Sanibel Virgin

by Talyn Scott

  Jude rested his chin atop her head. “You are most welcome.”

  Archer kissed her hand, right over her rings. “Don’t think about it.”

  “I’m sorry.” She smiled, trying not to put a damper on things. “I thought for sure that a wedding would bring Jenny back home to Sanibel Island.” Kalen had asked Tatum to fill in as her matron of honor, but all had hoped Jenny would change her mind before the service started. “We always loved to watch weddings when we were small. I figured she wouldn’t miss watching mine.”

  “She’ll step foot here again soon,” Mason said. “At least, her body is healed.”

  “Thanks to you,” Kalen said, bringing her hand up to his chest and pressing it over his heart. “You are an amazing doctor.” She looked at Archer, then. “You are an amazing warrior.” Kalen reached high and threaded her fingers through Jude’s caramel strands. “And you are an amazing Tracker. Where would I be without you three?”

  “You’ll never have to find out, my lass.”

  She spun around, lifting her long, ivory dress with her hands, and aimed for the back door. “I’ll race you.”

  Archer’s eyebrow lifted in a question. “Are you suggesting we skip out on our own reception?”

  Kalen looked over her shoulder and gave them her wickedest smile. “That’s exactly what I’m suggesting.”

  ***

  Jayce stood near the marsh, watching his baby brother run off with his mates. He was so damn happy for Archer, was proud of his newest sister-n-law, as well, and would get to know her better when time allowed.

  Bane walked up behind him. “I knew they wouldn’t cut that damn cake.”

  Jayce studied the full moon for a long moment. “I’m surprised they made it through the ceremony.” His eyes dropped and found Tatum. She was feeding Ardan an icing rose, his little guy wasted no time in smashing red frosting all over Tatum’s dress. Instead of scolding him, she started giggling. And in that moment, witnessing the never-ending patience his mate maintained for their Youngling, he fell in love with her all over again. An eternity is what he had with Tatum, but even that would never be enough.

  Gage misted in next to Bane, expelling a tired breath. “Jayce, we — ”

  “Don’t have Jenny back yet,” Jayce finished. He asked, though he already knew the answer, “At this point, do we have anything to go on?”

  Gage shook his head no, his expression just as grim as Bane’s. “I’m leading the hunt over the Everglades.”

  “Go home to Azure,” Jayce argued, “I have every available unmated male on this, including Heath Faden and many other mated Pack males who are foregoing the full moon to find her.”

  Gage shifted uncomfortably. “I mean no respect, My Alpha, but Azure would have my balls, if I showed up to mate her while one of our females was in the hands of… God knows what.” He winced. “And my werewolf and I can’t go through this night of the full moon and pretend Jenny’s not out there needing us.”

  “Then I’ll relent, Gage, so long as next full moon you take the night off,” Jayce agreed reluctantly. “But bring your Trackers up here. She’s not in the Everglades, I sense Jenny close by.”

  “As you wish.” Gage inclined his head, vaporizing into the night air. “I’ll have everyone here before the end of the hour.”

  Bane closed his eyes, pulled back his arms, and breathed deeply. “I kept thinking I had Jenny pinpointed.”

  Jayce sniffed the air again. “All I know is she’s alive.”

  Bane’s relief evident, he explained, “I’ve gone over her facility room twenty times. There was no struggle, no signs of foul play. It was as though she up and left on her own.”

  Jayce nodded. He’d read the reports. “I hope she did. I really do. But we must find her either way.” Jenny was an unmated female under his protection. Even if she left on her own, she should have told him where she was going, and took along a guard or two.

  “If she ran — ”

  “Don’t tell me to go easy on her, Bane. When any female is under my protection, Pack is responsible for her care and safety. And on this night for mates and lovers we’re all worried to the marrow of our bones over her.”

  “You’re right.”

  Jayce smiled at his Beta. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

  “Answer something I don’t know,” Bane countered.

  “Go ahead.”

  “Are you sure that you shouldn’t tell Archer and his co-mates about Jenny? She’s family and Kalen has a right to know. In fact, Mason will attack me for withholding this intel since she’s also his patient.”

  “I realize all of this,” Jayce said. Never let it be said that Alpha decisions were easy. “By sun up, hopefully, Jenny will be found. If not, I’ll tell Archer and his family personally. I will also explain to Mason that you were under direct orders to allow him to enjoy his wedding night in peace.”

  “Fine,” Bane said, nodding at Tatum and Ardan. “Go do what you need to do.” Bren and Mike had joined them. “Dru and Arian are taking care of Renee, so I’ve got the newlyweds’ backs tonight.”

  “We think alike,” Jayce said with a laugh. Both of them wanted to ensure nothing unsavory happened during their baby brothers’ mating, and also to stay in the midst of Jenny’s hunt in case they were needed. “But I’m not going anywhere. Tatum has Bren and Mike, she’ll be just fine without me.”

  “Then stretch your legs, My Alpha.” Bane transformed fully into the Beta Beast. “See if you can keep up,” he growled and jumped high into the trees.

  “You fucking show off,” Jayce mumbled under his breath before releasing his Alpha Beast into full transformation. Tatum caught his eye from across the lawn. He pointed at her. “I’m coming for you later,” he grated in the Alpha’s voice. Her lip curled in anticipation as he walked away.

  When he met the edge of low-lying brush, he shredded his clothes with his claws and moved in the blurring blue speed he preferred. The wind hit his face as he bolted across the marsh, circling the wetlands surrounding the main compound of his Pack and opening his mouth to release an earth-shattering, warning roar.

  He was Alpha.

  And if any creature great or small held Jenny in its captivity, then that creature had sealed its death.

  ***

  “This spot looks perfect,” Kalen said as Archer eased her from his shoulder, biting her ass as she slipped down. “Ouch!”

  Archer tapped his throat. “Can’t take a little payback, wife? You bite me every damn day.”

  Mason steadied her when she nearly tripped on a fallen palm frond. She’d lost a shoe a mile or so back, giving Archer the excuse of carrying her the rest of the way — not that she was complaining. Kalen sure couldn’t run as fast as her males, and enjoyed them pampering her.

  Jude reached inside his tuxedo, pulled out a lime green envelope, and place it lovingly in her hand. “A wedding gift from us to you, my lass.”

  “You’ve given me wedding gifts for days, and then the rings.” She wiggled her left hand, the stones glinting in the moonlight. “They’re perfect.”

  Mason shook his head, his blue-black hair taking on more of a blue glow tonight. “Open the envelope, Kalen.”

  Expecting to see tickets for a honeymoon cruise, her jaw hit the sand when she pulled out the official deed. “You didn’t…There’s no way you could have — ”

  “The Wild Lime is all yours, sweetheart,” Archer explained.

  “Thank you.” She blinked away tears. “It’s going to take a lot of work to get it back in shape, but I can’t think of a better place for me.”

  “We’ll do it together and it’ll be fun,” Mason assured her.

  “But it’s in the middle of vampire territory, right on Captiva Island. What changed?”

  “We put up the money and Carther put the restaurant in his name, with you as his working partner.” Jude explained, “Maestru has made a special concession for you, so long as we do no’ live on Captiva Island. Also, you must hire loca
l humans or Coven members, no one of Pack or Habaline.”

  “Aren’t you worried about me cooking there late at night without members of Pack circling.”

  Archer pulled her in nice and tight. “Maestru is not an unreasonable male when it comes to mates. He knows damn well that at least one of us will be with you at all times.”

  In another life, that stalker-like statement might’ve bothered her quite a bit. Now, not so much. She folded the deed and pushed it back through the envelope, spying a lime green key in the bottom. Kalen nearly squealed. “Can we go see it tomorrow?”

  Jude wagged his eyebrows. “As long as you are no’ too exhausted to walk.”

  Mason’s hands went to her dress, unzipping her. Kalen sensed others in the area. “Onlookers?” she questioned, her hands gesturing to the trees. She tried to act calm, but she wasn’t down with others watching a once in a lifetime mating that should only be among the four; a memory no other could participate in or ever take away.

  Archer started undressing, slowly, so she could admire the view, particularly the part where his heavy cock popped free of its confinement. He asked, “You can sense them?”

  She kicked off her remaining shoe. “I sure can.”

  “They won’t outright stare,” Jude reassured, tearing away his clothes. “Most are busy with their own females, and the others are running the perimeter, ensuring all are protected on this night made for celestial mating and lovers.” The ivory silk slid down her legs, the fabric gathering around her bare feet. She stood in a frightfully expensive bra and panties set, all sheer, Irish lace, a personal gift from Tatum.

  Mason and Archer had finished undressing, their eyes moving up and down her body. Archer’s breathing changed first.

  Three breaths in, one slow exhale.

  Then doubled, once Mason joined him.

  Three breaths in, one slow exhale.

  Behind her, Jude’s breathing matched theirs.

  Three breaths in one slow exhale.

  If she thought they were going to ruin her lace intimates, she couldn’t have been more mistaken. Jude ran his fingertips down her spine. “What a succulent picture you make,” he praised in a voice that did not resemble that of a human. Although his claws were out, his thumbs hooked the sides of her panties gently, easing them down her legs without breaking a thread. “I love you, Kalen Faden-Ruyter-Jordan.”

  Kalen laughed. “That’s a mouthful, just like your cock.”

  Jude, however, stayed serious. He opened his mouth and elongated his canines. Leaning to close the distance between them, he nipped her chin. “I said I love you.”

  She stared up into his silver-moon eyes, running her fingertips over his smooth jaw. How could Jude be so gorgeous, even with his werewolf glowing all over his body? “I truly love you. Forever. And after this night it will be forever, right?”

  “Aye, it will.”

  “I won’t waste a second of it, either.” Mason surrounded her with his whirling power, raising the tips of her hair like static. His chest expanded, his body growing impossibly taller and broader with his emerging werewolf. He bit down on her neck, right over her mark and swallowed three times, starting the blood exchange.

  She reached out and slid slow fingertips up his length as he licked her throat closed, enjoying the way he tensed by the most delicate touch. Only for me, she realized. His body was hers and no one else’s. Kalen latched onto one of his piercings, tugging his nipple ring with her teeth.

  “Um,” he groaned, throwing his head back, his cock threading between her legs without penetrating.

  “Feel good?” Archer asked, pulling her away from Mason’s length only to lift her leg for Jude to spank her pussy with light flicks of the wrist, but in werewolf speed. The zing bolted from her clitoris to her womb, causing her to shudder and cry out. Frustratingly enough, Jude stopped right before she reached the pinnacle.

  Leaving her hanging.

  “Don’t play with me tonight,” she warned breathlessly.

  “This is a night to play,” Archer countered, his nips at her throat becoming stronger, more aggressive, as the moon arced higher into the night sky.

  “Please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Please bite me.”

  “I will mark you soon enough. And although you’ve consumed enough of our blood to perform your side of the blood exchange already, I want you to bite me, sweetheart. Right. Now.” She turned, and he lifted her by the globes of her ass so she could reach his throat. Kalen wrapped her legs around his waist and brought his buttery skin between her fangs.

  And bit down.

  His skin popped beneath her bite, the rush of spicy musk flowed over her tongue. She took a few swallows before his body supernaturally healed itself. Reaching between their bodies, she lifted his erection, wrapping her hand around the smooth, scorching skin. “I can feel your heartbeat in the palm of my hand.”

  Archer stared at her lips with raw hunger, which propelled her to mash her lips against his, joining his mouth for a crimson kiss.

  “The rest of us want to play.” Jude gripped her beneath the arms and pulled her to the ground, straight on top of him, his cock running up the crevice of her ass. His mouth fastened on her shoulder, working the tender skin found there, preparing her for his bite.

  Archer pressed his hands on her inner thighs and spread her impossibly wide. His sandpaper rough tongue licked her pussy, back and forth, openly slurping the wetter she grew. When he sucked her clitoris across the rough bumps of his tongue, she cried out his name. He stared up her body with pride, his skin glowing in the way of the werewolf, his body fueled by the moon.

  Mason didn’t give her time to catch her breath before he cradled the side of her head and brought her mouth to his drizzling cock. He gripped the base in a firm hold, squeezing more droplets from the slit in his head. She started licking the tip of Mason, enjoying his earthy flavor before taking him to the back of her throat, working in a back and forth tempo.

  Kalen moved her hand down her stomach, between her thighs, finding Archer’s hair to tug. He growled against her plump folds, his werewolf flashing into full transformation, which set off the rest of them.

  But instead of being afraid, Kalen tightened her legs around Archer’s head and urged him closer. Then she sucked harder on Mason’s cock, and relaxed as much as possible when Jude lifted her pelvis and spread her ass cheeks. Archer then penetrated her anus with his werewolf-lengthened tongue.

  Tonight, there was more to this joining, a lot more. She had to take two of them inside her vagina, at the same time. Archer skimmed his hands up and down her thighs, his power seeping into her pores. Then her mind went into a quiet yet comfortable space that only followed instincts and allowed pleasure.

  Jude held her shoulder between his canines just as Archer twirled his long tongue all the way inside her ass, and Mason took a rougher thrust inside her mouth — though still cautious of his piercings.

  “Continue the blood exchange,” Mason demanded, his heavy sack dangling between his legs.

  “Mine!” Jude bit down, burying his canines deep into her shoulder and sucking on her blood, she nailed Mason’s cock at the base.

  Mason brought his arms wide, baying at the moon with his blood seeping into her mouth. “Mine!” The ruthlessness in the werewolf projected over him only comforted her now.

  Jude, still pinning her with his teeth, nudged Archer’s head out of the way and started easing his cock into her vagina from behind.

  Archer ministered to her clitoris, sucking until Jude landed balls-deep inside her. Jude released his bite, licking it closed, and stilled his cock, waiting for Archer to join him.

  “Mine!” Archer bit her right above her clitoris, lapping the tiny rivulets of blood. Then Archer licked his bite, brought his glowing body between her and Jude’s thighs and aligned his cock up with her entrance. Mason tightened his hold on her head, a shot of pre-cum meeting her tongue, right when Archer started entering her shea
th alongside Jude’s cock.

  “I can no’ wait,” Jude bit out between clenched teeth. “To see your bonny mouth gobble up Mason’s load.”

  Her aching breasts swelling, Archer took one in his mouth, twisting and pulling with his werewolf tongue. His eyes now an icy blue, the werewolf surfacing and pushing Archer in the background.

  Hands roaming all over her body, they mated her with the intensity of animals. Though her three weren’t animals at all, but celestial creatures full of magic and a hefty does of entitlement as far as she was concerned. The more Archer, Jude, and Mason touched her, the more she needed.

  “You will never escape us now,” Mason said to her.

  It was a good thing she didn’t want to.

  Archer’s head moved up, his mouth finding the spot he intended to mark at her throat, and he bit down right as he drove his entire hard length inside her channel, uniting with Jude’s cock. His pelvis brought friction on her swollen clit, causing the skin to burn and tingle gloriously around his lower bite.

  Fire shot through her body.

  Kalen was impossibly full, her mouth and pussy on overload. And the intensity of her orgasm startled her. She threw her head back on Jude’s shoulder, listening to the erratic breaths of their Beasts, while Jude and Archer eased in and out of her pussy and Mason slipped back and forth over her tongue.

  Jude shuddered beneath her. “Archer’s piercings are rolling over my cock.”

  Archer released his bite, licking Kalen. “Same here with yours, Tracker,” Archer groaned.

  Jude pulled out most of the way as Archer worked an opposite rhythm, shaking all four to the core. Another orgasm surfaced when Archer and Jude thrust together in unison and filled her to the top, both males touching the opening of her cervix before they all released together. Kalen cried out around Mason’s cock and he pulled away, looking down at her with open love as she shattered and scattered across the Sanibel Island night.

  “Welcome home, my mate,” he whispered.

  Sanibel Fire (Vampire Werewolf Menage Book 8) December 2014

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