Sanibel Seduction - Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Four)

by Scott, Talyn

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  Note from Talyn: This book is an erotic read for adults only and contains overly dominant males – can’t stress that enough – featuring ménage, light bondage, some spanking, blood drinking, voyeurism, mild exhibitionism…

  Sanibel Seduction

  Vampire Werewolf Menage

  Fanged Romance Series Book Four

  By

  Talyn Scott

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Title Page

  Books in this series

  Prologue

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Contact the author

  Excerpt

  Books in this series:

  Fanged Romance Series in reading order:

  Book One Sanibel Heat

  Book Two Sanibel Burn

  Book Three Sanibel Sizzle

  Book Four Sanibel Seduction

  Also available from this author:

  The Six Feet Under Series

  Book One Captiva Captive

  Prologue

  Scotland 1818

  On a dark, dangerous road, plump lips met his, warm and giving… just like the rest of her. “Clarice, I tire of meeting you this way,” Gage moaned into her mouth, hands sliding to her waist and gripping her possessively, “as if we have something to hide.”

  She pulled her face away and gazed at him for a long moment, reflecting on his love for her. That was something he refused to hide. Green eyes surrounded by impossibly red lashes blinked away what he thought might be genuine tears before she layered her body against his, bracing her delicate hands on his shoulders and pressing her feminine heat everywhere. Curvy hips straddled narrowed ones as she impaled herself on his cock, taking him nearly half way inside her wet lushness with one greedy stroke.

  “You are all I want,” Gage rasped, pushing her skirts high upon her hips so he could see their joining. Sweet pussy suckled him, easing his cock up, and milking it with every jostle, dip and sway negotiated by his carriage. Watching was a pleasure within itself. But the silky feel of her drew his balls painfully tight, close to aching, and edging on that bite of pain he always needed. A sensual torture he enjoyed immensely, and by the look on her face, she did, as well. And although their bodies cooperated beautifully with one another, Clarice captured his heart most of all. Just not his Beast’s, not even a stir.

  Because she was not his true one.

  She is not mine, his Beast growled lazily.

  But I love her more than my very life, he pleaded to no avail.

  Guilt always found a way to torment him. Gage knew he should send her away. A creature governed and empowered by the moon should not take humans as lovers, especially ones who were not mates. A mistake he made without considering her future. Dangerous games, he’d started weeks ago. He realized his mistake during their first encounter. After she had tasted what a celestial creature offered, more than a human male could bring to her bed, how could she go back to mediocrity? The common no longer appealed to her. He was her addiction. He wholly understood. She was his addiction. However long it lasted, Gage did not want to stop this time between them, couldn’t send Clarice away if he tried. And she rode him as if the devil himself were fast on her heels, she risked her soul to be with the forbidden this night.

  How do I make the forbidden acceptable?

  It would never happen.

  One day, Clarice would die.

  But he would always live.

  In any event, he would enjoy the bounty before him. Live in this one moment. While circling her right nipple through the silk with his canine, she groaned his name, repeating it in supplication. One he would answer when he felt good and ready. Clarice dug her fingertips into his shoulders. Her eyes widened when she reached her first climax. Her eager body tightened like an angry fist around his cock. He stilled her with one hand, easily taking control of her movements. Clarice swallowed hard, knowing better than to protest his actions when he deemed it his turn.

  He protracted a single claw. Watching as she followed it with wary eyes. “So tell me where it goes this night, Lady Clarice?” Trailing it down her face, he slipped it between those cushioned lips – the precise ones he fucked just last night. He gently scraped it over her tongue, hating how he loved her so, and his Beast couldn’t approve. “Cat got your tongue, Love?” He dragged it out. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly. But she caught it between her teeth, nipping her tongue on its deadly edge.

  “Naughty,” he admonished, studying the crimson now trailing her delicate chin. The bite of pain Clarice always longed for in one fashion or another. He longed, too, wanting to follow it with his mouth, but knew he would never let her go after tasting her in that way. Turning his eyes away, moving them lower, he trailed a solitary claw over the line of her jugular, and then swiped it back and forth over her clavicle. Teasing her with carnal danger, the exact reason she sought him this night. Her sweet heat sucked him higher, dripping down in the process, soaking his trews. She needed more. So did he.

  He brought his hand down, tearing through her bodice and spilling her creamy flesh before his hungry gaze. Heavy breasts swung with every rustle of his rolling carriage. Gage dipped his head, catching her flushed nipple between his canines.

  That was when he saw it so cleverly hidden. Or maybe this was the night that he was supposed to notice.

  In a blurring movement, he landed behind her. “Grab onto the seat, Clarice,” he commanded over her loud gasps, his Beast holding on by a thin thread threatening to break any second. And through her trepidation, he scented her heavy arousal overriding her uneasiness. That just egged him on. “You enjoy the dangerous games you play?”

  “Games?””

  “Only one more time,” he answered cryptically. The only explanation she would get. “Both hands, hold on tight, a ride within a ride,” Gage explained, partially releasing his Were beast. Three breaths in, on a long hiss out. Again. Three breaths in, one angry exhale out. “Part your thighs,” he growled, his leashed ferocity increasing her cream. “Not good enough. Wider.”

  He trembled from pain, his heart ravaged by her deceit. Gage stared down at his sodde
n cock, her arousal for him - the sum of their relationship. Primordial dominance was all she wanted. Clarice was a whore to the immortal flesh, yet he was acting as her whore. “I will treat you in the manner you desire, Lady Clarice. I am your humble servant.”

  “W-what?” Lost in escalating ecstasy, she was too far gone to care what she was doing to him, shattering his heart meant nothing to her. “Put it back in, I beg of you!”

  “It is easy to forget,” he growled from behind her, releasing her copper mane and sending hairpins flying in every direction, “when your body consumes mine.” Gage yanked her curling tresses, twisting them around his hand before gripping them in a fist. “That I am the true predator here.” He slammed inside her as far as he could go, reaching everything, and leaving nothing untouched. “Does he get this far, before he slips away?” He pulled her hair, bringing her nape to his panting mouth. Three breaths in, one furious exhale out.

  “No-one else,” she protested, “no-one but you.”

  Right. “You are such perfection. Such creamy flesh, red stark on white” – he studied her chin again, rethinking his blood abstinence – “it looks delicious.”

  “Please. More. More. More.” Crazed passion reduced her to one word sentences, her body thrashing beneath his in a darkly erotic delirium, a place where he held the power. Always. “G-gage?”

  Keeping a sure grip on her hair, he fully extended his canines. With a sharp tug, he bit down as if her were a vampire youngling, ravaging her slim throat. “I fell for it.” He whispered between sips. “I loved you.” Of course, she melted around his dick all the more, climaxing repeatedly with every draw he took. Never caring for his entreaties, but wanting more of what his cock could do for her. He pinched her hardened nipple with his free hand, never easing up on her dripping pussy, drilling her relentlessly. Wet fleshy sounds filled his carriage, his body slamming hers mercilessly, a pleasure they would never share again. “This night, you will stay until I am finished,” he said when he drew away from her throat, staring at his brutal mark coloring her alabaster skin. “Prepare yourself.” He brought his thumb to her dark crevice, and she shuddered in ecstasy, pleading for him all the more.

  “More,” she whimpered her one word mantra. Love had never entered her thoughts.

  “Why, of course” – he buried his thumb into her dark opening as he seated himself fully in her pussy, holding still only to rake his sharp teeth up her spine. “Nothing will go untouched by me.” He went back to his mark, swallowing her blood as she swallowed his heart. Penetrating her three ways until a sharp sound hit overhead, slowing his carriage to a stop. “Ah, Lady Clarice, that would be your vampire paying us a visit.” He removed his body from hers in immortal speed, staring down at her with utter loathing and a deadened heart.

  She wrapped her trembling hands around her throat, studying the only door. “He cannot find me in such a manner.”

  “He does not care for sharing?” Vampires hated werewolves, would die before they communed sexually. But that wasn’t his point.

  “He does not k-know.”

  At that, Gage laughed heartily. “You think he has not scented me on you?” The barest flicker brushed her eyes, telling him all he needed to know. The Vampire Coven may have orchestrated everything, but she – a human - was in on it, and obviously she knew what she was doing. “You led them here” - any immortal could follow blood he’d tasted, which meant the vampires followed her - “to take down our Pack.” One that had remained hidden by an eternal miasma would be unearthed tonight, all because Gage foolishly loved a human woman. The Were younglings would die first since vampires drank youthful power above all. Sought it like heaven’s manna.

  She didn’t bother scrambling for her garments when her vampire opened the door, pulling her outside. “Well done, Clarice,” he praised her, hissing in the way vampires do.

  Gage had his pants fastened, jumping down behind her. “She is yours.”

  “Property only,” he sneered “I allowed you time with my favorite pet. But there’s a price to pay.” Gage didn’t believe a word out of his lying mouth. He’d marked Clarice as his mate, but found it ethical to use her body to bring down the Scottish Pack.

  With a cruel twist to his lips, the vampire snapped his fingers and his Coven Master brought Ciaran forward, Alpha of Scotland. He’d been beaten to bones, but Gage knew his real power, and he’d surrendered for only one reason. And that reason was upon them: They would thin the Vampire Coven this night, reduce their numbers to nothing.

  When the moon glinted on Ciaran’s torque, Gage’s Beast flashed brightly, lashing out at the Coven Master with claws of steel which instantly reduced him to a puddle of blood and flesh. Ciaran then wrapped his tattooed arm around Clarice’s mate, holding his head to face Gage. “Be done with it, MacGelton. Flesh for the flesh we’ve already lost this night,” he bellowed. “He will spread the word. We will never, ever bow down to bloodsuckers.”

  At that, Gage understood his Alpha’s order. Turning to a trembling Clarice, he bared his teeth, sinking into her throat for a final time. Quick and as painless as he could make it, he pulled away, ripping her flesh open. Bathing in her blood, he murdered the first woman he had ever loved. Clarice’s head fell one way and her body toppled in the opposite direction, landing at her mate’s feet.

  Gage turned back, smiling coldly as her blood drenched his throat. No longer could his heart beat, taken just now by Satan himself. But he stood without revealing a hint of emotion, watching on as Ciaran released her mate. He fell to his knees next to her corpse, gasping for air.

  “For merely a whore,” Gage whispered in a shadowy voice honed by raw pain while wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, “why does her death destroy you so?”

  Evil met Gage’s eyes, vindictive and calculating, just as any immortal would be when faced with his mate’s murderer. With his pulse pounding in his throat, the vampire worked his mouth until the words were formed. “A mate for a mate.”

  Ciaran laughed mirthlessly. “Your kind did that and more tonight, leech. Many died because of you and yours.”

  But he wasn’t addressing Ciaran. With a shaking hand, he pointed up at Gage. “Your mate for mine.”

  “I haven’t one,” Gage replied harshly, standing ankle deep in Clarice’s blood.

  A rusty laugh left the vampire’s throat, backed by a promise of what was to come. “Ah, MacGelton, someday you will.”

  Chapter One

  Florida Everglades

  Azure Malloy tried to focus on getting away, though terror seized every part of her, slowing her down considerably. Taking in a deep, gulping breath of the thick mist, she forced her sluggish joints to move. It’s gaining on me! It’s not fight or flight; she coaxed herself. It’s flight! Just flight. Run!

  This time, thankfully, her knees unlocked, and her legs carried her away.

  Overhead, dark velvet made up a starless sky, highlighting a full moon incredibly close to the ground. Such a glorious presence she would otherwise find stunning, but not on this night, not when she had to run again. Now it seemed to hang as an ominous warning while feeding the dangerous creatures roaming nearby, encouraging them with its bizarre, celestial pull. How can I feel it, too? She forced her eyes away from the luminous saucer and kicked up her heels, pushing fear-infused icicles from her veins in an effort to move faster. Her bare foot struck a rough stone, painfully scraping it sole. She pressed forward while stifling a moan. Her trembling hands brushed through dewy leaves, hitting small twigs and random thorns, searching for any path leading back to safety, though she wasn’t having any luck this time.

  This time was oddly different.

  So decidedly different…

  As her adrenalin spiked, rushing her veins, her heart reacted spastically with every quick footfall.

  A heavy thud suddenly landed right at her back - shaking the ground - followed by three sharp breaths in and then one slow exhale out. There’s that breath again, one from an awakened monster.

>   “No!” She cried out when a powerful hand reached for her shoulder, but she knew better than to hesitate for even a second.

  Run. Run. Run.

  “Mine!” It bellowed in a spine-chilling, guttural growl.

  Wetness seeped from her foot and pain lanced through her ankle, in return, slowing her down. It inhaled sharply, drawing in the scent of her heated blood and answering in an eerie, keening sound. It rushed her without making the final connection, shadowing her without attacking. Searing, panting breaths hit the back of her nape – one after the other, and, somehow, she knew it was playing with her. Allowing her to think she could escape it, only to pull her back again quite easily. She wasn’t fooled into thinking she had any control over the situation.

  But still…

  She refused to be its next victim.

  In desperation, she ducked lower, made a larger fist by clasping her two smaller hands together and spinning out, uselessly clipping it in the shoulder instead of its nose because it was too tall for her to reach its head!

  All she could do was gape after taking her first real look at it.

  It looked like a man, an incredibly beautiful man, though it had to be close to eight feet in height, maybe more. “H-how can a monster l-look like you?” It cocked its head, listening to her. Or possibly something else, she realized, whatever was gaining on them. Its shimmering skin glowed under the moonlight, seemingly to absorb its astral power. Hands tipped with lethal claws clenched at its thighs, they opened and closed with frustration, or could it be overexcitement? A long, rough tongue curled around one of its deadly fangs as it studied her in return. Those piercing, golden eyes blazed with pain. Not physical pain, she didn’t even faze it with her blow. But a deep emotional hurt that temporarily disjointed it as if it couldn’t contemplate that she would want to get away from it. That she would want to live.