…so if you’re leaning toward the dark side, maybe you should abandon your inner struggles and answer the call of bawdy mating.” Ciaran was back down from mid-trans, withdrawing from Rebecca with more care than he’d shown a few minutes ago. Ris
ing over the rubble, his cock
still stood incredibly erect.

“Man,” Blade’s voice held reverence, “she’s dripping off you
.  And
what the hell is tha
t?  Shit…I heard about those.  T
ribal piercings…they look painful.”

“Painful isn’t the word that best describes them,” Rebecca laughed.

Blade turned back to Rebecca and lost his train of thought. “And Ciaran is dripping out of you.”  He
stared at her wet pussy with a chilling intensity.  Willing away his clothes, he scooped Rebecca up.  She could feel the tension in his body, the need for release.  And the only furniture left standing was a tufted, red velvet chaise and an oddly placed onyx desk.  It seemed Blade was too pumped to take it easy on her, so he chose the desk.  Rebecca decided not to fight it, since she would probably pass out from visceral ecstasy or pure exhaustion, so the desk it was.

Laying her across the long end, he placed both palms on her knees and gave them a slight squeeze.  “The whole castle knows what you
’ve been up too.” A glint of mischievousness widened his eyes
. “
Imagine me heading to the kitchen and
smell
not food but
my co-mates having sex without me.” He brought her knees open half way and drew in a deep breath.  “You
smell like a dream, baby.  Fuck like one, too.  How’s a male to concentrate when he wants to dive
deep?"
He pushed one knee all the way to
the side,
and she felt Ciaran’s load ooze out and
slip
down her crevice.  Sliding fingertips over her swollen folds, he speared her with his middle finger. “That’s just beautiful.” He whistled, pulling his coated finger out and sucking it dry.  “It’s the
best-
tasting candy
with a creamy center.”

He pushed his face against her sex.  

Ciaran sealed his mouth over hers.  A killer erection pointed skyward, and she grabbed it, stroking her hand over the steely warmth while Ciaran groaned deep in satisfaction.  Blade tongued her opening, lapped at her clit and then went back in for more.  An organized cycle he kept up until her scrambled body was on the verge of another orgasm. 
No way.

She rocked against Blade’s face. “No you don’t,” he scolded, pressing her down and holding her in place as he continued his oral torture.  “You’re not coming again until I’m inside you.” Lick.  Lick. A low growl rumbled against her center. “I want you crazy with me, not passed out. Umm, what a feast… And if you want to bite with those new chompers of yours, feel free to go at it, baby…
anywhere
.”

Fire started at her clit and licked up her skin, spreading through to her nipples.  They beaded until she thought they would break off.  Ciaran sensed her change and drew one into his mouth while plucking the other insistently.  His erection was throbbing on her hand, slick with their joined climaxes and still demanding another round. 
They’re
definitely
going to kill me.

Ciaran moved down her belly, swirled his tongue at the dip between her navel and pubic hair before taking over at her clit.  Blade pushed one leg high over his shoulder as Ciaran held the other, spreading her out.  In unison, they pushed their tongues inside her vagina and fucked her with their mouths until she screamed their names repeatedly…begging them to stop.