Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage

by Talyn Scott

  “It was sexy…scary,” she threw out, licking his bicep. “I didn’t understand it, and I thought I was crazy. But in the back of my mind, I always wondered about us. I wondered about what I felt that night.” She shook her head and smiled up at him, “And years later, I wanted this with you.”

  He nipped her jaw, curving his palms over her shoulders. “When, baby, tell me when you wanted this.”

  “More recently,” she admitted, “when Renee and I trolled some of your football games.”

  He couldn’t hide his smile, didn’t want to. “I saw you in the stands, cheering when you thought I wasn’t looking.”

  She shook her head skeptically. “How’d you know if was for you?”

  “Hopeful guess?” he laughed, eyes dancing with wickedness. “I would have given you this.” Blade gripped her waist and pressed his weight onto her, his face darkening with his erotic thoughts and his body heating against the warmth of hers. “All night, I would have given you a reason not to ever find another male,” he said, thrusting his cock, finding her apex and swiping back and forth. “It’s time.” They were fated, born for one another. Their need was one in the same. “Spread your legs, Becca.” Stripping the sash from her fallen robe, he brought it to her wrists. “Oh, baby, the things I’m gonna do to you.”

  18

  With Blade’s sensual promise, Rebecca’s belly somersaulted. All those little muscles that Ciaran worked out in the stables woke up all over again. The heat had died down, so this was from pure desire. The hypersensitive skin, the wetness between her legs, the relentless clasping of her vagina made her want to claw Blade’s skin off. But she couldn’t. He had her tied to a bed. I’ve been tied up a lot lately. This was the good kind of restraint, though, this situation she’d agreed to beforehand.

  Blade had left her sprawled out, restrained and open wide. If anyone were to barge in she’d appear the sacrificial lamb. A field mouse may outsmart a tomcat, but a little red-headed lamb never escapes the king of beasts… unless he allows it. Ciaran, he’d confused her from the start, and now she understood why. She was sure she hated him, though she’d never truly hated anyone in her entire life. But she’d stepped near that edge several times, especially when he verbally claimed her as his mistress in front of the pack after taking her off his death list.

  She felt an achy twinge in her shoulder where Ciaran marked her. He was rough, but she realized it could’ve been a lot worse. She’d seen worse on other females. Male werewolves were crazy possessive, and an Alpha was off any chart that she could think of. And after he’d brought her to pleasure repeatedly, whispered tender words in the air around them when he thought she didn’t hear, there was no way she could bring herself to hate him now. But they would have to really work on understanding each other before they could love.

  Rebecca could feel Ciaran’s remorse for his behavior over the past weeks. It was a thick coating weighing down his werewolf, suffocating him. And if there was any way she could get him to lighten up on himself, she would. There were females out there that needed him, their lives counting on his plan to work. And Bren didn’t raise her to be selfish. The Alpha would have to refocus, get his head back in this deadly game.

  And that meant he would have to be backed by a supportive queen.

  Pushing those terribly serious thoughts aside, she shifted awkwardly, trying to see what Blade was up to. He’d been digging around a duffle bag for at least five minutes. Tugging at the sash, she knew she could snap it easily. As if reading her thoughts, Blade spun, shaking his head back and forth while making an irritating clucking sound with his tongue. She threatened him, “I’m going to suck that tongue until you can’t make that noise anymore.”

  A long deliberate growl, the one that made females curl their toes. “Keep those legs spread, baby,” he scolded, “or you won’t like what comes next.” Then he cracked that boyish grin, she found irresistible. Shrugging a shoulder, he reconsidered, “Maybe you will…hmmm, we’ll try it and see.”

  Misting to the bed, he placed several items above her head. “What are you up to?”

  On his knees, he rubbed his dick all over her face. “I like my smell on you.”

  Giggling, she pushed her face in the leathery softness of his sack allowing the crisp hairs to tickle her. “You want my mouth again?” She licked his balls, bringing one side into her mouth and sucking with care.

  “Oh… I love the way you think. More than that, I’m a big fan of your luscious mouth.” He tapped the end of her nose with his index finger. “You’ve got to cut it out, though.”

  Rebecca stuck her lip out, pouting.

  “I’ve never heard of a werewolf being afraid of the dark, but I have to ask. Are you?”

  His earnest expression kept her from laughing. “No, can’t say that I am.”

  In the next second, he blindfolded her. Dark satin, midnight seduction, easy transition to feel and concentrate on what he was doing, her voice was husky, “So those stories I heard about you were true.” Yes, sign me up.

  She felt him still, before saying, “Baby, let’s leave the past where it is.”

  “Sorry, I only heard a few things.” Blocked out most. “Mainly, you were in an unspoken competition with Rock and Bane to see who could….” His breath blew out followed by one steady anger-filled roar. Hands clamped her wrists just as a hot mouth forced hers open. He pushed inside with a punishing kiss meant to derail her thoughts, and it was working. When he pulled away, she felt his forehead against hers. He was slowing his breaths, trying to calm his werewolf. She placated, “Sorry again, I’m acting like an idiot.”

  “No, you’re not.” He gave a humorless laugh. “It seems I’m not the only one jealous around here.”

  “Maybe,” she confessed, “but I have you, and they don’t.”

  “You’re about to have more.” A raw whisper that told her she was in for it. I’ll play along.

  Another kiss, this one was lighter, unhurried. Biting her lip gently this time and traveling down her jaw line, he elongated his tongue. Cupping the underside of her breast, he moved underneath the heavy flesh to lick the musky salt that flavored her there. Sucking the nipple and bringing it to the roof of his mouth, he went to the opposite and did the same, working the one he left with his hand. Then he pinched them hard. “Do I have your trust?”

  “Always,” she murmured. And the single word hadn’t left her lips before two strange bites claimed her nipples. A startling pain before it eased to a peculiar numbness. “For the love of…. What are you doing?”

  “Don’t snap your sash,” he said calmly.

  “What’s pinching my…oh…what’s…”

  “Vibrating nipple clamps,” he answered in a husky drawl. “They’re gold against your pretty nipples…wait till I pull them off later.”

  “Blade…”

  “I know, baby. I really do.” He licked around the clamps, paying extra attention to the pressed flesh. “That’s just a picture right there.”

  She groaned when a second tongue swirled inside her navel. Ciaran misted in. Sliding a strong powerful hand up her thigh, he bent her knee, causing cool air to flow over her feminine center. Long silken strands swiped her inner thigh and brushed over her pussy. A carnal awakening, as if feathers dusted her body. “So good,” she whimpered. Squeezing her eyes shut under the blindfold, she reached her sex up in a silent plea for mercy.

  Blade’s prickly hair grazed her stomach, as he licked a line between her navel and her pubic hair. Rubbing her sex, he didn’t go in. “I love red,” he whispered, the warm breath teasing her wet flesh. Inhaling deeply, he skimmed his nose along the sensitive line that divided her thigh from her sex. “Best thing I ever smelled.”

  Ciaran licked behind her knee, deliberately scraping the tips of his canines until he reached the same point as Blade. Both hovered over her sex, as if they were simply staring.

 
Rebecca was experiencing sensory overload. Writhing for someone to touch her where it really counted. “Stop driving me up and not following through, I don’t want to play this way.” She’d never been with two males at once. “I need relief.” With all the sensations they were creating, she was starting to rethink her position. “I don’t…” And something smooth touched her lips, plastic and narrow.

  “Lick this,” Blade ordered softly, pressing her bottom lip down with his thumb.

  She did. Pushing it past her lips, he told her to wrap her tongue around it. “Get it good and wet, baby.”

  Ciaran remained quiet, but he was busy. Reworking her sash, he tightened her wrists but nowhere near pain. “Hey,” she complained when Blade removed the object, “did you switch the sash for silver-filled ropes?” She couldn’t see, but she remembered the sensation…and knowing Ciaran.

  “It’s not to hurt you, lass, but to keep you from moving the wrong way and hurting yourself. A few moments at most, then I’ll free you.” He flipped her. Ending up face down on a feather pillow, she experienced Ciaran’s tender side as he pushed back her hair and kissed her cheek. “We need to stretch you to take both of us. After full moon mating, we’ll be able to open you with our saliva. But now, you’ll need a little help.”

  “You did that…I thought…in the stables,” she stammered, snapping out of her daze. “I didn’t agree to this and what’s wrong with waiting until full moon anyway?”

  “Ah,” Ciaran rasped, “persuasion is my specialty. Make no mistake, lass, you’ll love it.”

  She felt nothing but skin as two colossal males eased downward, entirely naked. Erections encased in searing flesh skimmed both sides of her body. Lifting her to her knees, two hands pressed on her butt cheeks and then leisurely spread her from behind. A tongue, insistent and long, pushed into her private opening. She tensed. It didn’t matter. It still went in. Circling inside that tight ring, round and round it went. Good thing I’m blindfolded. She was somewhat embarrassed.

  When another hand slipped that smooth object inside her swollen vagina, Rebecca started to forget all about her embarrassment. Up to the top and back down, she clenched on it before he pulled it out. Not as big as Ciaran, nowhere close. But when he turned it on, she didn’t care. Vibrations rocked through her, setting her sex to a clenching need. Her womb tightened, almost cramping. He quickened the strokes as the tongue prodded her backside in unison.

  “Feel good, baby?”

  So Blade was the mastermind behind the vibrator and Ciaran was the tongue. “Oh! I ache.” Her knees were buckling, but a strong arm snagged her around the waist and stayed.

  “Drop you weight on Ciaran’s arm. Let it go, baby. See how easy it is for us to catch you?”

  Blade eased up on the toy only to get underneath her apex. His spiky hair tickled the inside of her thighs, adding to her crazed senses. “Blade, I don’t know if I can.” Ciaran took his tongue deeper and deeper as Blade impaled her with three rough fingers, replacing the vibrator.

  Rebecca’s breath caught when Blade swiped her sex, thoroughly worshiping her with his tongue. Two tongues stripped her bare, raw and needy to the core. “I can’t keep up,” she complained, harboring on an orgasm that was just out of reach. And for most of her sexual life, they always had been.

  “I’m so proud you’re the first I tasted, sweet Becca.” Blade said in a ragged breath. “I’m glad I waited about this. I’m in love with the taste of you, the feel of your wet sex as it glides across my tongue.”

  He grazed his canine over her clit and she finally hit it. A pressure valve within released, she tumbled over without any warning. She didn’t scream or make any sound, for that matter. Rebecca couldn’t. Her throat convulsed with her lower half, locking and releasing, clenching with spasms that were endless. She lost sense of self, floated high and then landed with a thud. I think they broke me.

  Ciaran’s whiskered cheeks prickled her ass as he eased away, rubbing her butt with his palm after removing his fingers. She heard a suctioning noise and felt Ciaran’s faintly bearded jaw as he drew the juice from her inner thigh. “Mouthwatering,” he purred. Still holding her up as if she weighed nothing, Ciaran pushed one of her knees higher. “Your face is glistening. She bathed you in her release, no?”

  A low grumbled left Blade’s throat. “She’s the only female I’ve had this type of intimacy with and I could stay here all day.”

  “Truth, but the pleasure has only begun,” was Ciaran’s reply. “Are you okay, lass?” He kissed her lower back, feathering that midnight hair over her sensitized skin.

  Am I okay? “I’m still breathing.” Her gasp was followed by proud male laughter. Ah, the ways of arrogant males, let me count them. “I want to be untied, please.”

  “I need two more minutes, baby.”

  “Uh huh,” she didn’t bother to argue. Why should she? If Rebecca could feel this good when they hadn’t even fucked her, she was in for quite a time. Here’s hoping I can last with these two.

  One hand spread a warmed liquid over her relaxed forbidden opening. Then, hands were all over her ass, mouths nipping her here and there. Desire bloomed inside her again, tightening her with need. Again with the dildo, she thought. “Hold steady,” Ciaran said firmly. He eased the toy inside her butt, though it felt larger than the first.

  “It’s too big.”

  “Not compared to us, believe me.”

  She shook her head. “It’s not going to work.” Sure she was relaxed, though still trying not to tense back up. But it burned.

  “Don’t you feel how it owns you, my mate?” Blade reached under her chest and pinched both nipples without mercy, and then tugged at the chain attached to the nipple clamps, allowing Ciaran to ease all the way in during the erotic distraction. So good…it’s physical seduction with a bite. “The way it pinches and scorches as it takes you?” He gave them a half twist at the same time Ciaran rotated the toy. “I want to claim you there. And you’ll feel so much pleasure that you won’t have to think about anything else but me and what I’m doing to you.”

  “Are you hungry for what we offer you, lass?” A strained voice asked, anxious with centuries of yearning.

  They stopped everything. The room grew silent, only anchored by her by her harsh breathing. One word broke the silence. “Yes.”

  “Thank fuck,” Blade muttered, removing her blindfold. He kissed both her eyes before she had the chance to open them.

  Ciaran removed the ropes and eased her on her back. Kissing her forehead, he splayed his palm over her heart. “Calm yourself.”

  “You left it in,” she said, blinking against the light. Ciaran glanced down at her and then around the room, willing the candles down to a few. Seeing to her comfort, she thought.

  “How does it feel?”

  “Tight,” she decided to be straightforward, “it keeps me wanting, but it feels like I’m doing something wrong.”

  “Hmmm, then we’re doing something right,” Ciaran rumbled. Leaning over her sex, he pulled the hood from her clit and sucked ravenously while spreading her knees further apart. She exhaled a startled scream but didn’t come. Blade moved between her thighs, his shoulders blocking her view until all she saw was him. Staring her down with leashed violence, his look said he would kill anyone who tried to stop him from taking her. I thought I would never see a man look at me that way.

  Ciaran settled next to her as Blade took her ankles in both palms. When he thrust in, he held her wide open. “Who are you wet for?”

  “Ah, Blade,” she whimpered weakly. His dick was wide and the toy they’d left in her bottom tightened everything inside her. “So full,” she moaned.

  Ciaran buried his face against her throat, licking the mark he’d left - a symbol claiming her as his own. After sniffing it, he whispered in her ear. “I can hear how wet you are for Blade. Those sweet little noises your pussy makes are driving m
e to madness. I know that your ass is filled with the plug and readying me to have you there. When I take you again,” he said on a rush, biting her lobe none too gently, “the whole castle will know it by your screams of ecstasy.” He raised her breast to his mouth, suckling around the clamp as Blade drove inside her. Tugging at the flesh with his teeth, he growled the Alpha’s call. A hot blast went beneath her skin, urging her near another orgasm.

  Blade watched Ciaran interacting with her closely, his breathing picking up. His hips were pistons, driving in and out, circling her wide. Stretching everything he pounded before Rebecca felt her walls grab his hard length back in, clasping him close, not wanting to let him go. “Do you smell us? The way our scents are together?”

  “Yeeesss,” she almost sobbed, “don’t stop.” He was beautiful above her. Electric blue eyes shined down. Panting through his open mouth, his canines hung over his lip. In and out, his breathing escalated. Tawny spikes flipped over his forehead, clinging to his sweat dampened forehead. Wide shoulders, larger than any human, bunched and relaxed with every grunt he exhaled. Blade’s sigh-worthy chest narrowed into a tight waist where his stomach muscles flexed as he drove that hard body between her legs. He wrapped his arms around her middle and brought her toward him. Sitting her in his lap, and spearing her with his cock and the plug, he demanded, “Feel me deep, baby. We are one.”

  Rebecca was lost with Blade holding her this way; she could only feel. He keeps his word. Moaning deep in her throat, mini orgasms scattered her senses. Blade held steady, not pumping, as he spread kisses along her jaw. “You are gripping me, Becca,” his voice ragged, “like you never want to let me go.”

  Blade met her eyes, an unwavering stare as he gave one final deep thrust. “Come for me, my mate.” Ciaran released the nipple clamps. Oh shit. Rebecca’s climax was furious. It took hold of her body and left its fragments trembling in Blade’s arms. The voice of a werewolf, “Keep those eyes open, no hiding from me, Rebecca.”