by Scott, Talyn
“I want to feel you.”
“Oh, you will in a minute.” Ail moved down her body, his shoulders bunching between her thighs. “I’ll be in you so deep that you’ll think I’m a permanent part of your body.”
“That’s how it should always be between us, lass,” Heath said, sniffing and nipping beneath her right breast. “We should be free with ourselves, fillin’ one another’s daily needs.”
She yelped when his playful bites started to sting and he smiled shamelessly over her breast, his silver eyes turning liquid in a heated flash. “Bad werewolf,” she scolded, but she wanted him to do it again. “Don’t stop.”
As if in unison, Ail begin to nip her mons, tugging her pubic hair between his teeth. With his fingers, he carefully entered her, stroking in and out. His opposite hand circled the plug in her ass. “Heath,” he said between nips, “both holes are way too tight. You got more lube around here?”
Heath reached across her, digging in the top draw of the nightstand. With a sigh, he handed it down. “I thought I stretched her last night, though, I suppose the, um, injection tightened her.”
“I intend on fully stretching her again, and you and I will keep her that way, even if we have to work on it every single day. Isn’t that right, Molly?”
“I don’t want to be stretched there, what if-”
“We’re not goin’ anywhere, lass.”
Ail growled low, the vibration hitting every inch of her lower body. “If you think another man is taking you after us, think again. Better yet,” he spoke in that same distorted voice he had earlier while standing in the bathroom doorway. Shadows were pacing behind his navy blue eyes, as he looked up her body, “don’t think about anything. Now, just feel us. Feel what we do for you and learn to trust us.”
Lowering his head again, he licked her swollen clitoris, opening his mouth like a hungry cat and raking his long canine over the hood. Molly cried out, her hands blindly searching for something to grasp. Heath wrapped one of her hands around his cock as he sucked her nipple. She stroked him as Ail continued to lick her meticulously, leaving nothing unturned.
“There she goes, Heath. There…she…goes.” He curled his fingers inside her, and then swiveled his wrist. “I think I can mosey on inside there without much of a hitch. Check for yourself, Highlander.”
Aside Molly, Heath had his head back, his corded neck straining with every slide of her palm over his tribal inflixx. “My pleasure.” He reached down and entered her with his middle finger. He and Ail then took opposite rhythms, one pulling out while the other plunged in, picking up speed until she bowed off the bed, releasing one of the strongest orgasms she’d ever experienced.
“Oh, my…I can’t see.” It was true, sparkling glitter dotted her vision, but she couldn’t see anything else.
Behind her knee, Ail licked and sniffed. When her vision returned, her eyes fell on him and she realized he’d been watching her expression the entire time. “Better than I expected, I want to put that expression on your face every day of my life. And I will.” He kissed her knee. “You have the softest skin, Molly.” He swiveled his wrist again as Heath pulled his finger all the way out. “And you’re just as soft on the inside. I can’t wait to rub my dick up and down your sweet pussy. You want that don’t you? You want me inside you, stroking you, bringing you to come again and again.”
She gritted her teeth, picking up her pace on Heath’s cock as he licked her throat frantically, making animalistic sounds in her ear.
“You will answer me, Molly,” Ail stood up on his knees.
“Yes!” she gasped when he circled her wet opening with the tip of his flaming hot cock. “I want you!”
Heath pulled her hand away and lifted her atop his chest, so she was laying on him with her back to his front. Ail’s lips curled when he swiveled his hips and entered an inch. “Is that good enough?”
“Oh, don’t you dare!” She lifted her hips for more, but Heath splayed his large tanned hand across her stomach, his smallest finger grazing her clitoris.
“Settle down, lass.” With his other hand, he positioned his cock against the plug, pressing it further inside her.
Ail removed that single inch he had given her and lifted his cock and balls in one hand, pressing them high against his groin. He had that v thing working for him, with pronounced hipbones. When his tribal tattoo stretched with his movements, she salivated to lick everything on his body. “I want you,” she said boldly. “So stop your teasing.”
“I’m not really teasing,” he argued with the wickedest smile she had ever seen, empting the entire contents of the tube of lubricant on his already glistening erection. It was so big, but the way it was greased up, surely it would fit. And it would feel so good.
“Yes you are,” she groaned. Heath grazed her throbbing clit again with his finger, though he wouldn’t stay on target.
“I’m looking more for a promise, Molly Ballbuster, one you can’t ever break.”
“A promise, no way!” In one of those freaky werewolf movements, he entered her again, this time it had to be halfway. Or it felt like that much. That was the good part. The bad, he stayed immobile. “Move, damn you.”
“Repeat after me,” he said on a tortured gasp, swiveling those killer hips again. They were so tightly buff between her legs that she squeezed her thighs to get a better feel of them. Heath lifted his pelvis, and with the barest of strokes, he rubbed her dark crevice and rocked her forward.
Okay, she would play. “Repeat what?”
“After you take me, Ail Ruyter, I am absolutely one-hundred percent yours and Heath’s so help me God.”
Heath groaned, “Damn it, Ail, don’t make me spend myself so soon.”
Ail grasped one of her ankles, leaving the other leg against his hip, and brought it over his shoulder, spreading her wide. “You are so rosy here.” He pushed in further, though stopping again, staying immobile. “Feel yourself dripping around my cock, sweetheart. That’s not just the lube talking, that’s your need for your males.” His navy blues were hooded, brooding with his desire for her. “Is this what you want, sweetheart? Make your promise to your males, and from this day forward, you’ll be the happiest female on this very earth. I swear it from my heart.” He lowered his heavy weight against her and Heath’s bodies, keeping her ankle over one shoulder and caging them both in. His cock was still in her opening, though not buried all the way.
Sandwiched between the two, she couldn’t think about wanting anything else and there wasn’t any filter between her brain and mouth when she uttered his ridiculous promise verbatim. Ail’s smile was radiant. And although she couldn’t see Heath’s, his cock seemed to have grown even larger than before, pressing against her backside.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Ail slanted his lips over hers as his cock landed firmly against the opening of her womb. Heath nibbled at her throat and ear as Ail continued kissing her, his hips pulling his cock in and out on a slow slide. They rubbed their hands all over her skin, working in unison, as if they’d been together so many times before - as if they were truly…mates.
“Yes, yes, I do want this,” she whimpered when Ail picked up speed. And just when she thought things couldn’t get more intense, Heath pressed something on the plug and her lower body started vibrating, making her well aware of that thin membrane between her ass and sheath. She could better sense Ail’s movements, and she was going to blast off at any second. “Oh, oh,” Molly said against Ail’s lips.
“That’s it, lass. I can feel it, too.” Heath said, then reverting to speaking in some foreign language while releasing his load all over her lower back.
Ail pulled away from her face, the barest of inches. “I’ve wanted you since the night I found you coming out of that stairwell. The worse thing I’ve even known was the thought of you being married. But you’re mine now,” he said, thrusting harder, hitting her at an angle she hadn’t yet experienced.
She panted, staring back into the depths of his blue eye
s. They looked like starry nights, the way they were glowing. “I belong to you and Heath. I can feel it.” He licked his lips and she heard a slight crackling noise, like the balling up of tissue paper. Then his canines dropped. Before she had a chance to register what was happening, he pinned her shoulder, sinking his hot teeth inside her neck. For the briefest of moments, it hurt. Then, there was nothing but ecstasy. “I’m coming!”
“Come then, lass.”
Heath kissed the side of her head, where Ail had her pinned, and she gripped Ail’s cock mercilessly. His bite, the toy vibrating in her, Heath on the other side attending her, and Ail’s groans as he pummeled her with his hot semen, knocked her into a shameless bliss.
Chapter Fourteen
Answering the Alpha’s summons, Heath misted to Miami, circling high over the Jordan Marketing Building. Jayce easily caught his power trail and pulled Heath right inside his personal office. The Alpha had his eyes focused on the Miami coastline, deep in thought. Gesturing with his chin, he said in way of greeting, “I summoned you first, wanted to give Ail some time with Molly. You’ll see why when you read those papers on my desk.”
Heath slumped onto the chair, feeling as though his legs were going to crumple at any second. When he pulled the documents from the manila envelope, he noticed his hands were shaking. His eyes hit the official seal of the Dynasty Empire heading a linen document signed in blood, proclaiming an order for Ail Ruyter to report to Maestru one week from today. “Perfect, just perfect. A Blood for Blood trial, really?” His eyes flipped to Jayce. “Why even offer Ail a trial? After all, he’s a werewolf going into the vampires’ high court. As far as their leaders are concerned, his death is already determined.”
“Vamps need their pretense of fairness to show they’re assimilating with modern times. And I wholeheartedly agree with you; we both know that when it comes to Ail’s trial, nothing we do or say matters since those dead and injured Gryphs belonged to the prince of vampires himself.”
“They shouldn’t have circled her,” Heath said.
“The Vojaks insist Prince Volos sent them to protect Molly.”
“Terje Arud told me. He attended the Joint Faction Meeting last night, heard it from a Vojak’s mouth.” Heath’s veins turned to ice at the knowledge a creature as powerful as Volos even knew of his Molly. “Why would the prince of vampires want to protect a mixed blood?”
“Supposedly,” Jayce whispered hollowly, “as a personal favor to me.”
“And he would know Molly’s connected to you because…”
“Well, when a Gryph has his wings torn from his body by the Alpha of North America, word travels.”
“If you weren’t there that night, Jayce, I would have killed the winged bastard, not maimed him. Molly was headed over a balcony, whether to her death or into the arms of that Gryph, I’ll never know the truth,” Heath recalled in heartfelt agony. “But I’ll never forget it as long as I have breath left in me.”
Jayce released a slow breath. “Just talking about it makes my blood curdle. Gage and I have demanded the vampires give us information. At least, they should tell us why that flying fucker was here to begin with. And we continuously receive the general ‘we’re investigating’ spiel. It’s been three months, three months too long. I mean, Heath, think about it. The control that particular Gryph had over Molly’s mind was amazingly freakish.”
Heath scratched his chin, thinking there was a serious cover-up going on in the vampire world, and it strangely centered on his sweet Molly. “Even if Volos claims his Gryphs were protectin’ Molly on the Sanibel Causeway, protectin’ is far different from attackin’. What’s Volos’ explanation for why his three Gryphs were in typical attack formation? Divin’ down in order to intercept Molly after Ail verbally warned them, with a blatant weapon in his claws.”
“They’re saying that a random vampire ruled by bloodlust killed next to her, at the Edison Estate, and Volos was near the area and found out about it via the Vojaks. So he released his Gryphs to see her home, out of respect for me.”
“Too quickly,” Heath argued. “Volos would had to have found out about the killin’ right when Bane and I did or even prior. I’m not buyin’ any of this.”
“Nor am I,” Jayce finally faced him, a line of concern marring his forehead. “But Volos is not backing down from Ail’s trial or his impending execution. The prince is incensed from the killing of his personal Gryph, and he will back the widowed vampiress’ request of Blood for Blood one-hundred percent.”
“Naturally, there’s no hope for Prince Volos backing down. He’ll not only lose face with his worldwide Coven members, he won’t keep the royal guards’ trust.”
Jayce’s fists came down on his desk. “Precisely.”
Nothing about Heath’s mating had come easy so far, and it looked like things were getting worse. “Just today, we found out that Ail is my co-mate and now the vamps think to take him from our new family?” He shook his head adamantly. “No.”
“I’ll find a way to beat this,” Jayce pledged solemnly, “without going to war, even if I have to challenge Volos.”
“With all due respect, that challenge would be mine.” Heath twisted the document in his hand, fighting not to shred it with his claws. “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect Ail.” Ail was more powerful than any youngling Heath had ever encountered, and Heath had the gift of the hunt – an inborn Tracker. Together, they should beat this, somehow. “I do believe somewhere along the way, there’s a back door we haven’t yet found.”
“Problem is,” Jayce growled. “We have less than a week to find it.”
Gage misted in, carrying another envelope. He smiled mildly at Heath, eyeing his neck, his mood no better than that of Jayce. “I see my spell is gone and you have somewhat of a shine in your eyes.”
“Aye, I took my Molly.” He straightened his spine, his shoulders knotting and unknotting. “Though it seems, I have my work cut out for me in order to keep my new family together.”
“True,” Gage agreed. “However, we’re all working on this one. No fucking vampires are going to take a Ruyter from our Pack.” He placed his envelope next to Ail’s proclamation of trial. “I received a little gift.”
Heath inhaled sharply, his tracker senses going into overdrive. “That’s it!”
“What’s it?” Jayce’s brows rose.
“The vampire, the one who misted Molly from The Blue Pelican, the one who I scented on the guard’s body, that’s his smell.”
Gage and Jayce looked at one another and then back to Heath. Jayce said, “These papers are directly from the Dynasty’s office. They smell like a Dynasty Vampyr.”
“They smell like the one who is messin’ with my Molly,” Heath contended, his heart thudding in his chest. “Do either of you know Prince Volos’ scent?”
“We both do,” Jayce said, “and that’s not it.”
“But what you’re sayin’ is that this particular scent,” Heath continued, “belongs to a Dynasty Vampyr.”
“You’ve never smelled one?” Gage asked.
“Not quite like this one,” Heath answered, thinking his heart was going to give out at any minute. “He’s crafty at hidin’ his scent and power trail. When we confronted him, none of the other werewolves quite caught on that he was of the Dynasty, either.” It was one thing to have a vampire after Molly, and Heath figured her creepy admirer had to be, at least, a Master, but to have a Dynasty Vampyr coming for her was unthinkable. “His bite,” he muttered, thinking about the night the vampire was atop Molly on the beach. “The Vampyr misted her, but how?”
“He misted her?” Jayce’s eyebrows plowed his forehead. “A Dynasty Vampire’s bite is poisonous to any other creature besides a Donor,” Jayce agreed. “I mean, there are rare occasions -”
Gage interjected, “Rock said his co-mate, Sixten Kovac, can take any Dynasty Vampyr’s bite and live. That is, if he drinks the culprit’s blood as an anti-venom.”
Heath thought for a minute. “I h
ad Molly in my arms within minutes of the vampire mistin’ her, and I didn’t smell any blood on her breath.”
“Another question without an answer,” Jayce said quietly, cocking his head to the side. “But we’re getting closer.”
“What’s inside that envelope?”
Gage smiled like the Cheshire cat. “Half of a shredded document was found, re-pieced, and dropped by half an hour ago, courtesy of my good friend Kash.” He pulled it out with nimble fingers, the document’s condition fragile. “Confidentially, of course.”
“And?” Jayce prompted.
“It’s an official document,” Gage replied, showing them the seal of the Dynasty Empire, “which requests Molly as personal property.”
“A claim? Signed by whom?” Heath growled, gripping the armrests on his chair until he heard a screeching sound.
“We only have the first half,” Gage said apologetically. “But I have enough of the paper to see who vetoed this particular request.”
“Oh, let me guess,” Heath growled even louder, his chest rumbling with the Beast, his vision hazed in crimson. “Prince Volos.”
“You got it.”
The next words, Heath nearly choked on, “Since a Dynasty Vampyr can only survive from Donors, and cannot truly have a blood pet, what type of property was Molly listed as?”
Gage looked him square in the eyes. “Heath, do you really want to know?”
When Heath opened his mouth, he scented the queen, her inborn fragrance similar to Molly’s, but not as spicy.
“Hellcat, what are you doing walking around down here?” Jayce scolded her, misting over as Tatum walked through the door.
“I need to walk,” she grumbled.
“I thought you were supposed to keep those ankles elevated.” He cupped her elbows. “Am I going to have to bring Granny back down to Miami?”
