by Scott, Talyn
Full moon? Don’t run? This must be bad, she thought, forcing her eyes away from a creature within a creature to focus on Sayer. “Just say it.”
“I altered their memories to hide the fact that I fed on them in the true way of the vampire,” he rushed out. “I was so sick of feeding on males that I only took to the female persuasion after moving here. And I would get so hard and aching, I wanted to spend in them. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it, Azure. I couldn’t bring myself to do it because you were out there. My one and only was near. You can imagine how much I enjoyed touching you that night in my car. You spent, um, climaxed in my arms for the first time.” She noticed that the more agitated he was, the harder it was for him to remember English. “How much I enjoyed bringing you to release, your scent filling my nose as your body hardened mine.”
“Seriously, I’m the only woman you’ve ever been with?” She stopped, wrapping her head around that. Then, she told herself that if she could believe in immortals and breeding prisons, she sure could believe in twenty-one year old virgins who were as mouthwatering as Sayer. Right on the heels of that thought, a double take smacked her brain, causing her to backtrack. “Women you fed on?” Jealousy, Gage had said. Yes, a new monster was in the room, joining the ranks, an internal one breaking free from her. Jealousy painted her vision, red and angry. “If you truly need blood, who have you been feeding on recently?” She dropped his hand, instead jabbing her finger at his glorious face. “It hasn’t been me, and we’re sharing a bed!”
A wordless grunt left his body, chased by a primordial hiss. Sayer wrapped his hand around her throat, strumming her jugular up and down. His body tightening with lust, his head canted, looking from beneath his ebony brows with glittering eyes. “Don’t tempt me, especially if you’re not ready to back up your actions,” his voice vibrated with something unnamed though not necessarily unwelcomed.
Cool air met her body, her clothes disappearing as Gage removed them with frantic precision. His blonde head dipped, whispering against her breast, “You promised wherever this leads,” his voice was reedy, nearly unhinged. “So, if I have to wait this full moon out, then fine. You’ve been through a lot.” A pause. “I’m not unreasonable. Doesn’t mean I won’t have to take a fucking run; probably have to swim to Marco Island just to keep away from you.” He drilled her with those glowing eyes, his open mouth pressed against her skin, hot and wet. “But you have to understand that you will not leave me. Ever. If the past few days weren’t any indication for you, let me spell it out, so we’re clear. I am not a human man. May look like it from where your sitting, but I’m not. Nor am I an animal. I am a celestial Beast that will kill anything that keeps me away from you.” He cocked a brow that said ‘remember what happened a few nights ago’. “You will stay under my roof. You will touch no other male besides Sayer. Or my werewolf will ravage this city like Godzilla on a bad day.” He nipped her roughly. A warning. “Given time, there is only one way our joint relationship is going, Azure. You. Me. Sayer. Eternity.” She watched on as his teeth came down a second time, scraping her nipple until it puckered for his tongue. “Not sorry to say there’s nothing you can say or do to change my mind about that. My Beast made the call, and I’m more than happy to answer. You are mine.”
She started to say they were on the same page, when Sayer’s irises bled through the whites and he opened his mouth wide. A crackling snap followed, much like burning embers before long freaky fangs emerged. He brought her closer. Gage quickly adjusted his position by lowering his face between her thighs, hovering. Waiting on Sayer, she realized, with a watchful eye. Sayer’s lips met her throat, his tongue eased out, flicking her skin until it burned for him. Shallow sucks became more purposeful, his demeanor changed from sexual to animalistic. “Waiting for you to say it, Azure Blue, say it.” Reduced to panting, Gage watched them in utter enthrallment, a slave to the vision before him. Sayer drew deeper, suckling an artery to the surface while tightening his arms around her. By the feel of his palpable will, she knew she wouldn’t get away even if she changed her mind.
“Do it,” she moaned, shivering with building anticipation.
Fangs sank into Azure’s neck, deeper than she expected. But the pleasure was exquisite, mind-numbing, rolling through her body in stormy waves. Gage’s lips met her lower ones, sucking her pink flesh between his canines, drawing on them as Sayer drank deeply. Thick fingers probed Azure’s body, creating a rhythm her hips lifted to as blood filled Sayer’s mouth. Her blood. A wild fire speared her veins in seconds. As if she received something in return, almost drugging her with every swallow he took. Sayer moaned against her, flicking his tongue between sips, coaxing more blood for his dominant gluttony and clutching her with unbending arms.
Moonlight streamed through the French doors. A sudden jolt hit her between the thighs where her pulse had kicked up, throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. They were one in everything. A static connection flowed back and forth between them.
“Pull back,” Gage warned, staring up Azure’s body from between her thighs, his broad shoulders keeping them parted.
A determined hiss left Sayer’s throat trailed by a muffled ‘no’. He sucked roughly, his chest flattening her breasts as his be-clawed hand grabbed her hair, seizing her head tightly.
“Sayer,” she moaned, sensing an incredible climax reaching full throttle. But something about Gage’s warning gave her pause. Sayer yanked her even closer if that were possible.
“Snap out of it,” Gage barked with his hand on Sayer’s shoulder. She knew he couldn’t tear Sayer away without killing her.
He drew harder, sucking in a generous amount of Azure’s blood. A strangled cry left her, not from pain. She trembled as natural Species endorphins drugged her body, his hypnotic pulls going straight to her clit. Abruptly, he released her. Her breaths hit her hard as though she were running. His warm palms traced her body. Bloodied lips delivered a deep, crimson kiss. When Sayer pulled back, he stared down at her with a satisfied smile. “You have no idea how much that meant to me, Bride,” he said, rubbing her bottom lip with his thumb. She blanched at her blood’s flavor swirling on her own tongue. “How delicious you are Azure Blue.”
Gage kissed her, then. Sucking her blood from her tongue while sharing what’d he’d been up to at her pussy, mingling the salty musk in the mix. “Tell me, Love,” he whispered over her parted lips. “Are you stalling the inevitable, or is this our night we marry in the way of werewolves?”
“For forever?” Her forehead scrunched, feigning worry, which no longer consumed her. They growled in unison, directing calculated glares she didn’t want to interpret. “Yes, I’m thinking marriage with two insanely hot guys will suit me just fine.”
As soon as the words left her lips, static charges rent the air.
Three breaths in, one long exhale out.
Then doubled.
Three breaths in, one long exhale out.
“Mine!”
Gage stood up, his werewolf baying at the moon, tribal piercings glinting in the pale light. His aura was truly magnificent, his size and power frightening. Claiming her with that single word, one announcing a tradition as old as time.
Sayer pulled her into his arms, carrying her through French doors onto their private deck. In their altercation with Tare, vegetation was lost, but the structures were sound and the swimming pool readied with fresh saltwater. He lifted her to the pool’s edge before laying her down and spreading her wide. Traditions, she reminded herself of what she’d learned, they followed mating traditions thoroughly.
Gage pinned her arms overhead, swinging his sex over her face, his leathery sack tight with need. Azure wanted to lick it, but he held her back effortlessly.
Sayer inhaled over her open core, drawing the scent of what was his deep inside her body. “Relax, my mate.” A lunar pull guided them, washing away any human semblance. Azure grew wetter under their expert hands as they held her arms and legs securely, relaxing so she could fall apart with th
em in a way only they shared.
A shimmer of golden light danced around, Gage’s voice thickened with his werewolf. “Do you accept our bodies inside yours?”
A formality. “Yes,” she groaned, wanting them to hurry, wiggling between their firm hands. Overhead, Gage inclined his golden head, growling low in a way of warning his mate. Blue flares heated with dangerous lust, shining through his eyes.
“Be still,” he demanded dangerously, commanding her with an unblinking stare.
Sayer pushed his face on her sex, keeping her spread wide to the moon. “Forever with you,” he murmured. “I love you.” Hissing in the way of the vampire, he glided his face back and forth on her pussy, bathing in her creamy arousal, scenting his body with her liquid offering. “Mine,” he claimed, grunting as Gage growled above him.
Their fingers turned to manacles as Sayer pierced her clitoris with his fang. She cried out with the brief stinging pain right as he nipped it with his flat, human-like teeth, propelling his endorphins with sharp pressure. She couldn’t believe she’d been denied this all her adult life. “I want this every time.” She burned, her body melting down to her bones, on fire for this pleasure alone. Her swollen bud pulsated, throbbing as it never had before. “Please, do something!” She couldn’t deal with the spiraling need, where she was headed seemed unattainable and almost frightening. He tongued her clit, rolling over the hood with flair, and teasing her demanding ache with the tips of his fangs. She hovered over the orgasm of her life, but somehow, she knew they weren’t ready to give it to her.
In blinding movements, they switched places. Gage’s lengthy tongue grated as if it were sandpaper. Digging deep inside her sheath, he teased her g-spot and stroked her feminine walls until she reached the edge of madness. Sayer tightened his grip as Gage glided up her body, grazing her pulse, back and forth, tasting her flesh with lips and teeth, his flickering tongue.
“Please,” she begged him for her orgasm. Her vagina rippled, going between clenching need and hollowing emptiness. She felt her pussy opening up, dilating in the way she’d been told, in order to accept them together.
Gage eased her into the warm, saltwater pool, circling her to face Sayer who misted right behind her. Sayer signaled Gage and he reached over her head, biting Sayer’s throat deeply. The skin and tissues making a crunching sound under his teeth. When Gage pulled away from the bite, Sayer ordered her, “Drink from me,” She didn’t hesitate before pulling his life force into her body. Swallowing his immortal blood in a way of prolonging her life, but more importantly, this exchange served foremost as a communal between them. He tasted of rich wine, not coppery in the way she did.
After a few sips, he put his thumb in the edge of her mouth and broke her increasing suction. He turned her to face Gage. Already, a slash rented his chest, dripping of red-black blood. She licked the streaks before fastening her mouth onto his golden skin. His flavor was not as rich as Sayer’s, but spicy and exotic. His Beast flashed brightly, nearly blinding her with its obvious pleasure, Gage’s sex jutting from his powerful body. Azure enclosed her legs around his tight waist and took his studded cock in her widened opening. His werewolf growled low, a rough timbre of pleasure as he watched her writhe on his sex. Azure met his eyes, understanding she was walking the edge of a razor, playing with the top of the food chain. A predator so lethal, only the moon governed him, and he owned her heart. After two harder thrusts, he circled his hips, grinding his crisp hairs against her punctured clitoris. Those multiple, tribal piercings swiped her vagina with coital precision, sparking to life inside her body. When she dug her nails into his shoulders and bowed to her impending climax, he stopped cold and then pulled out inch by glorious inch.
Sayer clutched her ass and pried her apart. His hot breaths hit her nape, sending shivers down her spine, his muscled torso pressed against her back. Gage remained an inch or so inside, holding still. Sayer’s penis pressed upward, his fingers spreading her lips to accept him inside with Gage. And although she knew this was the ultimate mating, the moment where they truly joined under the moon, she almost tensed in fear of pain.
She wrapped her arms around Gage’s neck. He ducked his head, kissing her in time with Sayer’s gentle, rocking motion and then moved down to suckle her breast. “In,” the word left her mouth on instinct, her hips rocking with theirs as she tried to take them both inside. Another tense moment passed, and then her tension released, enabling them to unite cocks, joining as they claimed her, transforming her body and soul into that of an immortal. Her life’s essence was reborn.
Gage stared down into her golden eyes, lit by her escalating desire. His werewolf was leaping bounds, stroking with Sayer - flesh on flesh, pounding into his new heart. “My sweet Azure.”
They teased her inch-by-inch, slamming home when her cries became too hoarse. Their rhythm abruptly changed, pushing her to the cusp of a frightening orgasm. Her eyes widened and her mouth tightened, clearly startled with its intensity. Her raven mane flew back, whipping Sayer’s chest with glossy strands. Her harsh breaths vibrated through him as he eased up her for a final time, sliding together with Sayer’s heavy cock. Her body milked theirs, pumping and squeezing, pumping and squeezing until he thought she was going to rip his dick clear off his body. When Azure jolted with her sexual pinnacle, they joined her, floating in the sensual clouds of their combined orgasms.
When she trembled around them, Gage knew he’d waited his entire life for this moment. His true one, his only one was inside the security of his arms, and he could swear that love shone out of her eyes. If she would say it, find the courage to say the words he’d never heard spoken to him by any female, he’d lose the lone shackle caging his ancient heart with loneliness.
Azure caught her breath, her exquisite lips curling into an exhausted but well-sated smile. Her voice was scratchy from screaming, so she cleared her throat a couple of times. She leaned back on Sayer, allowing him to cradle her entirely, and then cupped both their chins in her palms. “It has taken me scant days to realize I never once knew what true love was.” She sighed languidly. “It’s not an emotion, but a state of inner existence you can reach only with faith as your anchor. And I can only be there with both of you. I love you.” Sayer leaned his cheek against the top of her head and Gage pulled them closer, wrapping his massive arms around their bodies. For the first time in his life, tears threatened his eyes. But Gage refused to cry, not when he was this happy.
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Other works from this author:
Fanged Romance Series
Book One Sanibel Heat
Book Two Sanibel Burn
Book Three Sanibel Sizzle
Book Four Sanibel Seduction
The Six Feet Under Series
Book One Captiva Captive
Join Bane, Renee, Dru, Arian, Rock, Kash and your other favorite Sanibel residents while reading the new Six Feet Under Series. The Vampire Coven dips into a darkly erotic world where humans coexist with the legends of their nightmares. Powerful and sensual warriors known as Vampyr Vojaks live underground, working to establish order under Maestru’s leadership while finding time to claim their Brides.
Enjoy this excerpt from book one and check out www.talynscott.com on Jan 5th for updates on the upcoming Captiva Craving Six Feet Under Book Two.
Captiva Captive
Six Feet Under Book One
Talyn Scott
Prologue
Often, he wished someone would out him. Borderline insanity would do that to a vampire. Snagging his favorite trousers on a jagged brick, he elongated a claw, clipping the offending thread while moving along the second floor’s exterior. Position was everything. Sure, he could slither inside someone’s home and scare the living hell out of him or her…or not. He was that good. Staring at the wall before him, he cast no shadow.
Never had.
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br /> A born hunter.
So sliding in and out of human life was a simple existence hinging on his ability to keep a safe distance. Which. Was. Becoming. Harder. Safe distances used to mean foreign countries, city parks, grocery stores…even church on Sunday mornings. At the present, safe distances were no longer safe, since he was now staring through a thin pane of glass while baring his fangs.
Dripping.
Starving.
Dripping.
Thirsty.
On the other side of the barest of barriers laid his obsession. His chosen mate slept before him. Just like any poorly run zoo, he could hop the weakened fence and feast upon her body before she drew her next breath.
Should.
Could.
Because waiting was torrential drudgery, he should know. He barely survived highly tortured years away from her, and he deserved better. He deserved her. No surprise, she vehemently disagreed. She granted no forgiveness for his so-called past transgressions. Nothing remained of him in her deadened heart except cold indifference. Even so, a hollow place deep in her soul remained empty, because he put it there. Unbeknownst to her, he simply wouldn’t allow her that one hidden comfort until she finally surrendered.
On his terms…
Chapter One
It was late of a very humid evening in downtown Fort Myers when Sixten detected uncommon succulence that rarely treated his palate. As far as he was concerned, AB negative was liquid gold. Temptation was so close he could hear the pitter-patter of her little heart. Breathing deeply, he realized that last tempting inhale was a seriously wrong move for her. If he were considerate, he would stop now and drag himself away. Allow her to enjoy a peaceful night while he dropped back and cradled a scorching throat that only warm, pulsating divinity could ease. But he’d fool no one. Kindness wasn’t his calling, and he refused to feel guilty about wanting the mouthwatering orgasm her blood would deliver. And whoever said fighting his biology would get him anywhere but aching? Not that he ever bothered to try anymore. Why should he? Predators were predators. And Sixten Kovac rocked the top of the food chain.
