Sanibel Surrender Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Five) (21 page)

When Molly slid down the length of Ail’s erection, his tribal borings rolling against her inner walls, she released a strangled curse. “It’s still sensitive from our bathroom escapade.”

Ail stilled her, a concerned line creasing his forehead. “Pain or too sensitive, there’s a difference, and I don’t smell any sense of pain wafting from you.”

“Too sensitive,” she grated, though, squirming for more. “Everything’s overly sensitive when it comes to you two.”  He settled her against his chest and she ran her tongue over his nearest tattoo. 

“Now, be still, sweetheart. Completely relax onto me while Heath works himself inside you.” Ail pulled her impossibly closer, into the cocoon of his heavy arms. When his skin brushed against her face, she nipped his bulging biceps. “Hey, now,” he warned, “spankings aren’t out of the question, remember?” When his light sprinkling of chest hairs tickled her nose, she tugged them with her teeth. “Oh, you just wait, Molly Ballbuster, I’m going to do more nipping of my own. And it’ll all be after I have you nice and secure inside that naughty playroom, down the hall.

“Hmm, I spied that place,” Heath whispered hoarsely, running his free hand up and down her spine as he worked his cockhead in her bottom. “I wouldn’t mind usin’ a few elements from there. Lift her pelvis a little, Ail. That’s it. Angle her up for me.”

“No problem.” Ail slipped his hands down, tilting her for Heath’s invasion. She made this strange sound. “Oh, shit, there she goes making that crazy sound in the back of her throat. I’m going to lose control.” And just like that, Molly felt his cock jump inside her.

“Breathe with me, Molly,” Heath instructed. “And, Ail, you need to do the same and stay still. I have to watch my tribal inflixx with her. She’s very tight.”

Ail gritted his teeth, releasing a choked groan. “You think I don’t feel how tight she is. Just when your head passed her muscular ring, I about lost my seed. Let me take the edge off, man. The pressure is too much.”

“Wait till she clenches on us, fisting our cocks the way only our true mate can.” He plunged in significantly. “Half way, Ail, stop your grinding. Wait till I slide in all the way and move her with a few of my strokes.”
Molly realized she was nearly screaming with every movement they made, this was far more intense than one taking her while the other cranked her up with his touch. This…this was impossible to deal with, but she would try her damnedest to relax, not to fight the barreling orgasm that was already seeking release. She lifted her breast to Ail’s mouth. “Please,” she whispered hoarsely. “Please.”

“Calm down, sweetheart,” he murmured, taking what she offered. All the while, his cock throbbed inside her extra tight opening as Heath tunneled through her backside. “That’s it,” he praised, nipping her with his canines. “Relax for us.”

With a final, definite thrust, Heath seated himself fully inside her, and she was full to bursting. Heath placed himself over Molly and Ail.  “Mate to Mate, don’t you feel this closeness, Molly Lass?”

“Yes,” she breathed deeply, coming up on her first orgasm. There wasn’t any way she could stop it. Ail’s navy blues turned smoky hot, right before he claimed her mouth in a brutal kiss, biting her lip before pulling away.

“Move, Highlander.” He closed his eyes briefly, and his canines appeared to be sharpening. “I can feel you against her thin membrane, and I can’t wait to stroke her with you.”

Heath nearly withdrew from her puckered opening, stopping just short of leaving her, and Ail followed down. Just when she was about to complain about the emptiness, Heath entered her again. Ail waited a beat until Heath started to withdraw again and then slid high. From there, they picked up a distinct rhythm. Her climax was there, about to go over, when Heath pressed his lips against her ear. “We all climax together.”

“How…am…I supposed…to do…that!” If his oversized cock didn’t feel so good where it was, Molly would have smacked him. Then it felt as though someone pinched off her orgasm, dangling it just out of her reach. “Oh, no, you didn’t!”

“I’ve dreamt of this for years, lass. I want us to come together. Don’t worry so, it won’t be long. I’m glidin’ through the tightest ass thinkable, the friction nigh overwhelmin’. In fact, I’m ready when Ail is.”

Instead of answering Heath, Ail plunged harder and screamed her name with a shudder. “Go, go, go!” He ran his whiskered jaw over her sensitive nipples when Heath released her orgasm, detonating her by reaching between her and Ail and tweaking her clit.  

Molly cried out, babbling, though she hadn’t a clue what she was even saying.

“Perfect, lass,” Heath crooned, sucking her shoulder and emptying his semen inside her, after her ass fisted him tightly.

Ail’s claws sprang out, and he ran the backs over her nipples, spiraling her orgasm even higher. She shivered. “So good,” she was hoarse from her cries of pleasure. “So…good.”

Heath made this guttural sound as he slowly withdrew from her for the final time. “I waited centuries for that and it was worth every second I waited.”

“Speaking of waiting,” Ail said, still running the backs of his claws over her breasts. “I smell Dru
waiting
.”

Molly’s jaw nearly hit the bottom of the tub. “Are you shitting me? Dru heard?”

“Just on the very last,” Ail said, finally opening those navy blues. “But I wasn’t stopping that action for the world, Molly Ballbuster.”

“And I don’t want you riding in a car again, considering the questionable motives of the Gryphs, until this mess is resolved,” Dru replied, “and your males insisted I not make it a pleasurable trip.”

“You don’t need Dru’s endorphins runnin’ through your system when comin’ here, lass,” Heath explained, entwining his fingers with Molly’s as he looked around her old condominium. “That’s why it stings a bit.” They didn’t have long before Wilson came home from work, and Heath wanted to avoid a confrontation. Not because he couldn’t handle a mortal, just the opposite, he could handle him too well – would be sorely tempted to kill him on first sight. And Heath coupled with Ail would be something Wilson shouldn’t walk in on ever.

“You taste somewhat like Renee,” Dru said with a devious chuckle. “Yet you have a bitter edge, similar to an over-brewed espresso. I must say that you’re delicious, but there’s an undercurrent there of which I’m curious.”

Heath scowled. “Brother-n-law or not, I’ve claimed and marked her. Don’t be lookin’ at my lass with bloodlust in your eyes.” He took her other hand and wrapped her tiny fist with his palm. “And a vampire wouldn’t know the flavor of over-brewed espresso, if it bit his bloodthirsty arse.”

Dru laughed heartily. “I have a keen sense of smell. And bloodlust? Really, Highlander, I’m well fed. After all, I munch on werewolf blood daily.” Dru tilted his head, misting away. “I’ll be at the hospital. Call me when you three are ready.”

Ail wasted no time pointing an accusatory finger in her face. “I can’t believe you were going to come here by yourself.”

“I wasn’t.” Molly huffed, whacking his finger away. “I was going to convince the movers to come back with me.
Conveniently
, Dru read my mind! Picked my idea right from my head,” she said with a shudder.

Heath picked one horrifying thought out of that. “Movers…the humans?” he asked, gaping in disbelief. “Before Dru offered, you were trustin’
humans
to protect you?”

Her brow furrowed. “You say humans the same way humans say dog shit, as if we’re something nasty to scrape off your shoe.”

“That’s not what I’m implyin’ and you know it,” Heath argued, hanging his thumb on his belt. His lip curled when her eyes followed his movement. “Remember that bath we just took.”
When I claimed your lovely backside like no other.

“Stop,” she whispered, her cheeks taking on an extraordinary blush. He remembered her ass cheeks doing the very same thing.

“Stop what?” Ail stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Nothing,” she whispered, leaning back against the sanctuary of his chest. “I can’t believe your brother, Mason, is going to load my stuff up in his truck. That’s imposing, don’t you think?”

“If it’s family, you can’t count it as imposin’,” Heath said, kissing her forehead.

“Seriously, you don’t need any of this stuff,” Ail explained evenly. “We can buy you anything that you want. Heath is so freaking old he can buy the world, and since I’m no longer considered a youngling, I get my trust money. And might I say, it’s a bitchin sum.” He shrugged. “What’s ours is yours.”

“This is
my stuff
!” Molly spun and stood on her tiptoes, trying to meet him nose-to-nose, but even in heels she skimmed Ail’s sternum. She was dressed back in Ail’s shirt and a pair of neon shorts Heath dug up from the gift shop at The Blue Pelican. Before he’d left Miami, he’d asked Tatum to make some phone calls to the local Sanibel Island shops, wanting Molly to have some nice things from her males. His only hope was that Molly wouldn’t create a ruckus when the gifts arrived.

“Mortals cling to their material possessions,” Heath tried explaining to Ail, but he saw the youngling’s Beta blood Beast flaring behind his navy blue eyes, pacing back and forth. Heath knew exactly what was happening. “Ail, she doesn’t realize that you -”

Keeping his eyes fixated on Molly, Ail cut him off, “Don’t want the stench of her ex-husband in
our
house, that’s what! Take the bare minimum, Molly. A memento…family heirloom, whatever, I can’t stay here for long.” His eyes flicked to Molly and Wilson’s former bed. “This place is getting to me. I swear the dickhead hasn’t changed the sheets since you’ve been here last. I can smell you! I sure as hell can smell him! It’s like he’s in the freaking room with us.”

“I didn’t ask you to come here,” she shot back.

“I told you. He’s been
inside
you.” Ail leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers. “Good Lord, you don’t know what that does to me…you couldn’t possibly.”

Molly stepped away. “Ail, a few nights ago, you were complaining about having to leave a pair of sure-things you lined up at Six Feet Under. You don’t hear me griping about your past lays.” She raised her hands in a helpless gesture. “Come on.”

“They weren’t you,” he breathed. “To me, no one’s
you.
You married this, this…” He pointed a shaking finger at the painting above their former marriage bed, depicting their entire wedding party, complete with Jayce and Tatum. “Human,” he sneered the word worse than Heath had, and she immediately bristled with indignation.

Heath couldn’t blame him there. He wanted nothing more than to literally piss circles around this particular bed, but they had to get a move on. Resigning to be the voice of reason, he said. “Pressure has a way of releasin’ itself at inopportune times. As of late, Molly has been through a lot. And, Ail, though you’re no longer called a youngling, you still are. So the urges you’re feelin’, even the unwarranted betrayal, are natural to our kind.”

“You’re not the only one having problems with being here,” she said in a ragged whisper.

Ail’s claws extended, his eyes meeting Heath’s for the briefest of seconds. There was something going on here, a smell, possibly a trail of power that wasn’t unfamiliar. And he had to figure it out. Discretely, he circled his finger in the air, letting Ail know to keep Molly talking.

Ail swallowed thickly. “Tell me about what happened with the dickhead.”

“Hasn’t Bane told you already?” she asked.

“All I know is that he broke your marriage vows, and Bane wants to kill him.” He kept his eyes on Molly while Heath misted about, his tracking senses on full alert.

Molly gritted her teeth. “The day before Arian brought me to Miami I walked in my husband banging his law partner across his desk.
Talk about your working lunch
. I stood there like a dumbstruck fool, staring on in horrified wonder, blinking rapidly as though the crude image before me would go away. Instead of disappearing, the whole scene moved from being grossly awkward to…” she stalled, tears slipping down her face.

“Release the pressure, Molly.” Heath misted next to her and stroked the column of her throat with one gentle finger, tamping the rage burning beneath her skin.

“Well, from that point, maybe for a second or two, I went a little crazy. I mean…I cannot recall ever turning violent, but the lines between right and wrong went fuzzy. And…I distinctly remember using my husband’s stapler as a weapon of devious destruction.”

A bark of laughter escaped him. “Not to worry, tis expected of your blood.”

“Ouch.” Ail whistled low. “A typical reaction when it comes to our little Ballbuster. Go on, sweetheart.”

“After I left Wilson’s office, I wandered aimlessly, even stopping at the historical museum to check on a position, for which I applied. I didn’t want to go home so I then stopped at Sven’s Spa for a day treatment and fired up Wilson’s credit card. Second stop was next door at Six Feet Under, not that I ever fit in at the Goth bar. But that didn’t stop all the times Wilson brought me there. Anyway, that was the point, I wanted to escape, didn’t want to be bothered. Discretely, I found a seat at the end of the bar, greeted Renee’s old boss Ryan, and immediately started a tab.”

“With Wilson’s credit card?” Aid interrupted with a grin.

She smiled faintly. “Yeah, why not?”

“That’s my lass,” Heath kissed her cheek. “Continue, please.”

Molly’s wobbly smile slipped. “Not even twenty minutes later, in walked Bane Ruyter, fitting in perfectly where I didn’t. I could have sworn patrons actually appeared
frightened
, giving him wide berth as he made a clear path directly to me. Of course, seeing as he is Beta, that’s understandable.”

Heath’s face turned cold. “Six Feet Under is swarming with vampires.”

“And a mixed blood inside that place is the equivalent of dangling a chicken over a starving gator,” Ail added, shaking his head. “Before you know it, you’ll be snapped up. You’re just that tasty.”