Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage

by Talyn Scott

  “The male who sacrificed much of his youth to raise me,” she spat before thinking it through.

  Now, he was getting somewhere. “Jordan is barely out of nappies, though he has a good ten years on you. Certainly, he’s resided as Alpha for at least half your life.” His thumbs inched up, stroking the softest inner thighs he’d ever touched. “Indeed, Alphas direct all parentless younglings to be reared by pack members of the nearest kin, but Alphas never actually participate.” Who are you? “Jordan has no siblings,” he deduced. “Still, you’re very close to him. Close enough that no one speaks of your disappearance within your pack, yet all males hold an attack stance of those executing battles, breaching my property and breaking the written and timeless laws of pack. How close would you be to an Alpha that would risk many, as well as his position as the leader of the North American tribe, to retrieve one solitary female?”

  “He cares for every single member of his pack. He’s someone who’s better than you,” she wanted to kill him with words. In that moment, she nearly had.

  Running a finger under the hem of her skirt, he lingered and pressed his forehead to hers. “I said I wouldn’t kill your mate, and I won’t. Even so, I can make Blade hurt.”

  She smacked the back of her head on her chair.

  “That’s right, I have his name. For the last time,” he demanded, roaming under her skirt and squeezing her lush hips with his hands, “who are you?”

  Swallowing hard, she lifted her shoulders proudly when she answered, “Rebecca Walker.”

  “Your brother,” he whispered, staggering.

  “Killed Jody to save his mate, it was his right.”

  Ciaran’s eyes widened at the revelation, and then he yelled for his Beta, “Afanas!”

  Afanas misted forward, surveying the room. “Alpha?”

  “Bren Walker’s sister sits in my chair,” he thundered, pointing to a sweating female suffering in the throes of heat. “Meet sweet Rebecca.”

  “We’re well acquainted, especially after rights to mate,” Afanas half-joked, then cleared his throat ruefully after Rebecca’s face fell. “I apologize; Rebecca is it?”

  “Yep.”

  “The males are circling.” Afanas nearly swallowed his own tongue. “They all scented a full blood in heat nearby.”

  “That she is.” Ciaran rolled his shoulders fighting his own beast.

  “You’re circling her yourself,” Afanas said, struggling with his Beta.

  The heat would come and go until the cycle peaked, and Rebecca seemed as close to a peak as Ciaran had ever seen. “Circling? I’m most certainly not. I’ve already placed her as my mistress and everyone is quite aware of that little fact.” Ciaran looked indignant. “I’ve no compulsion to circle.” I won’t charge the Beta. I. Will. Not. Charge. The. Beta. His hands clutched his thighs, as he bent forward. Searching for peace to silence the beast, why? Because his Alpha knew his Beta tasted the female, and the damned werewolf wanted Afanas to die.

  “I think you want to kill me for nearing her while she’s in need.” Afanas looked as stunned as Ciaran felt.

  “I wish you both would shut up and bring me Blade!” Rebecca yelled. She was dripping on the chair seat, literally. Her arousal flowed heavily, drenching her thighs, and in return, inviting the monster. I will drink you. A growl left Ciaran’s chest, a deadly promise.

  “Bloody hell!” Afanas backed up. “You called me, remember?”

  “I do. I just don’t know….” Ciaran was never at a loss for words.

  “Something’s strange about this.”

  Ciaran could barely roll his eyes. “What is not strange around here?”

  “Rebecca, what’s your lineage?” His Beta spoke to the sweltering lass.

  “Walker…I can’t think right now.” Her neck lolled on her shoulder.

  “Okay, okay I’ll think for you,” Afanas reasoned, taking another step back. “Paternal is Walker and maternal is what?”

  “Milligan,” she murmured.

  “And next?”

  “Callahan. Please, untie me.”

  No longer watching Rebecca, Afanas faced Ciaran. “Rebecca, do you recall the name of a distant grandmother perhaps it was Helene….”

  “Helene Callahan,” she finished sadly, “My ancestral grandmother died under your father’s protection, Ciaran. She’d transferred to the Scotland pack and was murdered days later.” Emerald eyes blinked slowly, as lids became heavy. “Blade found the headstone when he arrived here, told me so himself….”

  “Rebecca?”

  “Rebecca!”

  “Fucking hell,” low rumbles slid up his throat, as Afanas confronted Ciaran. “We have to get her upstairs, before someone sees what you’ve done.”

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  “What I’ve done?”

  “You didn’t use one of your spells?” Afanas misted to Rebecca.

  “NO!” Ciaran shouted.

  “She’s going up in flames, Alpha. The heat must’ve triggered high fever.” Afanas started removing her boots.

  “You want me to kill you?” Ciaran panted, “Is that it? Life’s too hard and you want an easy out?” Fists secured at his sides, he stared pointedly at the Beta’s hands and gave him a final warning growl.

  A quick yank removed the second boot and Afanas misted to the table. Immediately soaking linen napkins with ice water, his was the voice of reason, “You should douse the fireplace, sire.” The flames were extinguished before his sentence finished. “I’m staying away from her, but know this.”

  Ciaran put his body between Rebecca and Afanas. Only then did he calm. “Go on.”

  “You’re in denial. Any fool could see what she is to you. Even I can feel it! She’s yours.”

  “It’s the lineage, Afanas, the pull … the blood ties.”

  “Let’s wade a bit longer in your bullshit, shall we?” Afanas stopped short of rolling his eyes and handed him the wetted linens. “Bathe her skin, she’ll cool.”

  Ciaran worked quickly, wiping her sweat-soaked face, arms and legs. I’ve never bathed a female. A fraction of guilt kept Ciaran from striking the Beta for his insolence. “I’ve treated her badly, no? Such disrespect to Helene’s clan, though I was unaware. Still, I could never bring myself to kill her. Not once could I lift my hand to her in true spite or anger.” Take her to my bed? I seem to have no problem with that.

  Afanas spoke softly, “You have to take her or give her to her mate. She’ll have seizures if you don’t. Years ago, they befell one of my sisters.” His eyes were haunted. “I was a pup, then. My father and uncles kept the males away from her heat. I heard her screams through the night followed by my mother’s pleas. Josie almost died. And to this day, never found her mate. She’s in misery, the same as you.”

  “We’ll, if there’s anything I’ve learned over the centuries,” Ciaran sneered, “it’s how to bed a lass. Be gone.” In the next breath, Afanas misted away. The ropes dissolved under Ciaran’s mental order, and he reached large hands around her. Gripping Rebecca’s waist, he brought her to the dining table. “Finally, we’re alone.” His tone reasonable, his body strummed with tension. In its own zone, the beast was crouched low, predatory still. Waiting out his time to pounce, Ciaran would have his hands full if the werewolf happened. Shaking off that chilling thought, he carefully placed Rebecca on the table and pulled up a chair. “Dinner is served.”

  It struck him that all the females he’d lain with didn’t smell anywhere near tantalizing as Rebecca. A dream she was – a living one. “There,” he coaxed, sliding her bottom to the edge and then slowly spreading her legs. The teeny skirt twisted around her midriff. Clawing her panties away, he choked on his breath. “What a blessed jewel you are here, lass.” Ciaran took a long moment to examine her beautiful pussy, studying and putting it to memory. She was glistening, slick with want. “Red and pink are my new favor
ite colors.”

  With his first long lick, she cried out. “That’s it, lass. Come back to consciousness for now. Enjoy the pleasure I give, and then we’ll both fly away together.”

  “Blade,” she whispered, halfheartedly trying to close her legs.

  “Mate or not, I can make you forget he ever existed. Then you’ll ask for me always.” Shoving a hand under her lower back, he took the other and spread one knee higher. Widely exposing her with his merciless grip, he brought his mouth down on her sex with a feeding frenzy that startled even him. Her taste was his new high, her scent his addiction. A drug he would never escape but would undoubtedly beg on bended knee to keep forever. I won’t live without this.

  “You are delicious.” Swallowing her, he licked his lips with slow deliberation, enjoying the liquid offering that quenched his thirst. “Rebecca, are you listening?” Smacking, wet sounds met their ears. “Hear me feast on your flesh.”

  Suckling with his lengthening tongue, a hungry male remained on the surface. Ciaran’s beast awaited its moment, ravenously stalking the back of his mind for this female. Could she really be mine?

  She was fully conscious now, trying to fool him. “Give it up, Rebecca. I may be yours,” he yielded to the idea, thinking what’s nearly impossible might be possible. “You don’t want to know, and I understand. In your mind, I’m a total bastard.” He thrust a thick finger inside, twisting it before he added the second. “Maybe I am.” She bucked, squirming away from his relentless worship. His arrogant laughter floated in the air, teasing with a darkly sexual promise. “You’re no match for me, for this. For what’s to become,” he moaned low, a rumbling of the beast while nipping her stomach in Alpha’s warning.

  Weakly, she pulled his hair, trying in vain to resist him. Her body refused to cooperate with her mind. “I can’t take anymore.”

  “You’ll be alright,” his words a hot caress over her swollen folds.

  “Not with you,” she cried, rocking her hips.

  “Yes, little werewolf,” he murmured, driving his fingers faster, harder, “bring on your animal.” He snarled and licked her sex frantically. Stopping only to listen to her whimpers, he cocked his head. “I love that sound, Rebecca. The sound you make when you know you’ve lost but don’t necessarily care that you did. The one that says you surrender to me.”

  Both nearly crazed, he granted her a boon. The place he deliberately avoided, until now, because he was that smooth. “Female, If you hear only one thing this night,” he susurrated, blowing a deliberate moist breath over her clitoris, soft and easy. “You will never come for any other this way, and you’ll do it …right now.” Fingers intensified inside her sleek walls – in and out. Wrapping firm masculine lips over her clit, he drew it from its hiding place into his fiery eager mouth and bit ever so gently…and repeated.

  When paradise slammed Rebecca, she screamed her release. A brutal yell provoked the beast along with her enticingly musky arousal. Satisfaction. Fate intertwined them as one.

  Mine!

  Forcing his mouth away from her sex, Ciaran shook with sudden knowledge and primordial need. Kneeling on the floor, he gripped the table’s edge. It fragmented under his fingertips. With a throbbing cock and the beast scratching at his door, he fought steel blades that pierced his skull.

  Tamp yourself.

  The werewolf laughed.

  His mate’s desperate panting and rustling movements stopped him cold. Rebecca dashed into the corridor as if the hounds of hell were chasing her.

  Maybe they were.

  Mental directives went out to all sentinels. Ordering no one to touch what was his or die, but protect their queen from a distance. She is mine.

  Claim her. Mark her. Take her.

  “Ah beast,” Angling his head to the side, he scented her nearing the stairs. Rising on his feet, he caught his breath. “It’s my honor to do so.”

  Afanas was right about one thing; he was in misery. A firestorm burned through his veins, boiling his blood, stoking his hunger. Melting everything it touched. Fortunately, he had a delicious redheaded antidote. “Take me inside you, my mate, tonight.” He didn’t raise his voice. She could hear him. Her heartbeat doubled, a plea thundering from her chest.

  Scared little lamb.

  Lightning streaked the sky, illuminating walls with its eerie glow. The ground shook with an afterthought.

  “You have two choices,” he patiently explained, bracing his hands at his hips. “Accept us or continue to run. And if you choose the latter, I will catch you, and you’ll be right back where you started.” His smile was wide. “Hmmm, I suppose it’s not really a choice then is it?” Tossing his shirt overhead, he didn’t wait for her reply. They both knew she didn’t have the correct answer.

  Ahead, a wall of stones curved the winding staircase. Rebecca forced herself to slow down, swiftly but carefully ascending the steps leading to a strange corridor. Unfamiliar with her surroundings and thoroughly freaked out, she didn’t want an injury upsetting her escape plans. If only she could’ve somehow left earlier, neither of them would’ve discovered this shocking bit of truth.

  Like a sucker punch, Rebecca belatedly realized this particular brand of truth entwined their lives for the rest of their lives. And if she was forever stuck here, he would expect her to be his.

  God save her.

  She’d rather have died.

  Reaching the top step, an unnatural breeze hit the back of her legs right before a possessive palm splayed over her middle. Arrogantly sure, Ciaran teased, “You really think to run? From. Me?”

  Of course, not used to the celestial pull, Rebecca broke the number one rule: Don’t run from a werewolf mate, especially an Alpha. Like an idiot, she unintentionally incited him. Shaking her head, she wondered why she didn’t stay put and somehow reasoned with him instead. Now he was riled and hungry.

  Then again, who was she kidding? In his conceited head, Ciaran probably thought running was her type of foreplay. He’d already readied himself by removing his shirt. “No. Bathroom,” she feigned, choking out words while desperately needing personal space. Any space would do, as long as it was far away from him. If she could get away before he locked her back in the bedroom, she might find Blade.

  “If that were true, I’d walk you there myself,” he leaned in, murmuring against her ear. His tongue followed his voice, leaving a moist path as it delicately slid over the outer shell. “Is there anywhere you could go that I wouldn’t find you? I think not.” She smelled her sex on him. Her heat greatly relieved after his attentions, she had her strength back in spades.

  Before Rebecca could muster another response, a shadow of a movement pushed her against the stone-roughened wall. Stomach still held with Ciaran’s solid hand minus the claws, she noted that he had superior control over the beast compared to others, especially after just discovering a mate. Luring warmth on one side and damp coolness on the other, Ciaran’s scorching body caged hers, contrasting the inner castle wall.

  “I’m yours,” he purred, leisurely sliding his free hand around her neck, securing her nape with his fingertips. “Give yourself to me.”

  Even though he kept a relaxed stance, Rebecca wasn’t fooled or senseless. She knew she wasn’t going anywhere until she faced an unavoidable conversation. And even though her neck felt way too vulnerable in his powerful hand, she snapped anyway, “Would it matter if I said no?”

  In utter astonishment, he released her body, stepping back and gaping. “You refuse me?”

  “Yours.” She anxiously met him eye to eye, gauging his reaction. “I refuse to be yours.” She had no justification for said refusal. Were hierarchy and mating customs weren’t anything close to the human world, but more as centuries past with human arranged marriages. The obvious difference being nature selected the perfect union between werewolves instead of scheming blue blood parents long ago selling off their daug
hters to the best monarchial titles available.

  Rebecca couldn’t deny that female werewolves or mixed bloods remained forever happy and satisfied with their loving mates. Werewolves never cheated on their pre-destined mates. Adultery was nonexistent in the world of Weres, sadly not so much in human society. None of that changed the fact that Rebecca didn’t wish a mating with a vicious Alpha like Ciaran, not to mention, reigning as his queen to the merry men of murderers was not on her to do list. Also, his grand idea of honor was to make her his whore instead of killing her.

  So she wasn’t changing her mind anytime soon or ever. Because if there’s anything Rebecca Walker discovered over the past few weeks, she harbored a personal loathing for Ciaran - very personal.