by Talyn Scott
“This is our property now,” Niall answered, his right wing gesturing out to encompass a great expanse of private beach. “To do with as we please.”
“To do with as we please, huh?” Tipping back his head, Searlas closed his eyes and drank in the sun, his sensual lips curving with great satisfaction. After that, his mouth came down to find her neck. “Off with this dress,” he demanded in his typical devilish murmur.
She laughed, a shiver tingling her spine as the scrape of whiskers tickled her. “I thought you were hungry.”
“Sure am, I want you ripened and spread before me.” A rumble left his chest when he nudged Jenny’s hair over her shoulder, further exposing the side of her throat. “I’m hungry on levels I cannot possibly convey without touch.”
“I’m all about touch.” Niall reached for her zipper, tugging it down, the cool air hitting her skin with every slow inch revealed. With his tongue, he tasted her nape as her dress hit the tiled veranda, leaving her in her panties, bra, and sandals.
She closed her eyes, helpless to her males’ seduction. And when Niall grazed his fangs up the side of her throat, her nipples pebbled beneath her bra’s lace. “Niall,” she groaned, reaching back and threading her fingers through his silken mass of ebony hair.
Then Searlas nipped playfully at the tendon between her shoulder and her neck, a place where most mated males bit their female in a show of possession, a marking to keep other immortals at bay. Jenny cried out at the dual assault, her thighs clenching, her sheer panties dampening by the second.
Searlas laved at the tender flesh, swirling his tongue, coaxing her primitively to veer her head further to the side for better access. When he drew the skin between his canines, biting down more forcefully, she felt her pulse race throughout her body, lifting her to an unknown arousal, which frightened her as much as it thickened her lust.
“Searlas,” she chided, “I don’t feel like teasing. If you’re going to do it — ”
Searlas seared her with a furious bite, his fangs sinking down so much deeper than any other time. He shook her a bit, his inner werewolf skimming the surface enough to mark her permanently.
“Ah!” she cried out, the erotic pain shooting directly to her core where a fresh ache blossomed amid Jenny’s legs.
Niall, having removed his clothes, brought his naked chest against her back, his wings swathing Searlas and Jenny.
Searlas shook her once more, growling and snarling instead of hissing, and her inner Beast called to his, causing her sex to weep and open widely for her males. “Take me.” She yanked Niall’s hair. “Leave your mark on my soul.”
Searlas left his bite, licking her in a clearly werewolf way, suckling and tugging at his mark as he clawed off her underwear. Then he canted his head before kissing Jenny with tongue and teeth, her own blood an instant taste on her tongue.
Niall moved his hands beneath her naked ass and carefully flipped her on her stomach, placing her facedown onto a hammock, and tossing her shoes over his shoulder. “You,” he said as he gripped both of her knees and spread her legs wide across the hammock warmed by the beach’s salty air, “have an ass made for my fingers, tongue, and cock.”
Thin knotted ropes making up the hammock suddenly teased her swollen clitoris, hardening it impossibly, until her arousal became evident on her inner thighs.
“Look at how she glistens, waiting for her males,” Searlas said to Niall. “Every spot looks so delicious, I don’t know where to start.”
“Start at the wettest,” Niall hissed in the way of vampires. “They’re usually the hottest. And I want my Nevesta’s scalding heat on my cock, her cream running down my balls.”
“Hear that, Jenny?”
“I’m not listening to anything you say until you’re inside of me.” When she heard Searlas drop his pants, the fabric sliding to the floor, Jenny peered over her shoulder. “Keep going,” she taunted, admiring his rolling muscles, the way his stomach clenched with his movements.
Searlas stared right back at her, a sea breeze lifting the hair from his pale forehead. He stroked his hand slowly down his chest, past the crisp, dark blonde stubble running from just beneath his navel to the beginning of his magnificent cock. Much like werewolves, even naked halflings were far larger than humans were… everywhere — and adding to that fact, he now had Undead genetics. “The way you look at me… It nearly undoes me every fucking time,” he groaned, gripping his balls as he stroked himself, a glistening drizzle erupting from his tip just for her.
Niall walked around the hammock, his pecs bouncing with his steps, his erection bouncing even more. He reached a hand out and touched her bare ass, his fingertips sliding down the slope, moving along the back of her thigh until he curved in and dabbled at her wetness. “Is this for us?”
“Yes.”
Teasing Jenny, he circled his fingertips higher, higher, and higher, until he barely grazed her swollen pussy lips. She rolled her hips, sending the hammock swinging.
He brought his fingers to his mouth, his sensual lips curving at her taste. “I agree, tastes like it’s for us.”
He offered his fingers to Searlas, causing Searlas to groan after he curled his tongue around Niall’s middle fingertip. Her eyes flew wide as they dropped past Niall’s tight abs to… Shivers marched up her legs at the sight of his imposing extra-ridged cock, startling her with a gut-wrenching need. “I want your cock, Niall.”
“You will have it,” he purred, giving her a rough, hungry once-over while his palm lifted his thick erection. He moved slowly beneath his shaft until he reached the angry tip weeping for her, then twisting it. “Forever.”
“That sounds pretty fair,” she said hoarsely, reaching between her legs to flick her clit in time to his stroking. The hammock’s cords grazing her body, Jenny wiggled until her nipples pouted between the small holes of the woven ropes.
Niall leaned beneath the hammock, sucking her nipples as they protruded for his hungry mouth, worrying one before moving to the other.
Then in blurring speed, Searlas was behind her. She sucked in a steadying breath when his large palms landed on her bottom, spreading her even wider to his gaze. He shouldered between her legs, his mouth sucking and nipping the mounds of her ass. She had no idea where he would go next, his movements so wild, his mouth hot and random.
Niall, still sucking her nipples, swiped away her fingers from her clit as Searlas’s hand took over, his thumb toying with her swollen nub as he moved his fingers in vampiric speed, going faster and faster, better than any human made vibrator. Jenny threw her head back as Searlas nibbled and sucked his way over the right globe, then the left.
Niall mimicking his movements on her breasts, curling his tongue around a nipple, nipping with his fangs, his endorphins shooting into her bloodstream like rocket fuel, adding to those from Volos.
“How do her nipples taste?” Searlas asked.
Niall’s hand flexed on the opposite breast from where he sucked, his breath a caress against her dampened flesh. “Almost as sweet and as tangy as her blood, I think.”
She tried to press down, to push Searlas’ fingers harder against her clit, but he kept her just outside of orgasm, controlling her movements with effortless strength. A harder bite to her ass released a startled yelp from her mouth. “Sear,” she said on a groan when Searlas traced his tongue between her dark crevice.
“Who’s claimed this ass, Jenny?” Niall asked, as Searlas’ mouth worked her tight ring expertly, delving his tongue in and out while his fingers lightly strummed her clit.
“Niall and Searlas,” she whispered, flickers dancing before her vision.
“Damn straight.” Searlas pressed her back with his front, raking his nipple rings over her, as he brought the heel of his palm against her clitoris to burn her with heavier friction. His long, talented fingers reached further, curling up into her nearly spasming sheath. His heavy cock between the globes of her ass, right where his tongue was seconds ago. “You know you’re getting pinned
, Jenny.”
“Yes,” she agreed, staring up as Niall stood, his cock level with her mouth. “By you both.”
Surprising her, Searlas brought his thick head inside her pussy instead of her ass, swiveling his hips as Niall brought his delicious shaft to her lips, swiping it back and forth to wet her with his pre-come.
“Keep her steady,” Searlas demanded as the hammock swung with his first smooth glide. “If I fall out after the first stroke… shit.” His forehead fell to her shoulder, his cock nudging in slick inch by slick inch. “I nearly can’t take it, you feel so damn good, baby.”
Niall groaned, threading her lips only past his first ridge. He gripped his cock right there, knowing she shouldn’t take more of him for fear of hurting her jaw. “Only suck my head, Nevesta.”
She obeyed with enthusiasm, humming on his velvet-on-steel length when Searlas shoved into her — his broad head marking her on a visceral level that went far beyond love making.
Searlas laved her shoulder again, using his sandpaper thickened tongue, scraping his fangs as he built up a tempo of thrusting.
Niall’s onyx eyes closed, his dark slashes of brows slamming over them in a rush of erotic agony. “Tell me she’s wet enough for us both.”
“She’s drenched.” Searlas wrapped a hand around her stomach, tugging her up as he stayed buried to his balls. Jenny’s feet dangled, the pull of gravity doing delicious things to where her body joined his, as Niall settled on the hammock with his cock standing up wet and proud.
Waiting…
Niall reached up for her, licking and kissing the valley of her breasts as Searlas lowered her again. “Steady,” he whispered as he laved, his cock a hot poker readying to enter her.
That’s when Jenny realized what Searlas and Niall were up to. They were going to take her in the way of werewolves, in the mating beneath the full moon, though the sun shone overhead and neither of them were exactly werewolves.
“For me?” she asked on a gasp when Niall pressed his first ridge inside, slipping slightly over Searlas’ erection.
“You want this?” Niall panted, his irises expanding into the whites, becoming glossy voids of black.
“Yes, very much.” She rolled her hips.
“I’ve never had this before,” her Gryph admitted unashamedly, “joining with another male inside a female.”
“Neither have I,” Jenny whispered, then narrowed her eyes, “but you knew that already. You took my virginity, after all.”
“Okay, none of us have experienced this,” Searlas said as he reached over and braced his hands on Niall’s thick shoulders. “Can we talk about this later and get to doing what feels even better?”
Niall pushed up, gained a couple of inches, and tears of ecstasy suddenly burned her eyes. Holding her face, Niall brought her in for a kiss, his tongue sliding over hers just as his erection slid roughly over that of Searlas.
“Oh, I can feel your ridges, man,” Searlas said on a hiss, his cock still maintaining its steadiness, waiting for Niall finally to settle at the top of her sheath with him.
“Yes,” Niall agreed, his head kicked back and chin high, “it’s exquisitely tight inside our female, but tighter than usual this way. I won’t last.
“Agreed, I’m going to burn too high, too fast.” Searlas took another sharp nip at her throat.
Jenny cried out.
“Feel us deep, Jenny. Your ridges, Niall’s ridges, and my cock are joined together as one.”
He bit down on her left shoulder, and Niall sank his fangs into her right, both pinning as they slid slowly out of her core. With a gasp, she dug her small claws into Niall’s chest, hanging on as the hammock rocked furiously from her males’ bucking, the sense of weightlessness adding fuel to their playtime. The sensation so lusciously erotic she could compare nothing they’d done so far to the way it made her feel, but complete came to mind.
Their long lengths worked up an opposite rhythm, going in deep, pulsating, then sliding back down. “Ah, Niall, Searlas, that’s… perfect,” she groaned with pulsation after pulsation.
She threw back her head as they kept ahold of her, still pinning her with their mouths in the way of vampires, when her mind started tunneling one-way with a startling white end in sight. A roar left her throat as she tightened around her males, squeezing their cocks in a way only female werewolves could, and they fed from her pleasure.
Made it their own.
When Jenny came back to herself, her body resplendent as her males stroked her down gently to ease her from the best orgasm of her life. She whispered the words not yet spoken, “I love you, both of you. I am given.”
They released their bites, Niall returning her words as he spent madly inside of her, his hot jets spraying inside her sex. “I am given, to both of you.”
“I love you, Jenny,” Searlas returned her love, his load a force that sent her into a reactive orgasm. “I think I did before I first kissed you. And I am also given, forever, to both of you.”
For the first time in a long while, Jenny closed her eyes and thought about nothing, worried about even less. With the love of these males, how could life ever tear her apart again?
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“You know how Evan gets when he wants someone, so let me know if you need any help chaining the beast. Meanwhile, order your Miss Lange to run like hell,” Drake to Avery, Sarasota Sin.
Excerpt
Club Saturday (Sarasota Sin Series Book 2)
“Of course not, Mr. Easton.” Vania Lange angled her head, wedging her phone between her shoulder and ear as she parked her car behind Club Saturday. “I understand completely.”
She slid from behind the steering wheel, her stockings catching on the door as she bent to retrieve her satchel and purse. “Just enjoy your time in France and tell Payton and Libby not to fret over the firehouse.” The snag turned instantly into a deep run, traveling up her leg at the speed of light. She stared down at the contrast between her ivory skin and the bronzed stockings in frustrated disbelief.
“Right. Julian’s interviewing three managerial candidates tomorrow,” she confirmed. “None of them have any experience whatsoever in art, just management.” She shut the door with her hip and slipped her purse inside her satchel. “But Libby agreed she would continue managing the art exhibits. Of course, I know she’s pregnant with twins.” This was why Vania was exhausted. Between managing Avery Easton’s office while he was away on his honeymoon and managing his wife’s art studio slash loft apartments, known as The Sarasota Firehouse, Vania had no time but to sleep and eat, and those windows of time were subject to wide interpretation. “Yes, I have a temporary coming in to help me as well.” Raising her hand, she held a finger up to the bouncer before he slammed the door behind a delivery. “Okay, I’ll text you the moment he signs them. Bye.”
She slid her phone in the pocket outside of her satchel and looked up. “I’m here to — ”
“No way, sweetheart. Employees only.” The bouncer studied her up and down, a scowl marring his beautiful face. “You need to enter through the front door.”
“The line at the front door is at least two hours long. I have better things to do than wait my life away.” She adjusted her glasses before they slipped completely off her nose. “But before I enjoy any of those better things, I have to speak with Evan Easton.”
“Sweetheart, everyone is here to speak with Evan Easton.” His eyes moved up and down again, lingering on her legs. “Like I said, front door unless you work here.” He crossed his arms over his chest, straining the seams on his suit jacket, as he blocked the door. “And I know everyone who works here.”
If only she were here to relax and dance instead of working till…she lifted her hand and glanced at her watch. With a shake of her head, she couldn’t believe it was after nine. She’d arrived at
The Easton Hotel at six this morning and still wore the same heels, her feet now sweaty and throbbing.
“You’re right. I don’t work here. However, I work for The Easton Company.” Vania leaned in, somehow ignoring how much larger he was than her. “And I’m having breakfast with Patricia from human resources in the morning.” She glared over her glasses at him, scolding the bouncer with her best schoolmarm sneer while shaking her satchel. “So if you prevent me from getting these documents signed tonight by Evan Easton, I will tell Patricia to redirect your next paycheck.”
His jutted his jaw. “I get direct deposit.”
She snorted. “Number transpositions happen so frequently in banking.” Vania stepped closer, going toe-to-toe with the big guy. “But never fear. Those little problems can be cleared up in three or four working days…as long as there are no bank holidays and Patricia is inclined to return your calls.”
A rumbling laugh and then, “Ms Lange is with me.”
A hand settled on her shoulder, the commanding voice echoing the one leading last night’s darkest, naughtiest dream. Vania refused to turn around and face those amber eyes, the dark hair tumbling over his forehead, until she gathered her breath enough not to squeak like a mouse.
The bouncer lifted his eyes, looking high over her head, and stepped to the side. “Of course, Mr. Easton.”
“Shall we find Evan?” Drake asked Vania, his voice softening. He slid his hand from her shoulder to curve beneath her elbow, leading her into the club’s three-story, private lobby. “Together.”
She found her voice right as a strobe hit her eyes, the flashing blue nearly blinding her. “Together?”
He stopped and looked down at her, keeping ahold of her elbow. “When Avery’s away… Let’s just say, I think you need protecting and leave it at that. Okay?”
“Protection from what?” A familiar voice interrupted.
