Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage

by Talyn Scott

  She placed her delicate hand in his, twining her fingers around him.

  “And when it came to you, I blew it.” He brought their hands to his lips, kissing hers gently. “There’re no words known to describe how sorry I am.”

  “You’ve already apologized.” She was patient. “A male like you should know when to stop kicking himself around.” And for the first time, the acrid scent of distrust left the air.

  “Because you’re going to do it for me?” he teased, nuzzling her throat. Spreading his scent over her skin, he marked this simple harmony with his female.

  “No, because I honestly accept your apology,” she answered simply, and he felt the truth ring through. “I already had tentatively, but I see certain things through your eyes now. A clarity that I didn’t have before,” she explained, staring at the single candle she’d lit. “Perfection doesn’t exist in this realm; it’s a dream that evaporates with the dawn.”

  She squeezed his hand. “Even though what you’ve done to me…yeah, you’re right.” She stopped and raised her eyebrows before continuing. “There are no words to describe it, but it sucked. Still, through the connection we have, I totally feel your remorse. And I’m certain that forgiving you is the right thing to do. Females can dish out mercy, you know? And it helped when Blade explained that you were taking me home for an extended visit as soon as it’s safe. A simple gesture that says you’re considering my feelings and wellbeing in all ways.”

  “In every way, yes, I will always put you first.” A promise backed by his thundering heart. “So if I were to ask you to marry me in the human way with a ceremony to be performed in this very chapel no less?”

  One side of her lip went up as she looked around considering the possibility. “With Blade?” she asked, focusing brilliant emerald eyes on his that reached his very soul.

  “I would insist upon it,” he murmured, leaning in and kissing each copper eyebrow. Her eyelashes fluttered across his cheek and his cock swelled by the simple touch.

  “Alpha of Scotland,” she breathed, reaching up and twisting her fingers at his nape, “you’ve got yourself a bride.” A fervent kiss struck without warning. Ciaran suddenly felt Rebecca on every inch of his skin. A plush mouth that bit at his lip, a small hand that unzipped his fly, cushy breasts that flattened against his chest, all coordinated with ease by a blisteringly seductive female who had just straddled his thighs. You finally come to me.

  As she sat on his ready cock, she moaned like a lass who… “Are you grinding your little nub against the seam of your pants, my queen?” They were both panting as the ethereal animals they were.

  “I wouldn’t do that in here of all places,” she said after releasing a groan that nearly made him shoot off in his jeans.

  “Yet you just did it again,” he laughed heartily and grabbed her by the waist. Biting through her thick sweater, he zeroed in on a succulent nipple. “Perhaps it’s okay since you’re my queen.” She curved her back, nearly suffocating him with her heavy breasts. What a way to go.

  “I don’t know…ah…might be…oooh… sacrilegious…or something.” The panting escalated. Easing her hand inside his jeans, she found something hard. “What’s that?” Fishing through his pocket, she curled her fingers around a small box.

  “Hmmm,” he chuckled. “Well, when a bonny lass dry humps a male he has no other choice but to get excited…,” he trailed off.

  “You know that’s not what I’m talking about.” She dug in, searching.

  “I would think a queen would have much better things to wrap her fingers around. Still, my sweeting rifles as a bored mouse, does she not?” Snatching her hand from his pocket, he warned, “Curiosity can be a sin when in the wrong hands.” Ciaran tried his best to look stern but failed miserably.

  He stood, lowering Rebecca to her feet and steadying her. Curling his finger under her chin, he reached down for a kiss but she pushed him away. “Give me!” She bit her lip, eyes full of excitement.

  “So you think I have something for you and it doesn’t warrant a kiss?” His opposite hand stayed where it was, an irrefutable lock over his pocket. “Why should I give it to you then?”

  “Because it’s already mine, sire.” She smirked, tapping a foot.

  “Aye, it is.” He pursed his lips while thinking of the most indecent things to do between her thighs. “However, since I lost out on the kiss it seems you’re in need of a new bargaining chip.”

  “Are you trying to piss me off?”

  “That would be counterproductive to what I want.” Shoving his hand inside that same pocket, he purposely pushed down his jeans. The vixen had unzipped his pants in a chapel and it was his duty to take full advantage. What male wouldn’t?

  An Alpha’s work was never done and it was time to teach another lesson.

  A show of legendary girth, he made. A broad crown peeked over the top of his pants. Wet in the divot that centered its head, it sat waiting…hungry. “What are you staring at, lass?”

  Green eyes bugged out. “Seriously?”

  “A question with a question, that’s not your style.” His cock throbbed with his laughter, mesmerizing Rebecca as a cobra weaves back and forth. My prey is nearly cornered. “For once you’re at a loss for words.” Lifting her like a small youngling, he instructed, “Wrap your thighs around me, beautiful girl.” She complied, pushing his shirt collar aside and biting the tendons in his throat. “Ah, my female…that feels so right.” Carrying her towards the door, he opened it with his mind. Enjoying the feel of her warm center over his head, he savored every step. “I have a place where you haven’t yet been, and I think you’re going to love it.”

  She expelled a short naughty laugh and pushed off him. Leaping feet over head, she darted quickly down the corridor. Ah, my queen can run. “Rebecca, you don’t know where you’re going,” he called after her. Chuckling, he gave her a head start before he went to mid-transformation. Three breaths in, one long horny push out. There was no way his beast would stay in the background when she ran, and Rebecca knew it. “Little redheaded lamb,” he howled a warning, “you’ve given me no choice.”

  Feminine laughter tickled his ears, dancing ahead through the dim corridor.

  An answering growl came through his throat, rattling his chest until he felt he had no air left. “I will hunt you.” A tiny female gasp followed by stillness. Scents of musky arousal, wildflowers, and a hint of adrenalin…Oh, she was nervous. Beasts loved nervous prey. This time, Ciaran’s vision wasn’t red with anger, but still enhanced with an unmistakable glow. Even if he couldn’t scent her, his powerful werewolf could sight her anywhere. Amazing, an ability he never knew he possessed.

  “Get naked…unless you don’t care for those garments you’re wearing.” A primitive sex-fueled exhilaration was pushing his werewolf to get his mate underneath him. Ciaran needed inside her wee body, yearned to listen to her sexy moans of pleasure. He would fuck her senseless, bathe her, feed her by his hand and start all over again. I will bite you.

  With a purposeful stride, he forced himself to slow through the corridor. It was dark, but he could see better in the dark. Cocking his head, he heard a tiny splat on the stairs. Salt and Rebecca, she was nervous enough to sweat, though he knew better than to pity her. And it was her game; she started it. She’s courting you. “Oh, foolish girl, I come for you.” He misted to the stairwell, yet she was gone. Tricky. “Don’t you want to kiss me?” His beast was ecstatic. Playing with his queen was a prelude to unimaginable mating. “There are places I want to lick you with the Were’s tongue, sweeting. You know how long it can get, how rough. Where else would it go but between your thighs? Up at the top, where you’re delicately swollen and tender. Where I have to hold you down because you run from the exquisite torture, where pleasure is so painful that it confuses you until you come.”

  Scraping claws against the stone wall, he scaled the stairs instead
of misting. In this particular section, there weren’t many rooms in which to hide, and he wanted to prolong the hunt. He found her boots resting at the top, placed next to her jeans. “Why did you run off? Is it because I’m hungry?” A scrape he heard to the left, and now she was in his sight. The sweater and panties she wore. “Don’t worry, lass, I hunt for pleasure not food, or is that what worries you most?”

  She didn’t answer. Flying through an adjacent doorway, she clipped her shoulder on the frame and tumbled in his mother’s private library. “Careful, lass, I don’t want you bruised.” Echoing the hall, his boot steps neared his captured prey.

  21

  Ciaran stood half dressed in the doorway, staring down at her. Blocking out all traces of light, Rebecca couldn’t believe the size of him. “I would’ve won, if I hadn’t caught my shoulder. She held it and feigned an injury. In mid-transformation his beast scented the air, curling a lip at her little white lie. Damn, she couldn’t fake the smell of pain.

  He stepped in, a beautiful confident creature with a human façade. Shimmering gold covered every delicious inch of his skin, his eyes glowed the brightest silver. Muscles massively expanded and well-defined, they rippled as he prowled close. She loved those sharp planes right over his hipbones, paralleling a crisp midnight happy trail. I wanna lick that path…and follow it where it leads. And everything she saw was hers.

  Now that Ciaran was towering around eight feet, his claws and his canines were the last thing that worried Rebecca. His heavy erection had jutted through his opened zipper and strained towards her, pointing as if she were in trouble. And nothing about it said gentle. What are those piercings?

  In a flash, he was gone. And then he landed on top of her, overpowering her and pinning her to the floor. Clasping her wrists in one strong hand, he raised them over her head and held them there. Keeping most his weight off her except her pelvic area, he grated in the beast’s voice, “When the Alpha tells you to be naked… the Alpha expects you to be naked.” Opening his mouth wide, he went for her throat.

  Rebecca tensed, but he didn’t bite. Hanging his canines on the neck of her sweater, he tore it clean through the midriff. With his free hand, he shredded the split sides and left her wearing her bra and panties. It was the sheer set Blade had bought her, and she was a little attached to them. “Please don’t rip these, Blade gave them to me.” He quieted, apparently respecting her wish. Rubbing the backs of his claws over her abdomen, his animalistic purr shook the crystal chandelier overhead.

  And he ripped them off anyway.

  Gripping her jaw with a clawed hand, he kissed her wildly. Thrusting his tongue between his canines, his velvet softness invaded her mouth. Roughly licking and nipping, the werewolf’s kisses were far edgier than Ciaran’s.

  His hand moved down, met the other at her ass and tightened. Digging claws in her flesh without cutting through, he lifted her sex. Rebecca’s pussy clenched right before he thrust inside. Arching his head back, Ciaran growled until flakes fell down from the ceiling covering them in makeshift snow. Pinching her clit between two claws, he released a gush of liquid inside her, making her wet enough to bring his cock to the hilt. Oh, I like the way you move.

  Slamming home, Ciaran was still in jeans. His zipper abraded the engorged area around her lower lips. Scraping gently, Rebecca was too sensitive and he was too crazed to stop. Pushing harder, he pounded her until she thought she would break or die from a lethal orgasm. “Slow down,” she moaned in his mouth. Those rows and rows of piercings…

  “No!” The Alpha beast shouted.

  You’re the idiot who ran in the first place. Though the more he shoved his oversized sex into her, the more she loved his overt roughness. And right now, she could say she liked that extra bite or three of pain. Her legs gathered tight around him, feeling his hard length all the way to her cervix and maybe past. That special little hot spot hidden deep inside - where he went last time - was her eject button. Oh, and he was teasing her with it. “Get me off!” she demanded, pulling the back of his hair until a few strands ripped out of his scalp.

  “Mine,” he groaned, slowing his strokes and pulling all the way out just to flip her and thrust back in from behind. He picked up speed, pumping her with a merciless pace. Pushing his palm against her belly, he felt what she did. His cock was driving deeper than imaginable. Rebecca was on the edge with the scariest orgasm of her life. As if sensing her struggles, Ciaran bit her shoulder. Pinning her to the floor, he swiveled his hips counterclockwise. Freeing her climax, she pulsated around his dick like a throbbing soft glove. Holding and releasing, holding and convulsing, she knotted her hands on the floor. Trying to get air in her burning lungs, Rebecca realized she was screaming uncontrollably between gasps.

  And he wasn’t finished.

  Curling over her back, he released his bite and licked it. She couldn’t stop trembling as he kept up his incredible pace. “Where are we going with this? Ah…I’m….on overload….damn.” Ramming strokes, body stiffening and hardening over her, Ciaran was starting to shatter. And the furniture was going with him.

  But he didn’t stop.

  Wooden fragments were landing around them, though he easily shielded her with his massiveness and continued his maddening pace. “Things are happening…uh…big…guy…oooh…you’re bringing down the house.” When a table crashed next to them, he rolled it over his back, spun her on a broken book shelf and blew his heavy load in as far as it would go. Splaying his palm over her stomach, he caressed her and felt his cockhead buried deep.

  Spread out on a broken shelf, Rebecca glanced around at the books littering the floor and moldy dust clouding the air. He didn’t care. Ciaran was coming off the beast and calming over her exhausted body. Her head was hanging off the end of the wooden wreckage when she spied booted feet entering her line of vision.

  Blade.

  “Well,” he used an everyday tone, bracing his palms on his hips. “Here I am an innocent young man coming to the library to check out a book.” Palms went up. “Look what position I find the librarian in when I get here.” He blew out a pseudo disgusted sigh and shook his head at the two. “I think seeing you two this way will have lasting effects on my mind…maybe even corrupt me a little bit.”

  “So, what you’re saying is…that we’re corrupting you?” Rebecca’s voice sounded strange to her own ears. All that screaming has its price.

  “I think I read somewhere it can happen that way.” Blade’s reply was quite husky.

  “Aye…so if you’re leaning toward the dark side, maybe you should abandon your inner struggles and answer the call of bawdy mating.” Ciaran was back down from mid-trans, withdrawing from Rebecca with more care than he’d shown a few minutes ago. Rising over the rubble, his cock still stood incredibly erect.

  “Man,” Blade’s voice held reverence, “she’s dripping off you. And what the hell is that? Shit…I heard about those. Tribal piercings…they look painful.”

  “Painful isn’t the word that best describes them,” Rebecca laughed.

  Blade turned back to Rebecca and lost his train of thought. “And Ciaran is dripping out of you.” He stared at her wet pussy with a chilling intensity. Willing away his clothes, he scooped Rebecca up. She could feel the tension in his body, the need for release. And the only furniture left standing was a tufted, red velvet chaise and an oddly placed onyx desk. It seemed Blade was too pumped to take it easy on her, so he chose the desk. Rebecca decided not to fight it, since she would probably pass out from visceral ecstasy or pure exhaustion, so the desk it was.

  Laying her across the long end, he placed both palms on her knees and gave them a slight squeeze. “The whole castle knows what you’ve been up too.” A glint of mischievousness widened his eyes. “Imagine me heading to the kitchen and smell not food but my co-mates having sex without me.” He brought her knees open half way and drew in a deep breath. “You smell like a dream, baby. Fuc
k like one, too. How’s a male to concentrate when he wants to dive deep?" He pushed one knee all the way to the side, and she felt Ciaran’s load ooze out and slip down her crevice. Sliding fingertips over her swollen folds, he speared her with his middle finger. “That’s just beautiful.” He whistled, pulling his coated finger out and sucking it dry. “It’s the best-tasting candy with a creamy center.”

  He pushed his face against her sex.

  Ciaran sealed his mouth over hers. A killer erection pointed skyward, and she grabbed it, stroking her hand over the steely warmth while Ciaran groaned deep in satisfaction. Blade tongued her opening, lapped at her clit and then went back in for more. An organized cycle he kept up until her scrambled body was on the verge of another orgasm. No way.

  She rocked against Blade’s face. “No you don’t,” he scolded, pressing her down and holding her in place as he continued his oral torture. “You’re not coming again until I’m inside you.” Lick. Lick. A low growl rumbled against her center. “I want you crazy with me, not passed out. Umm, what a feast… And if you want to bite with those new chompers of yours, feel free to go at it, baby…anywhere.”

  Fire started at her clit and licked up her skin, spreading through to her nipples. They beaded until she thought they would break off. Ciaran sensed her change and drew one into his mouth while plucking the other insistently. His erection was throbbing on her hand, slick with their joined climaxes and still demanding another round. They’re definitely going to kill me.