Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage

by Talyn Scott

  “Why would Maestru go against me this way, invoking the Alpha beast’s wrath?” Jayce felt a tooth crack under the unyielding pressure of his jaw.

  “He’s incredibly stupid to risk it,” Gage breathed, walking into his office, “When we capture him, we won’t kill him straight away, but torture him for centuries. He’ll stay here in Miami, and I won’t sleep. Maestru will plead for death’s mercy.” Gage walked the seam of full transformation. A problem he had not experienced for at least fifty years. “Is this an isolated attack on the queen or the entire pack?” Gage closed the door behind him, questioning Rock.

  Rock observed the Miami coastline, deep in thought. He let his queen down. He let everyone down. All his sentinels were too cocky, too complacent. He was the worst example of all. “The queen is Mike’s ace. She’s the Alpha’s one true weakness.” Running his hands through his hair, he clarified, “Desperation consumes, especially for prisoners, and Mike had a lot of time on his hands to think it through.” Circling, he faced Gage. “Nevertheless, she’s Mike’s weakness, too, a true mate. I have no doubt that she’s alive. As long as Mike lives, and she’s with him, she’s somewhat protected.” Rock stood his full height, shoulders back. “I will meet my death, inform the Alpha.”

  “My fuck,” Jayce grated, still on the phone listening to it all. “Both of you get to Sanibel now.”

  Gage misted, followed by Rock. Bren’s lips peeled from his canines, effectively warning them both, even though they didn’t deserve such courtesy. “You live, for now,” Jayce’s finger shook when he pointed it Rock’s way. “On the front, in the battle that comes our way, your requirement may be death for your queen. In that, I won’t budge.”

  “Leniency that’s underserved, sire, losing the queen is inexcusable.”

  “Sure is,” Bren broke in, lunging for Rock and narrowly stopped by Jayce.

  “Why are you leaving my sister-n-law unprotected?” Jayce stood in front of Bren, lifting two bloody fingers and motioning for Bane to enter his private chamber, usually off-limits to anyone but mates. He smelled the leech before he entered. “I haven’t a hearty welcome, Dru. My queen is missing, abducted by your species. At the moment, death would be too kind for me.” An understatement, Jayce’s legs could scarcely hold him. A physical weakness he would never admit, a rule fully implemented by his Alpha father long ago.

  “The vampires took the queen?” Bane snarled.

  “Oh, it’s better than that!” Bren shouted, pupils fully dilated and glowing. “Tatum’s with Mike Carter.”

  Bane pointed the ‘I told you so finger’ at Jayce. “One guard is never enough, I warned you.”

  “I let her soften me,” Jayce admitted, eyes flaring the beast – a deadly glow, “and look where it got us.”

  “God, they’re just alike.” Bane looked stricken. “Renee thinks she can go freely, do anything without one of us guarding her. Neither understands the value and unconditional love our males place on our females, but our enemies do. And our mates are the targets openly hit with determined precision. Every. Single. Time. They’re walking bulls’ eyes, and we’re allowing it.” They all remained silent a moment, trying to calm themselves while soaking in the Beta’s words.

  “Things are going to change.” Jayce didn’t elaborate, but the look on his face told the rest what was unspoken wouldn’t brook any arguments. And then he got in Bane’s space. “Getting back to my earlier question,” he asked quietly. “Why is Renee left unprotected? Should I have to worry about her now?”

  “She’s my mate, Alpha.” Bane tried to push respect through his words. He couldn’t.

  “Crossing a line with me, Beta?” Jayce pushed his chest against Bane’s and watched his eyes widen. They had no idea what kind of feat it was for the Alpha to stay contained. “This circle will stop.” Jayce flashed the beast. “Not one more female will be touched by another species’ filth. This is your sole purpose from this moment forward.”

  “As you wish, I’ll make it so.” Bane tilted his head, acknowledging Jayce’s direct order.

  “Arian was much better this morning and currently is with Renee. I haven’t a doubt that he’s back to his lethal self, or I wouldn’t be here.” Dru came forward, obviously trying to defuse a potential situation that was none of his business. “But I’ll mist back to Renee,” Dru continued. “Please, know this.” He stepped before Jayce and Bren. “No matter our species, we’re family now. I won’t side with those who hurt my wife by taking her sister from her. I won’t side with those who hurt our collective family.”

  Frowning, Jayce nodded. “I expect no less from you, vampire.”

  After Dru drifted out of earshot, Jayce got down to business. “Summon an ancient from every district. They’re to come to Sanibel and take all females and pups in our hidden chambers between the islands.”

  Bren fully transformed. Three breaths in, one long push out. He took off, ripping through the lanai screen and leaping from the second floor, ignoring his Alpha and the surrounding werewolves. Jayce stepped to the upper lanai and followed him with his eyes. Three Royal Palms snapped under Bren’s assault like twigs, and then he was gone.

  “What are our orders?” Gage tracked Bren’s movements, ready to get started himself.

  Jayce paused in mid transformation to look over at him, “Now. We hunt.”

  16

  Blade inhaled deeply, blessing his body with his mate’s scent. Desperate times called for desperate bullshit. He had to stay in Scotland until Ciaran completed his objectives or temporarily leave his mate since the Alpha refused to let her go under any circumstances. And he didn’t think hell had frozen over yet, so he was staying put.

  His hands shook. Not that his beast was that unstable, no, it was veiled behind Gage’s spells. Blade just wanted to be with Rebecca, to touch her. “I want my right,” he enunciated every word to Ciaran. That should please the three as co-mates. It was natural for their kind. And he needed that special reassurance between them. The one that came from being intimate with someone you couldn’t live without. He’d never had that in his life, and it was so close Blade could taste it.

  “I want that for you.” Freshly showered, Ciaran strode quietly across the master bedchamber. Clad in jeans and nothing else, his top button was unfastened. His face wasn’t the only thing that was pierced, but also his navel. Blade had never seen an ancient so inked and pierced. Of course, the only ancient Blade really knew well was Gage.

  “I don’t want to scare her anymore,” Ciaran continued, clenching his jaw as his eyes roamed over a sleeping Rebecca nestled in the middle of a gigantic bed. “The beast…and the full moon nears, who knows?” he shrugged. “I’ve been alive for centuries without a mate.”

  “That would pretty much suck.” Blade quietly removed his new weapons, placing them on the bedside table they were apparently sharing.

  “Make sure the guns are on safety,” Ciaran said. “She’ll shoot me full of holes if she can.”

  “Yeah?” Blade cracked a grin, pulling his shirt overhead. “My girl has her talents, and her brother taught her not to miss.” He kicked off his combat boots. “What’s with the guns, anyway? And don’t tell me silver bullets. That’s been done to death, and Habalines can spit out ammo no matter what it’s made of.” Ciaran closed the distance between them. Blade had to raise his chin a fraction, and he was six and half feet. That meant Ciaran had to be at least two or three inches taller. “You are one tall mother fucker.”

  “So I’m told,” Ciaran said sardonically. “The guns slow the latter generation Habalines, the mixed breeds, and some even die. In truth, I don’t relish killing anyone of pack descent. We have several Scottish decent Habalines in our army, yet many of their siblings are still kept on the Habaline compound. Still, when they’re coming at you by the hundreds, you have to save your ass one way or another.”

  “True. At least, I now know you’re figh
ting for something worthwhile instead of blowing a meaningless revenge-fueled load all over the countryside. But hindsight, you should have been upfront with our pack and Jayce, giving them a heads up, especially before you screwed around and took Rebecca. You were one of us for years.”

  “I don’t want to speak of Jayce Jordan.”

  “Sure you don’t. Bitterness keeps your tank full, and help would be too easy of an out for you.”

  “Watch yourself.”

  “No, I won’t.” Blade didn’t back down. “We have an eternity together if you don’t finally hit the dirt during the next battle. A good fraction of the time we share is gonna be hot and heavy between the sheets.” Blade motioned to a pile on the floor containing Ciaran’s dirty clothes and said, “And apparently in the stables if my nose isn’t deceiving me. I’ll respect you in front of the others, since you are the Alpha. However, between us,” he said, pointing a long finger at Ciaran’s chest, “we’re on the same footing. We’ll respect each other, one and the same, or we won’t work. ”

  Ciaran inclined his head. “You’ve a strong beast, youngling. Only the strong I claim as mine.” He extended his palm and Blade took it.

  “Oh yeah? My beast is killer, but you haven’t seen anything like my youthful stamina.” Blade took another look at Rebecca, drinking her in and selfishly wanting to wake her. I want to feel you, Becca. With a sidelong glance at Ciaran, Blade asked, “Why is your lip torn?”

  “Our female ripped out my piercing when she bit me,” he boasted. Crossing massive arms over his chest, his Alpha beast flashed with pride. “It’s taking longer to heal since the piercing had silver in it.”

  “She fights nasty, huh?” Blade adjusted his aching hard on.

  “Yes,” Ciaran said, licking his wound, “when she wants to come.”

  “Oh…I think I need her to fight with me a little bit then.” Blade twisted his torso around, showing Ciaran the Druid tattoos Gage had spelled upon his beast. “You think you could get rid of these for me?”

  “Decent ink, it is.” He trailed a palm over Blade’s biceps, emitting the static power only an Alpha contained. “Gage’s blood or is it yours?”

  “Mine,” Blade said, not hiding his surprise. “You know Gage’s work?”

  Ciaran evaded the question, but inquired, “Tell me about your meeting with Rebecca’s brother.”

  “I spoke with Jayce and Gage, though Bren took off long before I showed up. Our queen was snatched by bloodsuckers and Bren’s enraged, can’t say that I blame him. Gage is taking shifts with Jayce’s Beta. And with that kind of heavy shit going down, it’s in me to step up and help.”

  “Vampires, you say?”

  “They swear that it’s Maestru,” Blade answered. He’d never met him, but knew he held an alliance with Jayce that kept the two species from fighting. One Maestru and Jayce kept for years. They were almost friends. As stunned as everyone else, Blade wondered what would drive Maestru to risk his Coven members’ ultimate safety.

  Ciaran stared at him for a long moment before he said, “Then we can help your former pack and still fight our last battle.”

  “How so?”

  “Maestru is coming here,” Ciaran pointed out.

  “Why?”

  “It would seem for the same reason I did.” Ciaran didn’t blink. “The Coven Master is avenging his females and taking any that he can recover back to Captiva Island.”

  He hadn’t realized how far out the Habalines’ greedy arms had stretched. “Wouldn’t it be easier if the vampires joined with us before they attacked? We would all roll in together kicking ass as one unit.” Blade rubbed the tension from his neck, adding, “Afanas wouldn’t fill me in on much.” He raised a questioning brow, lowering into a high back chair near the window.

  “I’m certain I will be hearing from the vampires shortly.” Ciaran followed, lifting Blade’s wrist and elongating his canines. He hovered over Blade’s heavy vein that lined his wrist to his elbow and said, “As far as my Beta goes, he needs to adjust. You’ve gone from Shaman to a prisoner to co-mate of his Alpha in essentially a day. Plus,” he tightened his hands around Blade’s arm and admitted, “he wants Rebecca desperately.” He bit down.

  Blade felt his skin pop before the suction lulled him. “No endorphins, man. I’m horny enough for all three of us.” Two more pulls had Blade’s dick throbbing. Ciaran withdrew and licked the wounds closed. Then, he wrapped his palms around the ink, drawing with a burning force until Blade thought he would bite back.

  After several long minutes, his beast was rising.

  Three breaths in, one long push out.

  “Just as I thought,” Ciaran murmured, stepping back from Blade’s werewolf with a strange smile plastered on his face. “You are tough enough to be my co-mate.” He wiped his dripping canine’s on the back of his hand. “You don’t taste so bad, either. In time, we’ll perfect your skills.”

  Blade felt right in his skin, better than he’d ever had with the beast. “I’m more in control.”

  “Yes,” Ciaran looked smug. “My experience benefits you. I won’t allow the queen to be in inferior security when I have to be away from her. I accelerated your control and broadened your abilities, years of training you’ve skipped by my hand. In other words, I shed some of my powers and gave them to you.”

  Blade didn’t know what to say to that. Even so, the long stretch of silence was a necessary comfort as his beast settled to the background again. Finally, he tested, “You’re still in agreement with not pulling the Alpha shit on me in private, with our girl even.”

  “You are a male of honor,” he answered, and Blade could hear the truth in his words. Ciaran relaxed on the corner of the bed and hung his arms on his knees. With an unwavering stare, he spoke from the heart. “You risked your life to protect my queen when I wanted to take her life from her. You hindered your wolf with spells to find a safe way of escape for her…a way to escape the monster who is me. I am indebted to you. A pup that has seen few years is my better in most every way, and I’m a male who has seen a thousand. And what you’re not best at now, I will teach you from this day forward. So no, I won’t pull any Alpha shit on you.”

  “Okay,” Blade said as easily as he could. “We’ll work this. Try to stay good about it and we’ll learn one another. We are family now. But eventually, when this war dies down, we take Rebecca home to her extended family. At the least, she has to visit them regularly, and I want that with mine.”

  “Agreed,” the Alpha said with a broken smile.

  Blade knew the Alpha had no close family to speak of, but distant lunatic cousins who used him for his power. “I’m the only one you’ve ever willed power to?”

  “Yes.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You are most welcome.”

  A new subject was necessary since they were bordering a chick-chat. “So you have the Habaline leaders locked away?”

  Ciaran moved with a ripple of power. “You know from this far away?”

  “I can smell them better now that you’ve worked on me. It’s a clear distinction I didn’t otherwise have.” Blade unzipped his jeans, releasing tension around his cock. “They reek.” He furrowed his nose. “They’re housed in a neighboring building, right?”

  “Yes, they are here. And to our ancients, the pure bloods hold an unmistakable stench at quite a distance.” Ciaran paused. “Some have ways of masking their scent, but smelling some shifters is better than scenting none of them. That’s good. You can smell others if they get too close to her.” He leaned his head toward their female and muttered, “When I’m fighting.”

  “Alphas don’t normally fight once they find their queen,” was the grim response, “even I know that.”

  Ciaran slumped. “I started this war, and I will finish it. I have to see this through. The females deserve no less.”

  “I know ab
out the raid that’s strategy is to flush out the rest of their guard and expose their breeding compound. That particular gamble is a walking, talking nightmare.” He gave Ciaran a knowing look. “You’ll cut off the Alpha line if you die, another pack will overtake this one,” Blade pointed out. “If that happens, let’s hope these Habalines don’t take over again with their cluster fuck of shithead mercenaries. Since they’ll keep moving on, overpowering each continent and obliterating our species. Their mixed breeds are on Captiva, you know. They’re spreading out.”

  “Blade?” Rebecca called.

  “I’m here, baby.” He misted to the bed. “Good morning.”

  “If you ever leave me again,” she cleared her throat and lost the threatening words when she laid eyes on him, “I’ll….just don’t do it.” She flipped and buried her face in the pillow.

  “I had to get a word out to your brother,” he whispered, hovering over her. Placing butterfly kisses everywhere she bared her skin, he asked, “Are you really mine? I was afraid I was dreaming again.”

  Turning and searching his flesh with her tiny canines, she found his throat. “I’m yours alright and mad enough to bite you for leaving me again.”

  “Oh, yeah?” His lips curved. “I’ve seen some of your recent handy work.” He lowered his body against hers, enjoying how soft she was against his hardness – a delicious contrast. “Drink from me when you bite. I don’t want that Beta’s stench on you any longer. I can smell his blood in your veins, and I want to give it up to the beast. I want to hunt his ass through the woods, rip his throat out and lay it at your feet.” A primitive justification he had to check. A growl left his chest that worried even him. Blade bore his own throat, wishing she’d take it all. A true mate would give everything.

  “You say the most romantic things,” she breathed over his skin. Striking hard with those new little needles, Rebecca sucked loudly. All the squeaks and mews, licks and slurps caused a prickling awareness all the way to the tip of his cock. And by the sounds of Ciaran’s breathing, it was hitting him the same exact way.