by Talyn Scott
Niall lifted his head, keeping his black eyes on Jenny. “My kind has quite a possessive streak when it comes to Brides.” His fingers shot out and toyed with a fallen lock of her hair. “Both of you get used to it.”
She touched her lips. “Yet that night, after you took me, you kissed me goodbye.”
“It wasn’t a kiss goodbye.” His mouth landed on her fingers, just outside of her mouth. “It was a kiss hello, to my wife.”
“But you said because of your duties, you would endanger me by trying for anything beyond a one-nighter.”
Niall’s muscles rippled when he shrugged. “Looks like you’re doing a bang-up job of endangering yourself without my help. It’s a good thing you’ll be out of here tomorrow.”
“You can’t smuggle me out.”
Searlas laughed. “I told you, it’ll be easier if you’re conscious but — ”
“The incorrect intel notwithstanding, those humans in the ballroom were under vampiric compulsion.” She glanced between Niall and Searlas. “At least, I think so.”
“Yes,” Niall said. “I’ve know this. My operatives are arriving tomorrow night, we’re handling the situation.”
“That will be too late.” How could she get through to them? “Because some of those vampires will take the humans tonight.”
“There’s still time to save all of them,” Searlas explained. “A window in the miasma is scheduled to reopen tomorrow night around seven thirty. It’s happened like clockwork on every other night.”
Niall said, “That’s when one airplane goes out, and one helicopter comes in, then vice versa for the following miasma opening.”
“Until that window opens,” Searlas continued, “no one leaves, not even a vampire trying to snag a female by misting. Because he simply cannot mist.”
“Tomorrow the airplane is set to go out,” Niall went on. “And on it will be one of our pilots, and any female we can grab after my operatives get through the miasma.”
She searched his face. “Afterwards, you’re going into battle?”
“Hopefully, the plane will take off before the ground battle gets too heated.” Niall looked at her a long moment. “And my operatives are Gryphs like me.”
Jenny stayed quiet while processing it all, trying to see the Gryphs as saviors instead of demons wasn’t an easy feat.
Niall sighed. “It will be the night of your nightmares all over again, with cries of war and pain, wings flapping overhead as weapons clank, and innocents running for their lives.” He stopped a moment, his eyes closing in regret. “You must remember we’re on the same side — not just us, but also my fellow operatives. And we’ll be by your side.”
“I’ll be okay,” Jenny reassured him, visualizing a formation of Gryphs flying overhead as a river of blood flowed around her feet. “Then the whole dual thing with Andreev means nothing, right? I’m not spending tomorrow night with him and you’re not meeting him thereafter at sunrise.”
“We’ll be gone before then, Jenny,” Searlas assured her.
“If something happens, though, and plans are derailed,” Niall added, “I will kill Andreev and any other male who tries to touch you.”
She didn’t want Andreev to die. He seemed like such a nice male, one who should never have been here. Not for the first time, Jenny wondered what Andreev’s story was. “So by tomorrow night, this whole, nasty business should be over?”
“Yes,” said Niall, “Maxim’s wicked house of matchmaking is going down.” He winced slightly when he added, “Maybe in flames.”
Flames? That word made her scars ache. “Like I said, I’ll be okay.”
Niall’s eyes blazing, he said, “Everything will change, once we leave this sick hell. Since your recovery began, I put a request into the works with Volos. After this mission, I’m done.”
“You’re changing your life because of me?”
“I’ve been trying to get ahold of you since the night you were brought to the Joint Faction Facility.” For a moment, he looked lost, vulnerable. “Did you know Jayce Jordan combined his powers with none other than Maestru to ward your room against Gryphs?”
She gasped. “The Alpha did that for me?”
“Even in my glamour, I could not step a foot over your threshold. And I’ve been waiting all of this time to take you home. Then when I discovered you were heading here, I thought I could smuggle you away from your keepers. But Syon, that bastard, I will kill him for this.”
Jenny was still reeling. “You’re really changing your life…because of me — ”
“Who knows,” he elaborated. “I might become a magistrate in Prince Volos’ court, but it doesn’t matter right now.”
“You said you wanted to take me home? But you must live in the — ”
“Dynasty Empire,” Searlas said.
Jenny was still trying to process it all, then…“I’ve never heard of a werewolf living in the Dynasty Empire.”
“I cannot keep this glamour up for lengthy periods of time, Jenny.” His forehead touched hers, and she remembered what it was like to have him between her legs. “Otherwise, I would live with you wherever your heart desired.”
Searlas asked Niall, “So you’re straining even now to keep up the glamour?”
Niall nodded slowly, keeping his forehead pressed against Jenny’s.
Searlas curved his fingers around the wrap’s hem, stroking the bumpy skin found beneath. “Let it go, Niall.”
“I don’t want to lose this moment, to see the fear and loathing in Jenny’s eyes when they touch upon my wings.”
“Hear that, Jenny?” Searlas asked, tugging down her wrap and revealing the scarred side of Jenny’s breast. “He thinks you won’t like what he really looks like, yet he loves you.”
“Niall,” Jenny whispered his name. “Jed doesn’t exist, not really, but you do.” Searlas reached inside and pinched her nipple, causing her inner walls to clamp. “And I want to see you.”
A shimmer distorted Niall right before he turned into what many humans, who had accidentally witnessed a Gryph flying about, considered a fallen. But she forced her attention away from that, concentrating only on the male that claimed her as his Bride.
“Take off your shirt,” she demanded. “I want to see your royal armbands.” She wanted to grip them while Niall took her, wanted to lick the biceps bulging around them.
“As my Bride wishes.” With a few efficient movements, Niall’s tuxedo tie, shirt, and jacket hit the floor, his golden royal armbands, denoting his royal lineage, gleamed on his bronzed arms. The long muscles carved over heavy bone cinched tight at his waist, before a thin stroke of midnight hair started beneath his navel and pointed to.…
“Armageddon,” she whispered.
“What?” Niall asked absently, his eyes fixed on her cleavage.
The way he looked at her… Suddenly, Jenny could hardly breathe. “That’s why your kind is confused with the fallen.” Her legs wobbled when Searlas brought his mouth to the side of her throat, still worrying her nipple with his fingers. “You’re the battle between Heaven and Hell, dark sin and pure beauty colliding.”
“Beauty,” Niall dressed her, “dark sin will no longer collide with you.” Niall sucked his bottom lip between his fangs, gracing her with an ocular lick. His wings curved around his body, then wrapped around Searlas and Jenny. He reached out, grazing her collarbone with the back of his knuckles, his feathers fluttering over her skin. “Though, I will touch you.”
Jenny pressed her hand against Niall’s chest, feeling his great heart rage with need. With the other, she gripped Searlas for dear life, as her anchor, her male. Searlas yanked her skirt up, keeping it in hand as Niall reached between her legs, slipping a finger inside her panties. Jenny gasped when Niall’s finger slid inside her folds, gathered her cream, and then circled her clit so slowly that her teeth set on edge.
“How wet is she?” Searlas asked as he completely exposed her right breast, the one most damaged. He knew this, had admittedly rea
d her medical reports. When she tried to protest, his moist mouth captured her nipple, sucking until she arched her back and tightened her thighs around Niall’s hand.
“So slippery,” Niall groaned, kissing the side of her neck, “yet tight. Almost as tight as…”
Searlas released her breast with rough abandon, his breathing choppy as he panted through his fangs. He raised his eyebrows as if in thought. Oddly enough, Niall nodded to him, as though they were having a private conversation and Jenny was a simple observer.
She growled her frustration. “You stoked me up and — ”
“I have a question for you,” Searlas interrupted. “Earlier, when you explained Syon was my Master.”
“I still can’t believe that,” Niall mumbled beneath his breath.
Searlas continued as if Niall hadn’t spoken. “You also said Syon had a fail-safe plan to cover your lack of virginity. What was it?”
“He didn’t go into details, just told me not to worry about it — that most vampires won’t scent the difference.”
“Nevesta,” Niall referred to her in his native tongue, “the night you lost your virginity on Bren’s yacht, you were badly injured afterwards.” His finger stilled, but he kept it inside her panties. “You were given blood, lots of it, likely Species vampire blood in order to heal your atrocious injuries.”
“Would’ve healed my,” Jenny stopped when her heart jerked in her chest.
“Partially, I think,” Niall said with a kiss to her temple. “Syon would have known that if another vampire took you in this state, you would also have become his Bride.”
She turned to face him, brushing his nose. “Would that let you off the hook?”
His hand came up to her face, cupping her jaw. “I don’t want to find out.”
“But, theoretically, you could find your real Bride.”
Niall’s jaw hardened. “I’m looking at my real Bride.”
“Then we’re not taking any chances,” Searlas growled, unzipping her dress after Niall took his finger from her panties. In an instant, the fabric puddled at her bare feet, and she was quite exposed in front of her males.
Braless, Jenny gripped her wrap even tighter, but the rest of her scars were still visible to the glorious males perusing her. She had to close her eyes, to pretend they weren’t staring. One of them lifted her by the waist so the other could remove her panties. Kisses ensued, one here, two there, all going over her brutal branding from immortal fire.
“We’re taking care of this tonight.” Searlas pressed a kiss to her mouth, softer than usual. Next, he lowered her and put her back to his front. “We’re retaking your virginity.”
One of them yanked away her wrap.
Then the silken, cloud-like whips of feathers whispered over her chest, trailing down, down, and down, until the tips tickled her nipples. “You are my beautiful Nevesta,” Niall praised, his voice hoarse with desire. “Especially while wearing these badges of courage,” he spoke of her scars.
Searlas was in front of her now, his raspy tongue stroking her crisp, black hairs before delving deeper. “Open your eyes, Jenny,” he demanded, his breath hot on her apex. His finger reaching between her legs and circling her inner lips, Jenny kept her eyes closed, moaning at the touch of Niall’s feathers, and listening to his words of encouragement. After thrusting her breasts forward, she moved to grind against Searlas’ fingers and tongue. He laughed, obliging Jenny by circling her clit with his nose. “That’s all you’ll get until you open those incredible blue eyes.”
“Dangerous tease,” she growled at Searlas, baring her teeth. “I should claw you.”
He smiled up at her, his chin drenched with her juices. “Might want to hold your tongue until after you get your reward.”
Moving to her backside, Searlas squeezed her ass roughly before kneeling and licking her dark crevice. At her front, Niall skated his feathers down her arms and chest. His hands glided over her legs until he captured the back of her knee and lifted her foot to his shoulder. “I’ve got you,” he whispered as he kissed Jenny’s inner thigh, his rough whiskers tickling her until she grew even wetter. “I taste cherries on my tongue.”
Unlike Searlas, Niall’s tongue wasn’t raspy, it will soft and silky-smooth like his wings. He reached inside her, circling her ridges, licking her clenching walls, missing absolutely nothing and driving her absolutely crazy. When Searlas mimicked Niall’s ravenous moves, both thrusting their tongues in unison — one in the back, the other in the front — Jenny started moving her hips, grasping at their hair and tugging until strands began to snap.
But she couldn’t go over, the intensity of the dual sensations hovering her over an erogenous precipice. “Help me.”
Niall helped her along by using his right fang to push back her clitoral hood and expose her throbbing bundle of nerves. Then he pinched her between his thumb and forefinger, rolling her clit none too gently.
Right as Searlas slid two fingers straight up her vagina.
“I’m… there!” Her pussy fisted, strangling Searlas’ fingers, tugging them higher within her. Then Jenny splintered, twinkling lights obscuring her vision as she blissfully floated away. “Oh…,” she groaned.
Niall stood, his hips pressing against her, reminding Jenny he needed to come.
So did Searlas.
Running his hands up her body as he stood, Searlas nuzzled her neck, pressing kisses along her shoulder to quieten her breathing. “I know I can’t mark you tonight, my female. But after we get out of here,” he promised, pushing his pelvis against her ass, “I’m going to mark you everywhere.” He reached between Jenny and Niall and stroked an insistent finger on her sex, still suffering from glorious aftershocks.
“You’re going to bite me down there?”
Niall took the weight of her breasts, readying them for his mouth. “Count on it.” He circled her nipple nice and slow, grazing her with fangs she’d quickly grown to love. Next Niall raised her leg, spreading Jenny open, and hooked her knee on his hip.
Her eyes flicked to his crotch. “Your pants are still on.”
Niall raised a wicked eyebrow just as Searlas whispered in her ear. “There’s a reason for that.”
Chapter 17
“What do you mean there’s a reason for that?” Jenny reached for Niall’s zipper after Searlas took his hand from her pussy. “I know how large you are, remember?” Her voice was sex-husky, as though she’d been up all night doing naughty things. “You took my virginity once before.”
“I took it while glamoured,” Niall corrected. “Have you ever seen a Gryph naked, Jenny?”
She chewed her kiss-swollen lips, still tugging on his zipper. “I thought I had.”
“Just let her see for herself, Niall,” Searlas insisted. “I need inside of her.”
Niall stared down at Jenny’s hand as she finished unzipping him and separated the front of his trousers. Both of her eyebrows raised in unveiled concern, but his brave Jenny pulled it out.
“Now you know why,” Searlas teased. “Little different from what you’re used to, huh?”
She nodded. “This is going to feel different from before.”
Niall made a hot sound in the back of his throat. “You haven’t lived until I’ve had you.”
“I believe you.” She tried to get her hand around the thing, but proved only able to lift it in her palm, then squeezed until a drop of fluid leaked from his slit.
“What a sight,” Searlas groaned, removing his clothes in vampiric speed. “I’m next.” He prodded her ass with his thick length, his slit glistening just as hungrily as Niall’s.
Jenny trailed her thumb over Niall’s head, smearing his fluid. “I’m in awe,” she whispered shakily, openly admiring the extra ridges of Niall’s cock. With Jenny’s hand milking it, Niall pulsated against her palm. “The ridges aren’t as velvety soft as the rest of your cock.” She exhaled slowly, clenching her thighs as she stroked him. “You’re big, like Searlas.”
“He’s a
lot bigger than me, but thanks for your tact,” Searlas whispered, trailing his hand over her hip and clenching. “Niall’s going to look so amazing going in and out of you. I can’t wait to watch.”
“Look amazing?” Niall slid against her hand, thrusting once. “I’m going to feel amazing.” He hissed in the way of vampires, pushing away her hand and circling her entrance with the tip of his erection. “Nevesta, I’m going to devour you.”
In blurring speed, he was between Jenny’s legs, pushing up to reclaim her. Searlas grabbed his erection, stroking in time to Niall’s short thrusts. And every small stroke was a thing of beauty.
He bit back his own hiss, watching on in avid adoration as her pink lips stretched wide around Niall’s next ridge. “Look at how she takes you, man, the way she stretches around your width.”
“Every damn inch,” Niall said in a strained voice. “I want her to claim every inch of me.”
“Female werewolves are made for big cocks, so I think she can.”
“She’s giving way,” Niall confirmed, his jaw tightening.
Jenny’s body started relaxing.
“That’s it, my female, let me have you.” Searlas stopped stroking his dick, aligned the underside between her rounded cheeks, and accepted her weight. He worked an even slower rhythm than Niall, swiping back and forth at his leisure as Jenny’s head lolled on his chest. He brushed her ebony hair from her face, watching on as his blue irises lit aflame. “Oh, you look beautiful taking every ridge, Jenny, every hard bit of Niall. Just as I thought you would.”
“Sear…”
“I know…I know.”
Niall’s eyes locked onto Searlas, his chin lifting in silent message. It was time to breech Jenny’s maidenhead. Though it didn’t feel like it had healed completely, remnants still existed and it was going to hurt.
After lifting her other leg and wrapping it around Niall’s waist, Searlas reached around and started toying with Jenny’s clit. When she arched her back in pleasure, Niall drove in one relenting stroke to the hilt. She trembled, her mouth opening in shock. From her scent, though, her discomfort was slight. Yet Niall held still, holding her face tenderly as Searlas helped support her.
