by Scott, Talyn
She jumped when he pressed one finger all the way in, never stopping, just keeping a steady pressure until she felt the blunt of his hand. "Here's hoping the throbbing doesn’t make your dick any larger.” Her breaths were choppy, almost a sawing sound.
Keeping the first one still, he worked in another finger. With a nip on her left cheek, he whispered earnestly, "If I ever truly hurt you, my mate, you have my full permission to castrate me on the spot." He wiggled his fingers, and amazingly, she relaxed against his hand. "That’s it,” he praised. “You’ll do fine.” After a tantalizing minute or two, he removed his hand then and pressed the foreign silicone against her rosette. She tightened up until he reached around and sucked her swollen clitoris between very sharp teeth, though they didn’t cut her. “This isn't the smallest plug but it's not the largest.” He pushed it inside and she took deep breaths, trying to accept it. “So it shouldn't hurt. Push out when I push in. There you go; it’s slidin’ through now. Ah, I’m jealous of a toy."
"It feels like pressure…and, oooooh.” He brought his mouth back to her clit, turning the butt plug in a slow, counter-clockwise movement.
“Aye,” he whispered against her sex, his breath so hot and moist, she felt the first ripples of orgasm, “now you know you’ve been neglected, wee one.”
“I need you.”
“You’re very swollen, lass.” He placed a gentle kiss against her dripping lips. “I feel ashamed for my poundin’ you so hard.”
He hadn’t really pounded her that hard. At least, at the time, she loved it. And considering she hadn’t enjoyed sex or a vibrator in a long time, she was probably tighter than normal. “Wouldn’t be asking for it again, if I didn’t want it.”
“Say me.”
“What?”
“Say me instead of it, that you want me fillin’ you instead of simply thinkin’ upon my cock. That you want my body coverin’ yours, satisfyin’ your every need and those you haven’t thought of yet.” His long, crazy tongue reached deep inside her channel and skimmed her g-spot.
She remembered him doing that last night and her eyes nearly crossed. “Is that a werewolf thing? The tongue, I mean.” He moaned what sounded like a yes against her opening. “I’m gonna come.”
He grazed her spot again, then pulled back to demand, “Say you want me.” He nipped her inner thigh, shaking the flesh a little, as though he were a greedy puppy with a toy.
Was she treating him like a sex toy? “I do want you.”
“I can sense you’re tellin’ the truth and it goes right to my…I have to make you come in my mouth, drink you down.” His tongue went back inside her deep, as he twisted the butt plug full circle inside her ass.
“That…feels so incredible. I swear your tongue’s getting thicker. Oh, it is…it’s getting thicker.”
“Hmmm,” he moaned against her flesh.
“Just don’t…”
“Not goin’ to stop,” he mumbled against her, working his tongue faster, thrusting it in and out.
“And what is that?” Teeth, she definitely felt teeth tenderly scraping her lips… and she skipped the building up of her orgasm to a full throttle clenching. Molly gripped the countertop with both hands, screaming. “This…isn’t…real!”
“Relax,” she heard a faint voice say, “You’re made for this.”
This time, instead of twisting the plug, Heath altered the pattern, plunging it in and out, sending her spiraling, though the intensity was too much. “It’s too….”
“Not nearly enough give him more.”
She cried out when her climax slammed into her, nearly falling to the floor. Below, she heard Heath shout out her name, felt his seed stream against her bare legs. In a flash of coherency, she realized someone had been coaxing her, other than Heath. And she knew that voice anywhere. “Oh, no.” Her head snapped up and met the other face in the mirror.
“Breakfast is served,” Ail whispered.
Chapter Twelve
A deep inhale confirmed the suspicions Ail had last night. Mine, his werewolf thrashed against the inside of his skull. Three breaths in, one exhale out. Yes, ours, Ail agreed, bringing his palm to his forehead, willing away the pain. All he wanted to do was to go to his knees, next to Heath, and breathe between her legs. Her scent now ingrained on his Beast was the aroma that would bind them eternally. Three breaths in, one exhale out. She is truly mine, he thought, as his werewolf slammed against his skull. Others waited for centuries yet he was merely twenty. “Come to me,” he held out his hand and noticed large slivers of wood crumple to the floor, by his feet.
Heath stood up. “You’re scarin’ her.” He grabbed an unsteady Molly by the waist and pulled her against him, reaching behind her for a bath towel.
Ail opened his mouth to demand she not be covered in his presence, but he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Yeah, he’d blown it. He was in mid-transformation. His skin was flickering blue, the outer edges looking more like purple than anything else, but that was his Beta line talking. His eyes were a mess, the irises glowing like beacons, his signature navy blue more vibrant now, practically two electric currents buzzing in his face. And his body had tripled in size, was nearly a foot taller. His claws had to be, at least, four inches long, maybe five. With one set deeply embedded into the woodwork of the doorjamb, which explained the slivers at his feet. Not only had his physical appearance frightened her, but also his slight show of destruction hadn’t helped matters.
“Molly,” he implored in his werewolf’s voice. Distorted. Bestial. Nothing she had ever heard before, nothing like his normal smoothness.
“T-that’s what…you look like,” she whispered in horrified awe, glancing between Ail and Heath. “A w-werewolf. Big…the teeth.”
There wasn’t any point in Ail trying to close his mouth around his canines. When those babies slammed down, they were out, and they wouldn’t go in until his werewolf was good and ready. “If you are frightened of me, don’t move,” he pleaded, trying to gain an edge over his Beast.
Heath whispered against her ear, “Easy, lass.”
“I know you’re doing something to my head, Heath.” she complained, raising trembling fingertips to her forehead. “Stop, okay? If I have to get used to this, I need to do it on my own.”
“By the scent of your adrenalin,” Dru said, misting in behind Ail. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Molly.”
“Dru?” She tried to look past Ail, but he couldn’t yet move. If he did, his werewolf might pin her to the floor, marking her throat in the way of his kind. And by what he’d seen of her pussy a few moments ago, Heath had marked her in an entirely different way all night. Greedy highlander. She needed a break from cocks and a good, thorough licking, far more intense than what Heath had just done. Nothing cured a sore pussy better than werewolf saliva, the exception being vampire blood.
“Take deep breaths, Molly,” said Dru. “I cannot come anywhere near you until Ail’s Beast decides I’m not a threat. So try to relax and maybe he will, too.”
Dru moved incrementally closer to the bathroom door, where Ail filled the opening with his outsized body, not giving him an inch. Even though Ail knew the vampire as family by co-mating with his brother, knew that Dru wouldn’t take Molly away from him, his werewolf couldn’t deal with a vampire so close to what was now confirmed as his. A far cry from last night when he had controlled his Beast quite easily.
“I can’t,” Ail admitted in a grating voice, closing his eyes, mentally pressing what he could back, but it was no use. “Stay back…Bane will kill me… if I tear into you.”
“I can hold my own, besides you can in a minute or two,” Dru spoke evenly.
Ail noticed Dru’s voice taking on that damned lulling cadence vampires used before fang fucking someone, a natural way of luring their prey. Ail wouldn’t fall for it, could calm down without his brother-n-law’s help. But right now, he was too busy using all his strength to keep his werewolf from pinning Molly. And somehow, she was pushing He
ath’s soothing coercion from her mind, at least part of it. Dear God, she was going to be a handful. For the rest of his life, Molly would keep him on his toes. Good thing he was of a powerful bloodline.
Though he shouldn’t have, he inhaled again, bringing more of her luscious scent deep within his body, feeding his Were soul. Underneath her fear, he got a whiff of a fiery Irish Were rising to the top that he looked forward to mating, under the Moon’s full glow. Soon, so very, very soon.
Dru said more to Molly than anyone else, “I remember the first time I met Renee.” He kept his lulling cadence. “Tatum had been flown to the hospital for consuming shellfish, was having a life-threatening allergic reaction to her meal. I stabilized her, barely. Was almost forced to drip some of my blood into her throat to keep her alive. After all, how could I not scent the very Alpha of North America on her? It’s not every day you treat the Pack’s queen.”
“Queen?” Molly repeated, her knees visibly wobbling, so Heath lifted her into his arms.
Ail growled low, Heath had inadvertently bared Molly’s swollen pussy and plugged ass to Ail’s gaze, and his elongated tongue left his mouth. His werewolf wanting to ease her there, relax her and taste her. With great difficulty, Ail demanded, “Cover her.”
“Of course,” Heath said, shifting Molly until he couldn’t see the goods.
Dru continued in his relaxing intonation, “So in waltzed Renee, my Bride, she stepped toe-to-toe with me, a thirsty vampire, without any sense of self-preservation.”
“You’re a vampire,” Molly whispered, pressing her head against Heath’s shoulder.
“And when I opened my mouth to introduce myself,” Dru continued over Molly’s quiet gasps, “Renee pointed her finger between my eyes and threatened me with her nut-crunching Pit Bull. If I let her sister die, I would meet a painful torture no man could possibly endure: I would live without my balls. That was one of the best days of my life, meeting my fated Bride. All the fun came along when I realized I had to work matters out with the Beta of North America, since Renee was also his fated mate. Many times, I thought Bane would decapitate me in my sleep before we came to terms with one another. Now we’re a happy family, three males trying to convince Renee to have our kids.”
“Beta,” Molly whispered, tilting her chin up to Heath. “Bane’s the Beta.”
He placed a kiss on the dip beneath her bottom lip. “Yes, Bane is Beta to Jayce Jordan’s Alpha. Both lead the werewolf Pack of this particular continent.”
“Of course, he is,” she muttered. “And Arian is…”
“Still from Norway, as well as Terje and Rune, but he’s…”
“V-vampire or werewolf?”
“Werewolf from a royal line, no less,” Heath rubbed his nose across her cheekbone, his werewolf needing to console her. “Just like me, though I’m from Scotland.”
“And Bren Walker.”
“Is a werewolf who walks the line between…it’s not important,” Dru said, whistling low. “Still, no matter how many times you’ve insulted Bren, he’s on your side, Molly.”
“The multiple males married to my sisters.”
“It’s natural for our kind,” Heath whispered against her ear.
Ail worked his other claws from the wood, shaking them out next to his leg. He winced when the pieces dropped to the floor, hoping Molly wouldn’t take notice. But it was no use.
“Why did you act that way?” she asked, though her expression said something a little different: Why did you scare me that way, Ail, I thought we were somehow friends?
So he answered her true question. “We are more than friends, and I am the last person who would want to frighten you.” He tucked his shirt back in his pants, relieved the fabric hadn’t popped at the seams. He’d made a point to dress in loose clothing before coming here, so that small decision worked in his favor. No point shredding his clothes like the animal that he wasn’t. “Believe me, Molly, this is me not frightening you.” He couldn’t imagine what she would think if she were to see him truly enraged, while under full transformation. Though, that time would be coming under the next full moon, when he intended on claiming her.
“Let me down,” she ordered Heath, though her voice was still shaky. Heath snagged a towel for himself and wrapped it around his waist. Since it was bath-sheet sized, it pretty much covered his lower half. Molly secured her towel around her breasts, with her tiny hand. “Renee was sending me one of her dresses, since I haven’t retrieved all my clothes from my old place.” She was trying to act like everything was normal, he realized.
“I have the dress,” Dru said, nodding next to a black bag he’d placed over the mini snack bar, though he kept his eyes averted.
“I’ll get it, lass.” Heath looked pointedly at Ail.
With another deep inhale, Ail realized that Dru was right. He had managed to calm his Beast because his mate needed him to. However, he knew this much – he wouldn’t be able to stay away from her. So it was a good thing he was now released from the Academy and hadn’t yet started his duties for the Pack, since he needed to court Molly in the way of the werewolf. And since she’d been reared in the human world, that made things more difficult, time consuming. At least, she was somewhat accustomed to Tatum and Renee having multiple mates slash husbands. Now, she would have to become accustomed to the Were’s ideal lifestyle herself.
“Yeah, I’ll go pace by the back slider. I need to make a phone call.” This place wouldn’t give them much breathing room, considering how tiny the apartment actually was. And his was located upstairs, but wasn’t much bigger. Heath owned a monstrous estate in Scotland. Meaning they needed better living arrangements, starting tonight.
He couldn’t look at Dru when he walked by. It’s not that he was ashamed of himself. On the contrary, he was giving himself a mental pat on the back. He had controlled his Beast impeccably, and for a youngling, he found his actions amazing. Dodged that bullet. Maybe he was meant to take on one of Jayce’s territories, or possibly becoming a Beta on another continent someday. Time would tell. However, he could never accomplish any of that without Molly by his side. So he had to convince her to come to terms with her new, immediate family.
He phoned Bane while Molly and Heath dressed themselves, explaining the situation to his brother. Bane heartily congratulated him, though he sensed his unease. Too much was up in the air over Molly, and they had to find out why the vampires were circling. Bane offered the use of his old house to Ail, explaining how Rock had moved out since he recently mated. It stood empty and waiting. In low tones, he asked Bane if a particular room was still operable. He smiled when Bane answered him. Perfect. He used his keen vision, examining his brother’s old house from across the compound. To the left of the marsh, Bane had installed a playroom for the grownups, complete with paddles and restraints and so much more. He thanked Bane, then slid his phone inside the front pocket of his jeans, where an impressive erection begged for Molly’s attention. After seeing how his newfound mate responded to that butt plug Heath had inserted, Ail knew Molly enjoyed some of the many things he did. She just needed to get used to his touch.
“I told Renee I was going to put out a few resumes today, that I needed to borrow a dress,” Molly said wearily. “Would she really wear this for a job interview?”
“Probably,” Dru replied sheepishly. “I’m sorry, Molly. I should’ve glanced at the dress before I left the house.”
“I don’t want you showin’ this much skin in public, lass.”
“You and me both,” she agreed. “I wouldn’t even wear this to a club.”
Ail knew that he shouldn’t look, considering the way his sister-n-law, Renee, dressed and how Bane had a conniption every time they went out in the human world, but he had to face her. When he pivoted on his heel, he nearly swallowed his tongue, which would have been a feat in itself, considering how long it remained. “It’s crocheted.”
“Renee loves her vintage,” Molly said, a flush spreading high on her cheekbones.
She stood fidgeting with the woven bodice made of peek-a-boo patches, exposing more skin than not. When Ail squinted, he could have sworn he caught sight of a nipple. Probably, since she had to be braless under that excuse for clothing. Below her waist flared what was supposed to be a tie-dye gauze skirt, yet it barely covered her goods. Ail couldn’t imagine his mate wearing a dress smaller than the shop rags he used to wash and wax his car. He wiped his hand over his mouth, in case he was drooling. His eyes mistakenly dropped to her feet, and his knees about buckled. Her borrowed strappy platforms were five or six inches high, and the way they shaped her already shapely legs…“Those vintage, too?”
“It’s not like Renee can hold back on authenticity,” Dru said, while coming at Molly’s arm with a loaded syringe. “Hold still, sweetheart. This is the best anti-inflammatory medicine available.”
Heath rumbled. “Molly, how are you going to walk in those?”
She brought out one foot, wiggling her ankle. “I think I’ll have to be drunk first for maximum ankle flexibility.”
Dru laughed at her wit, extracting the hypodermic from her arm. “You’ll feel better in just a few minutes.”
A tiny drop left the tip of the needle. Vampire blood. The doctor had shot up his mate with his very own blood. “Ease the swelling?” Ail stepped closer.
“Yes, my serum will work far better than any modern day corticosteroid can. Molly’s been through a lot, Ail. I think you know that I will take the utmost care of my sister-n-law.” He dared to place a chaste kiss on Molly’s head. Even in those crazy platforms, she wasn’t nearly as tall as a Species vampire or the shortest of werewolves. “Whether she likes me or not,” he added with a knowing smile.
When Molly opened her mouth to answer Dru, her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. “What is that?”
“Oh, um, it’ll take the swelling from everything, releasing sore muscles. Bane was concerned you were aching from last night’s rough car ride,” Dru replied. “I’m sorry you had to go through all of that, Molly. Well, I have to go see a youngling about a compound fracture in the next building. It’ll take around two hours, if we have enough werewolves to hold him down. I’ll be back after that to help you with your particular errand.”
