by Talyn Scott
When he released her breast, Roman lifted her with his hands beneath her arms. “Kick off your shoes.” She obeyed, kicking off her sneakers. “Let’s lose those jeans, now.”
Sage stood and yanked down her jeans in one smooth glide. Everything, she noticed, seemed so easy for vampires. The way they moved with effortless grace. If not for the horrific fighting in their everyday lives, she would think they lived a perfect existence.
“Don’t think to hard over any of this, just ride it out and feel it while you go,” Roman whispered against her ear, his breath against her making her nipples harder.
Sage watched Roman extend his fore-claw and slice the sides her panties, the scraps falling to the floor at her feet. “I love you.”
She opened her mouth, but Sage pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. “Though your human nature demands it of you, do not feel guilty over not returning my words.” His smile cocky, he added, “I’m confident you will in time, soon possibly.”
“And you know I love you.” Roman’s hands slid down her stomach, his finger and thumb parting her sex.
Her arousal slicked the insides of her thighs, and that’s what Sage saw when he knelt in front of her. “Fragrant.” He pressed his face to her, not inhaling from his nose, but from his open mouth. “Delicious and positively mine,” he vowed, his first long lick ignited fire in her belly.
She sucked in a breath, lifting her foot and hooking it on Sage’s shoulder. “I want to taste you.” Scarlett forced him away from her pussy with the press of her foot. Sage obliged, his eyebrow lifting in question as he stood. “I want your cock in my mouth,” she explained bluntly.
He glanced at his watch, such a normal, human thing to do, except for the part that he was decked out in black leathers and speed-killing weapons.
She knelt, pushing at his leather-clad thighs until he sat back down in the chair. “I’m feeling that possessive thing again.”
Behind her, Scarlett heard Roman unzip his pants, his free hand was petting her from the crown of her head to the ends of her hair. “I can smell it on her,” Roman agreed, “the way she’s feeling right now.”
Sage again spread his knees wide, beckoning her with a crook of his finger. “I want your mouth on me, Scarlett.”
She placed her hands on his knees, staring hungrily at his bulge. Roman brushed the hair from her face, sliding it over one shoulder, as she unzipped Sage’s pants. His heavy erection bobbed out a moment later.
Roman reached around and grabbed her nipples, worrying the tips between his pinching fingers, while easing her thighs apart with his knee.
“I want to watch your pretty little mouth stretch around my circlet.” When she took a tentative lick up his length, following a thick vein until she reached his half-circular piercing, Sage hissed through his fangs. She slurped him as far as she could go, humming on the down-glide, then sucked until her cheeks went concave on the way back up.
Roman placed his head between her thighs. “Move down, Scarlett, until you hit my face.”
She moaned around Sage’s cock.
The brush of Roman’s whiskers and the silk of his hair teasing her damp, inner thighs sent Scarlett whirling. She sat down at his urging, felt his nose hit her clit hard. “Ah,” she moaned when coming up for air.
“Concentrate.” Sage’s hands gripped the chair’s armrest. “I want to feel the back of your throat against my tip as I explode for you.”
Scarlett sucked her way back down, as she ground on Roman’s face. His mouth and tongue circling her opening as his nose pressed into her tight bud. Her climax was mounting, and if she wasn’t mistaken over the tightening of Sage’s thighs and the quickening of his breath, his orgasm was at a boiling point. She renewed her efforts, sucking his cock better than she’d ever any other man, so eager to please this vampire who insisted on claiming her.
Roman threaded two fingers in her pussy, pumping her as he moved his tongue and teeth up her ass. Then he came back down and ran the tip of his fang on the inside of her clitoral hood.
One of Sage’s hands left the armrest, his fingers weaving into Scarlett’s hair. “Fuck her, Roman, while I watch.”
Roman’s tongue lapped up her juices, nipping at her inner thigh as he pulled out. He positioned himself behind her, aligning his wide crown at her entrance.
She rolled her hips, wanting him to hurry.
Roman smacked the back of her pussy so hard Scarlett nearly saw stars. Right when she meant to pull away from Sage’s cock and tell him off, Sage gripped her head, his glowing green eyes focusing on her. “Feel the burn.”
In seconds, her pussy swelled up and ached to be filled. “Ah!” she groaned, reaching inside Sage’s pants and playing with his balls.
“She’s so pretty back her, so wet and pink.” Roman pushed into her, past the halfway mark on his impressive length. “Grips me… fuck, how she grips me!” He took her hips, reared back his, and shoved all the way home.
“Open for me, Nevesta.” Sage tapped beneath Scarlett’s chin, gaining her attention. But it was hard, considering how full she was.
Roman slid all the way down, withdrawing almost completely, before plunging back all the way. He kissed her womb with the tip of his cock.
“So deep,” Sage praised. “I see your balls tightening. She’s too good, her ridges ripple in the way of female werewolves.” Then he arched up from the chair, in a battle to control his thrusting, and scraped the tip of his cock across the roof over her mouth.
Scarlett whimpered, sensing her pussy clinging to Roman as he withdrew again. She clawed at Sage’s leathers, watching his face as he squeezed his eyes closed from physically fighting his release.
Roman hovered over her back and reached between her legs, pressing the heel of his palm against her clit. Those niggling warning tingles took hold, letting her know what she was in for. So she eased back from Sage’s cock, only to curl the tip of her tongue into his slit.
With his fingers stroking her clit in what must be vampiric speed, Roman felt better than that vibrator he’d crushed. She started rearing back, riding his cock, bouncing her ass against his pelvis like a crazed woman.
“The look on your face, Roman, I’ve never seen such open pleasure on a male.” Sage bucked, the first shot of his seed bursting inside her mouth. “She’s going crazy on your dick and mine.”
Another swipe on her clit and Roman swore loud and long as she convulsed around him, her orgasm hitting hard. She tossed back her head, completely abandoning her task, and screamed their names between chopped breaths.
Looking down at her, Sage’s eyes were completely green, no whites to be found, but she didn’t find him frightening. He hung a fang in his right glove, tearing it off with his teeth. “I want inside, pull her back.”
Staying buried deep inside her pussy, Roman brought his arm around her waist like a steel band. Gently, he lowered them to the floor, with her impaled on his cock, Scarlett’s back against his chest.
“Pump her a couple of times,” Sage demanded, crawling on his hands and knees toward them, his black leathers a menacing sight.
Roman placed his feet flat on the floor, biting the side of her neck gently as his pelvis thrust back and forth. His cock slid in and out of her. A show for Sage, but it was too much for Scarlett. She shook her head no as Roman played with her breasts, his mouth still at her throat.
Sage scolded her, “You can do this. The orgasm will be better than the first.”
“I can’t,” she argued, her walls shivering around Roman.
Sage brought his face down where Scarlett and Roman were joined, peppering kisses around her mons while running his fingertip over her lips, which were stretched around Roman’s thick cock. “I can feel the tension here, the way you’re gripping him. And we’re going to do that together.”
Before she knew what was happening, Sage latched on to her clit, sucking it between his fangs as Roman picked up the speed. His cock hammering in and out of her heat while Sage sucked her
pink flesh in a way only a vampire could do.
Sweat broke out all over her skin, her hair sticking to her face, while Sage devoted several minutes to rubbing where Roman and she joined, while still sucking her rock-hard clit.
“Clit’s getting harder,” Sage said to Roman.
“I sense it,” he said with a harsh breath, his fingers plucking her nipples to nearly painful peaks. “She’s going to come.”
With his heavy length still jutting from his leathers, Sage straddled Scarlett and Roman. He gripped the base and stared down at her. “You were made for this.”
Fire erupted at her core when he brought the tip of his thick crown to her pussy. “Pull out, Roman.”
Almost breathless, Roman plunged out, leaving her empty. But not for long, since Sage took his place. “You are so wet for us,” he swore as he pumped her with his dick, filling her with his circlet and flesh.
Scarlett arched off Roman, but he steadied her as they traded off: Roman plunging in and out, and Sage alternating with his cock. Each of them felt completely different, yet the overriding sensation was the same. They were a force she couldn’t handle, yet she was doing so perfectly.
Roman laved the curve at her shoulder, and bit down.
She jolted from the bite, but then relaxed under the swift flowing pleasure.
Sage leaned over, pressing his wet mouth against her. Then his cock head hit her g-spot and that circlet started to vibrate.
“Oh!”
“That’s it,” Sage praised, circling his hips. His look of determination as his hard tip bounced against her cervix was merciless.
Roman released his bite, his pinning of her, and licked the wound.
Just when she’d thought they couldn’t overwhelm her any more, Scarlett felt Roman position his cock while Sage was still threaded inside her wet heat.
“Don’t tense up,” Roman chided gently, his hands roving all over her body to sooth and relax. “You are part female werewolf. Just as Sage said, your body was meant for this.” He lifted his hips fractionally, the thickness of his erection pressing against Sage.
“Feel it burn, Nevesta,” Sage said, his temples dampening with sweat. “It’s so tight and we’re so connected.”
Roman shimmied his erection higher, the two cocks becoming one thick member inside her vagina. Scarlett didn’t know what to think. But maybe her mind was no longer working. Because instead of thinking this shouldn’t happen, she wiggled her hips to find a slightly better position to help accommodate their combined girth. All the while her folds engorged around them, drawing their combined lengths deep into the clasp of her pussy.
“That’s it,” Roman said against her shoulder. “Feel us together.”
Scarlet grabbed at anything she could find, clawing for an anchor as her body detonated in a rapturous fire. “I’m coming!” she cried out, as her orgasm sent her beyond any place she’d ever reached.
“You’re so beautiful, Nevesta, my heart, my very soul.”
Their singular rhythm, both fucking her simultaneously, turned into an opposite glide. One slid down her pussy while the other threaded up high.
Roman kept his mouth on her shoulder and neck, his hands at her breasts. He literally cried out, though, when he felt Sage’s circlet spin over his cock. “That thing’s crazy.” He shuddered beneath her, his scalding ejaculate hitting her cervix.
Sage brought his sensuous lips to hers, while picking up a careful yet drilling speed. His hips pumping like a fluid piston, he threw back his head like a glorious god among men and groaned as his semen blasted her sex.
Sage caught himself before he landed on Scarlett and Roman. “You okay, Scarlett?” he asked tenderly, his breaths sawing in and out of his body.
“Okay?” She could barely see him for the stars dotting her vision. “I’ve never felt more alive or complete.”
Roman pressed a lazy kiss to her temple as Sage kissed her mouth furiously.
He put his cock away and faded from atop her, his body misting into nothing. But his words lingered in the air, “I love you.”
Roman adjusted her so she could stand and get dressed. He thrust a hand through his glossy, black hair. His eyes were a solid gold after sex, no whites in sight. “It’s going to be okay,” he promised, zipping himself up.
“You don’t sound so sure, Roman.”
“I’m sure about loving you,” he said, kissing her goodbye and misting away.
Scarlett flattened her hand on the wall, fighting not to cry as she braced herself for meeting up with Fedor.
Chapter 20
Donor Complex
Sanibel Island, Florida
“Why aren’t we meeting somewhere more private?” Sage sat back in his chair. All thoughts on Scarlett instead of seeking evidence against Edik. He had to get his head straight, or he would lose it.
Oycher said, “I know your situation is off the record, but that doesn’t mean we still can’t conduct our Donor abuse and blood club investigations in the middle of your crises.”
Meaning that Oycher was going to use every bit of intel and everyone available at his disposal to help Sage and Roman.
“Then at least leave the werewolves out of it. They have enough to handle with Flynn going missing. Besides, they don’t need to know what I was and was not doing behind the scenes.”
“I’ve covered every possible link I have in Russia. Pulled in favors for your situation and also Flynn’s,” Oycher explained. “I’ve gotten nothing out of it but empty markers. So yeah, the werewolves are probably better left out of this. I’m guessing they’ll blame us for Flynn’s disappearance, too.”
“Some of them might,” Dax Jordan walked in and plopped into a chair that immediately strained under his weight. “I’m still on the fence, but admittedly leaning away from putting the blame on any of you.”
Oycher kept his face impassive when he said, “This part of our meeting is private.”
“I know all about Sage and Roman.”
“Fuck.” Sage put his face in his hands. “If word has gotten out, I might as well behead myself. I’ll be a walking target and so will my Scarlett.”
Shadows moved behind Dax’s eyes, his werewolf pacing. “I’ve known for three years. So if rumors have just started, they’re not from me or any of mine.”
Sage dropped his hands. “Three years?”
“From a time Pack hired a crazy band of mercenaries to go into Scotland and help retrieve my brother-n-law’s sister.”
“We fought off a horde of rogue shifters.” Sage remembered it well. “And another group of mercenaries that were secretly hired by the North American Coven.”
“What else do you remember about that night?” Dax asked.
“Women and children were freed from deplorable conditions, while living beneath Weremiasma at the mercy of Habalines.”
“Take a hunk of credit for that, man.” Dax nodded. “And I also know you had a hand in bringing in Isladora.” He held up a finger. “Not because Oycher told anyone, but because she was brought to my care under Pack law by the same mercenaries from the Weremiasma mission. And then there’s Nolan, our first male Donor. Just you saving him from what he was going through… no one in Volos’ court would have put their lives on the line like that, Sage.”
Sage didn’t know what to say, but he couldn’t take all the credit. “Roman kept us covered, planned the missions. We could have never accomplished what we had without him.”
“Then it’s settled,” Dax said, tapping his fingertips on the table. “Let our official meeting come to order. I’m devoting the next twenty-four hours to hunting down a piece of shit, who is otherwise known in upper level vampire societies as Edik the honorable.” He rolled his aquamarine eyes. “My intel says he’s involved in blood clubs, Donor kidnapping and torturing, and other all around niceties that have Volos looking the other way.”
Oycher handed Dax a file, an old fashioned one written in elegant script on embossed paper. “This is a report from Master Fe
dor. One of our new Donors working on the exchange circuit like my Isladora, was found bruised and bitten excessively. She claims her attack was from a Lovec.”
“Are there any pictures of the bites? We could match them to dental. Hell, I’ll keep the bastard’s mouth held wide open so Volos can see for himself.”
Oycher shook his head. “If the attack came from Edik, he covered his trail on this one. Licked them for healing before she thought to take pictures.”
Dax argued, “But we can go by the Donor’s testimony, if she picks him out of a lineup.”
Sage had to set Dax straight, even if the truth was an embarrassment to his race. “If Volos accept Donors into court as equals or even a lower subclass of vampires, then yes, he would accept her testimony. But Donors are still considered pets, no matter what progress this exchange program is making.”
“True,” said Oycher. “So we’re back to gathering our own evidence on Edik. Seems like we’re working with a clean slate, considering Volos won’t take my word on what went down in Russia.”
“Word means nothing to Volos, either,” Sage added, wondering what would make Volos care enough to change.
“Then let’s start from the beginning,” Dax said. “I want to know how Edik the Honorable gets away with being sickly dishonorable.”
Sage and Roman shared the story of how Edik came into their lives, and how finding Elissa’s lover captured and used sickly had incited Sage to become a mercenary.
“I’d hoped he’d changed,” Roman said after a long, quiet pause filled the room. “We never could prosecute him, and when nothing else cropped up, we thought he went clean.”
Sage nodded, wondering how many lives Edik had ruined besides that of his sister.
Oycher said, “There are many things to hang your hope on, but vampires like Edik do not change. Once they get a taste for Donor blood it’s all over.”
