Sanibel Virgin

by Talyn Scott

  Archer and Mason huffed in unison. Then Mason finally said, “When our time comes to have Younglings, Kalen.”

  “I’ll stop.” Joy blossomed inside of her. “I will stop and leave the position for good. I would never risk dying on my children. Never. I know what that feels like.”

  “Okay, I suppose we’re compromising.” Archer’s smile stretched wide. “Next full moon, then?”

  “Next full moon,” she agreed. “Can one of you kiss me, please?”

  “Oh, sweetheart, come here.” Archer slanted his mouth over hers, his kiss rougher than it’d ever been. She moaned into his mouth, relishing the distinct taste of this werewolf as she curled her arms around his thick shoulders and pressed her stomach against his instantaneous erection.

  Behind her, Jude brushed her hair to the side and slid his mouth up her nape, scraping his canines gently across her pebbling skin as his hands gripped her hips and pulled them into a rhythmic grind against his hardening cock. “Does this mean me, as well?”

  “Yes.”

  Archer mimicked Jude’s nips by bringing her lower lip into his mouth and chewing gingerly before sucking away the slight pain. It wasn’t enough to break the skin, which was a disappointment to her vampiric side, but, coming from a Pack male, it was a show of dominance. She’d allow him that. After all, he had allowed her fangs to penetrate his throat when she consumed his blood.

  Archer’s hands became more demanding as he pulled away her shirt, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. She gasped, her head going back on Jude’s shoulder where Jude proceeded to arch and take her mouth in a near-bruising kiss.

  Mason lifted her again in his arms and carried her to the oversized bed that could hold half of a football team.

  Or three werewolves and their female.

  Jude bared his canines at her as he positioned Kalen in the center of the bed. Then he brushed the backs of his claws over her breasts and down her stomach. They were silky smooth, glassy, the consistency of polished onyx. She bucked when Archer spread her pussy with his fingers, making room for Jude to circle her clitoris and swollen folds in a figure eight formation, repeatedly with the back of a single claw.

  Archer brought his head to her chest and sucked on her right nipple. He’d released his werewolf’s tongue and the sandpapery effect was hot with friction, the sensation rippling down her stomach to clench her womb. She couldn’t train her thoughts on one male or on one sensation. “I’m empty,” she said on a ragged gasp.

  Mason slipped between her legs inserting two fingers in her ass, stretching her, and his thumb pressed in her vagina. He pumped her a few times. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

  Kalen let the sensations overtake her, drowning in the adoration. “I need to forget and I want to bond better with Jude.”

  One of them pulled her knee to the side, stretching her wider. Mason removed his fingers and applied a cool dab of lubricant on her anus. He took the time to massage the lube well into her, readying her. She breathed deeply, relaxing every muscle in her body, and pushed out as Mason pushed in with what felt like three fingers. He rotated his wrist, pressing on the inside of her tight ring.

  After Mason was satisfied, he murmured something to the others and one of them flipped her over. She opened her eyes to face Jude. “You’re just the male I’m looking for.”

  “Kalen, my love, I’m sorry for the past,” Jude murmured. “Truly, I am.”

  “Just love me now.” She relished the feel of his hard body beneath hers, his cock pressing against her stomach.

  Archer settled against the headboard, his cock in hand, stroking, stroking, stroking. “She looks more than ready.”

  Jude kissed her as Mason glazed her ass with his lubed cock head. “Relax, Kalen,” he whispered. “Take slow, even breaths.”

  Archer nodded. “If anything hurts, say so.”

  Mason trailed kisses up her spine as he entered her from behind, the piercings stung but she enjoyed the burn. He was panting, his face pressing against the back of her shoulder.

  Archer sped up on his stroking, whispering encouraging words to Kalen as Jude rubbed the tension from her body. When Mason released a guttural groan, Jude smiled at her. “He’s in.”

  Kalen felt stretched impossibly wide. She arched her hips, eliciting a moan from Mason.

  “Get in, Jude,” Mason gasped. “I can’t last long inside this delicious ass.”

  Jude slid a little beneath her, aligning his cock with her entrance, his muscles rippling with his movements, and glided into her. They held still for a long moment, then each of them moved in opposite directions, one pulling in, the other pulling out. Mason raked out slowly, his piercings rolling across her tight ring, creating an overfull sensation she found instantly addicting.

  “Ah!”

  The orgasm that hit her was nothing short of incredible, and then Jude and Mason hastened their opposing rhythm, pumping, gliding, in and out.

  Kalen closed her eyes as Mason nibbled on one shoulder, and Jude kissed her neck and face. Their cocks a force of nature only meant for their female. They thrust upward and out, taking away time and space. She raised her head, searching for Archer. He was in a haze of lust, jerking his cock in blurring werewolf speed. She kissed him hard as another orgasm rolled through her, this one stronger.

  “I’m coming with her,” Jude roared.

  “She’s tightening up beautifully around me,” Mason hissed while sliding back down her forbidden hole as Jude rolled his hips one last time. The pulsations were too much for any of them. “I’m there.”

  The thin skin working as their barrier created a friction like no other, both males on each side, bringing all of them closer. They shuddered in unison. Kalen opened her mouth wide, accepting Archer’s tongue as he spent his seed. He groaned, rubbing the back of her head until he stopped coming.

  She pulled back from Archer’s ferocious kiss and smiled down at Jude saucily. “I think that’s my favorite position.”

  “Anytime I’m inside you is my favorite position.”

  “Are you sure we’re good, baby?” Mason asked, concern lacing his voice.

  She turned around, looking over her shoulder. “Better than good. But I really could use that orange juice now.” She searched for Archer’s shirt, slipping it on. “My hunger is increasing since my need for blood is lessening.”

  Archer offered, “I’ll go get your juice. How about a snack, too?”

  “I’ve got it.” She left the bed and glided to the stairs landing. “I need to go downstairs anyway and wrap up that dinner I didn’t finish cooking.”

  Reaching the first floor in a blur, Kalen slowed when she stepped into the kitchen, taking a few moments to catch her breath. Sensing a chill, she pulled Archer’s shirt tightly around her as she walked to the refrigerator. But a flash of light through the window over the kitchen sink caught her attention. She gripped the back of a kitchen chair, searching for its source, when a knock sounded at the side door.

  She glanced at the clock, raising an eyebrow, though immortals stayed up all night as opposed to those who worked daylight jobs. But she knew better than to go to the door at this late hour. Kalen walked back to the foot of the stairs and yelled. “Hey, someone is at the door.”

  Mason was in the media room before she finished her sentence, wearing nothing but his athletic shorts. “I’ve got it.” He opened the door and a familiar face peered around the doorframe. Although Mason stiffened considerably, he still stepped aside and waved Carther Holt in their home. “Come on in.”

  Carther found her immediately, the kitchen light reflecting off his deep-set brown eyes. “Hey, Kalen.”

  She wrapped Archer’s shirt tighter around her waist, like a robe, and walked over to him to kiss his cheek. “I thought you were still in Slovakia.”

  His look serious, his face almost drawn, Carther still managed a smile. “Yeah, had to cut that trip short. Rudy quit.”

  “You’r
e kidding?” Rudy had managed the restaurant since before she’d started.

  “Nope, he’s decided to work for a cruise line out of Miami.” His dimples flashed. “Then I got a call from Dru and he told me about your males. I misted to his house but was met by a gaggle of Pit Bulls. He’s performing emergency surgery. I hope you don’t mind that I popped in to see you?”

  “Not at all.”

  “So you were going to tell me…”

  “I just finalized some decisions tonight, but if you need me to come back until you hire a replacement, I will.”

  “With us in tow,” Mason amended, ignoring her dark look.

  “I totally understand your new situation, and I wouldn’t ask you to do that, Kalen. We’re friends above everything business-wise.” Carther smiled at Mason and threw out his hand. “Congratulations, by the way.”

  Mason shook his hand. “I’m one lucky bastard.”

  “We’ll agree on that.” He lifted his chin to the stairs to acknowledge Archer and Jude, who stood in their boxers and nothing more. Kalen could feel heat flush her chest and face. Carther had never tried anything romantic on her; they were only friends. But they’d never even discussed dating or sex with one another, and this was all too embarrassing.

  “Have a seat,” she said, gesturing to the sofa. “I’ll go upstairs and put something on — ”

  Archer misted next to her and helped her into a robe. She tied the sash and smiled at him. “Why, you are pretty handy.”

  He growled low and nipped her throat. “Don’t forget it.”

  “Maybe you two would like to chat?” Mason offered, though tension still rolled from him, which was understandable with another male around his female.

  Carther checked his watch. “Sure, I’ve got a few minutes before Dru’s expected out.” He joined Kalen on the sofa.

  Mason pushed Archer until the big male misted away. “We’ll be right upstairs, if you need anything,” Mason reminded, then cut his eyes to Carther.

  When the three disappeared, Kalen rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry about that.” She nudged Carther’s knee with her toe. “They’re acting sort of — ”

  “Protective?”

  “I was going to say overbearing and rude.”

  “But you’re happy.” He leaned back and crossed his ankle over his opposite knee, sliding his arm over the back of the sofa. “I can tell. I guess I needed to see it for myself.”

  “Syon told me he’d asked you to watch over me.”

  Carther slung the hair out of his eyes. “Did he, now?”

  “Yeah, and you’re off the hook.”

  “I was never on any hook, Kalen.” He checked his watch again. “I thought we were friends.”

  “We are friends.” She leaned back, wondering at his exhaustion. “If you weren’t a pureblood vampire, I would offer you something to eat or drink. Are you okay?”

  Carther yawned. “I’m just drained.”

  Reaching, she grabbed the throw from the back of the sofa. “Maybe you should rest here for a while before you mist back to Chicago.”

  “Not drained physically.” He tapped his throat. “I was going to ask Dru to feed me, so I can mist in one shot without stopping and refueling.”

  “After all the years you fed me and never took for yourself, you can’t ask me now?” She reached her arms out to him. “Come here.”

  Carther threw his thumb over his shoulder. “With those three werewolves upstairs? No thanks.”

  She padded over to him, adjusting her robe so she bared her throat. “Go on. I owe you a zillion pints by now.”

  His irises bled into the whites, his fangs shot down. “Maybe a million, but don’t offer. I’m too weak right now to resist.”

  When she opened her mouth next, she found herself gripped in Carther’s arms, his hand at her nap. He tilted her back and hissed against the column of her throat. In a white-hot blast, his fangs sank deep into her neck.

  Chapter Twenty-one

  The immediate rush of endorphins felt so good, so very, very good. As Carther swallowed rhythmically against Kalen, the fire flooded her veins, the heat surging through her body, as her blood filled his body. He groaned, shaking and pulling her tighter. Kalen wondered if this is what her males experienced when she fed from them.

  Another primal groan left him as flickers of light danced before her eyes. Then the sensation, as if someone were pulling her backwards, tightened her muscles.

  A blast of salt air touched her skin, as she spun high over the house, over the sleepy night rush of the ocean, with Carther still buried at her throat.

  “You’re misting me?” Why? She screamed, though she knew that it would be suicide to pull away from his bite right now. Firstly, she would rip out her throat. Secondly, she would fall to the atmosphere in a haze of molecules never to reform without this vampires will.

  Coming up quickly, she spotted The Bird House. Why was he taking her to her grandfather’s old house, where her father lurked within the walls? She fought hard not to struggle. “What are you doing?”

  Spots appeared in her vision as they pressed through the roof of the house and solidified in the old dining room. He released his bite, not bothering to lick it.

  Cather gripped her arms until she heard one of them snap. Kalen cried out, but he silenced her scream with the palm of his hand. He was huge, this Species vampire, and even with her growing strength she hadn’t much of a chance apart from running from him.

  With all of her might, Kalen twisted in his arms as he pulled her to the dining table. Leaping heels over head, she flipped to the other side.

  Vampires were on this island, their ears accurate even far away. “Help!”

  “Shut up!” Carther hissed, his claws extended.

  A roar erupted, the howl of a werewolf on the roof. The chandelier above the table started shaking, then the pictures starting sliding off the walls. Bits of plaster were raining on their heads like powered snow.

  “Mason!” she screamed while picking up a silver candlestick and throwing it at Carther’s head. “Jude!”

  It sideswiped his face, yet he didn’t flinch. “By the time your werewolves reach you,” Carther spoke evenly, methodically, but not in his own voice, “the wraiths will have risen full force, blocking your mates’ celestial powers for my gain. Your mates won’t be able to transform fully in time to save you.”

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes, I’m here in the flesh on the anniversary of your mother’s death.” A stake appeared in his hand. “She will join me in this revival of her flesh and soul, but not in the way Syon threatened. I’ll have her mind whole again!” Holston’s eyes flashed inside Carther’s, the same way she thought she’d seen in Syon’s eyes.

  Kalen ducked and spun out when he swung the stake at her. “You’re possessing vampires?”

  “Only to collect my souls. Every sacrifice of innocence releases more wraiths. They pay me with their service, and tonight I will collect.”

  She bolted for the kitchen, but he kicked out his leg and she landed hard against the door frame. Her arm was knitting slowly, and now she was certain a rib had broken during the last fall.

  He stared down at her with glowing eyes. The same eyes she’d faced inside The Wild Lime.

  “You were supposed to stay pure!” He opened his mouth, fangs extended, and lunged for her. “I would have needed only your blood on this stake, not your soul, to bring your mother back. But you screwed everything up when you coupled with those Beasts!”

  She jumped high, her body still impossibly strong, and sprung over the glass-top kitchen table, snapping it into halves. Kalen grabbed the ancient phone, ripping it out of the wall, and smashed it across his face.

  “Help, Archer!” she cried out, listening to the eerie wails outside the house, the deep howls of circling werewolves.

  Carther kept at her. “But you didn’t stay innocent, no matter how I be-spelled you for this day. And all I have left to do is kill you.”

  She
jumped around the butcher’s block right as he struck his fist under her chin, delivering an uppercut causing her brain to take a nosedive. Kalen dunked down and rammed her head right into his upper stomach, fighting with her only working arm by raising her fist into his groin.

  He wobbled to the side, losing his balance before righting himself. “You are my sacrifice!”

  “I’m no one’s sacrifice!”

  Still one-handed, Kalen gripped one half of the glass table top and slammed it into his stomach, piercing him with the jagged edge. He upended, barreling to the floor, she leveled the remaining glass flat across his body, before jumping on top of it. The glass broke beneath her bare feet, sending deep shards into her flesh. Kalen screamed as they pierced her, not out of pain but out of rage.

  In a blurring move, he flipped her over, landing on top of her. His knees forcing her hands to the floor. He brought his arm down, with the wooden stake still in hand.

  She raised her right leg and caught the front of his throat with the back of her ankle. He whipped out the stake, striking her face when she managed to twist away. Its tip dragged down her cheek and caught the corner of her mouth.

  Gagging on the taste of her own blood, she spat and brought up her opposite leg. Only to look up and see him raise the stake high above her heart.

  “Do this for your mother, Kalen!”

  She screamed as he struck down.

  And the weight disappeared from her body.

  “Mine!”

  Mason was above her, as well as Archer and Jude. All were blazing with their werewolves. Feral and massive, all were at least a foot taller and far broader than their most human forms. Their hands extended claws; their mouths filled with canines, and their eyes gleamed with the power of the moon.

  “Mine!” Mason’s claws were embedded in the back of Carther. The tips piercing through to his chest were dripping with blood and raw flesh.

  “Kill me!” Carther howled, swiping a clawed hand out to Kalen. “I’ll only find another vessel. I have hours before sunrise! And the wraiths are rising, feeding from your power, feeding from my sacrifice!”