Sanibel Alpha Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book 5.5) (19 page)

Half an hour later, Jude slid a female between them.
“
What
’
s your name, lass?
”
He lifted the female
’
s delicate hand to his mouth, thrusting his tongue between her fingers.

“Joy,
”
she whispered on a shiver, shutting her burnished copper eyes as pleasure swirled through her body. Jude had a way with females.

And so did Oycher.

“Hmm.
”  
Oycher leaned his head to her throat, nipping her porcelain skin with his dagger-like fangs, his hands deliberating stroking her sides, expert thumbs easing over her pebbling breasts.
“
Is there a promise in your name, Joy?
”

“Maybe,
”
she answered breathlessly, eyeing Jude hungrily while reaching back and tugging on Oycher
’
s beaded hair. Vampires, whether half human or not, enjoyed the pretty. The three of them delivered her an optical feast she couldn
’
t deny. Hopefully,  Joy would give them the distraction they needed inside this devil
’
s sub club, so Mike could secure his intended target.

His werewolf remained uneasy and wholly alert in this club where, tonight, civilian vampires remained the majority.  Only a few werewolves were in attendance and they were mixed bloods, just as Bane had said.  Mike glanced to the side, noting three more vampires gliding in
—
legitimate, pure-blood Royal Gryphs, their hungry winged bodies pushing through the wall-to-wall crowd. Fucking and sucking were all they wanted.  With a ready audience, that is.  If Oycher noticed the Gryph
s arriving, he didn
’
t show it.  Even so, the Gryphs hadn
’
t glanced Mike and Jude
’
s way once.

This didn
’
t mean they weren
’
t noticed or scented.

No matter what happened next, Mike could never go back to Tatum without killing Rannan first.  A threat to her was a threat to him.  Then Mike realized that he'd stood too quietly for too long. Vampires slowed their actions, beginning to stare at Mike suspiciously.  Oycher nudged him. Tamping down his rising Beast, Mike moved closer to Joy, allowing her head to ease back against his shoulder, though quickly stopping her rounded ass from cradling his cock by steadying her swaying hips with his hands. The shock of intimacy with another female besides his mate was sickening.

“I
’
ve never had a Commanding Vojak,
”
Joy whispered as Oycher slid her top over her head, exposing her braless torso.  Her nipples were dark, the mounds small and pert. She swallowed hard as Jude took a nipple between his canines, sucking until she pierced her bottom lip with her tiny fangs.
“
And
…
never, ever a pureblood werewolf,
”
she continued in  breathless awe.

“
When given the opportunity, one should always run,
”
Mike whispered against Joy
’
s ear, scraping her tender lobe with one canine, the taste of her entirely wrong for his palate. 

“
I was told never to run from a werewolf.
”
She laughed nervously as Jude nipped the tender flesh beneath her nipple.  Oycher slid down and lapped her opposite nipple with the pointed tip of his tongue.

“Where
’
s the fun in that?
”
With one hand, Mike cuffed her wrists inside his long fingers, pulling them behind her back and squeezing just shy of pain. With the other, he slid his fingers over Joy
’
s mouth, silencing her throatier moans as Jude set to removing her skirt. Even though she was a vampire halfling, he knew she was tempted to bite him, felt her tiny fangs lengthen against his fingertips.

Oycher must have sensed her hunger, his ocher eyes illuminating her body as he stared up from between her breasts.
“
The Beast
’
s blood is promised to me this night, vampiress,
”
he warned, hissing in the way of vampires.
“
Don
’
t slip up.
”

“I w-won
’
t, Commander,
”
she promised, then her knees melted when Oycher spread her legs for Jude to take her pussy with his mouth.  When her weight dropped, Mike supported her middle, watching as the Gryphs moved to the only back room in this open-sexed theater for the debauched.  Lowering their midnight wings, they stepped inside without any females accompanying them.

Oycher moved back around to Joy
’
s ass, Mike leaning to the side to give him room as he still held her in an upright position.  Even with one of his larger hands clasped around her tiny wrists, she still managed to wiggle her fingers to make a grab for Mike
’
s zipper. In a move that was purely vampire, Oycher rolled her to where he was behind her, against the wall. Mike was completely moved out of the way, and Jude had her front with her naked limbs wrapped around him.  Instantly, Jude's cock was out of his pants and buried inside her.  In this club for voyeurs and their toys, the sound of Joy
’
s slick cunt sucking Jude all the way to her womb caught marked attention. Witnessing a female in the throes of carnal ecstasy, scenting the smell of her charged sex, and sharing the bond of multiple partners as they came as one heated the circling crowd like gasoline on a blowtorch.

Oycher had his cock in hand, his circlet piercing spinning over a sizable erection, even for an immortal. But, again, he was a large vampire.  Joy reached for Jude
’
s throat, opening her blood red mouth to feed as he pumped inside her.

Jude clasped her face with one hand.
“
Lass, you will not feed from me.
”
  He then pulled his dick out so Oycher could thrust in and coat his cock with Joy
’
s cream.

Joy said to Jude, “
You must be of alpha bloodlines.
”  

“It matters not what blood flows through me.
”
Jude resumed his position at her entrance, thrusting hard.
“
You will not drink and I will not hurt you.
”

Casually, Mike
’
s gaze slanted to the side, instantly scenting Rannan in the main room, a vampiress wearing nothing but gold chains was kneeling and sucking his long cock.  He had his hands on either side of head, fisting her hair while filling her mouth, yet his eyes showed no pleasure.

Particularly since they were fixed on Mike.

Oycher glanced at Rannan and plunged his freshly lubricated shaft inside Joy
’
s ass. Her eyes rolled, Joy
’
s body continuing to make suctioning sounds well-heard above the loudness of the underground chamber.  Jude pressed the tip of his thumb against her clit, circling and enticing her to relax for Oycher to slide all the way home.  Mike kept his hand in front of his crotch, pretending to adjust his erection while waiting his turn, though he was completely soft.  Anyone would know they could put her on all fours, and he could take her mouth if space allowed.  Thankfully, there wasn
’
t an inch to be spared between all other bodies, all of them moving and sliding in one orifice or another, as they fed from this vein and that.  

His only hope was to get Rannan to himself outside, away from the throngs of vampires, since Jude and he were seriously outnumbered.  Rannan clenched his jaw, spilling his seed inside the female
’
s mouth.  His arrogance kept him on display, his lack of fear over Mike
’
s intent blatant.  Creatures, such as he, were the most dangerous of all, when they had nothing left to lose.

Oycher continued to fuck Joy
’
s tiny ass.  By the look of unbridled ecstasy on the vampire
’
s face, she was as tight as glove.
“
If you were mine,
”
Oycher groaned, resting his forehead against her throat,
“
I would make sure you had unmistakable marks across your body, and I would flog whoever looked at you with ravishment in their eyes.
”
He thrust three times, his moves slow and calculated.  Even as she clawed for him to hurry, the vampire took her safety into consideration as he obviously did not want to hurt her beyond erotic pain, ensuring her pleasure just as much as he ensured his own.

Jude
’
s cock drew from her nether lips, the head beaded with pre-ejaculation, the tip wet and shiny as Oycher continued to fuck her ass.  Jude then worked an opposite rhythm inside her sex, him pumping in as Oycher pulled out. She hissed like a kitten, her head lolling on Oycher as he and Jude then plunged together, filling her at the same time, her pussy and ass quivering towards her orgasm.

Surprise, surprise, when he turned, he found Rannan heading towards the door leading to the back room. Oycher was panting between his fangs, glancing at the back door, his orgasm leaving his body only because he was hurrying.  Jude managed to choke out a load next, tugging on Joy
’
s swollen nub with the backs of his claws as he did. With a swivel to his hips, he ground his Tribal Inflixx inside her dripping pussy and polished her off while demanding,
“
Start screaming, vampiress.
”

This she did for what felt like hours to Mike
’
s sensitive ears.  And by the time Mike made it to the secretive door, Jude and Oycher were zipped up and walking behind him, while fresh roaming hands and eager lapping tongues were reaching for their turns as they passed through the crowd.   All in attendance oblivious to everything except their next partner, their next fuck, their next feed.

Mike flipped the ancient latch, entering a dark corridor scented with every creature imaginable. There was no left, no right, only a narrow tunnel they would have to follow through single-file.  

“I can
’
t scent what
’
s in here compared to what
’
s outside this door,
”
Oycher said as they eased down the hall, their boots sliding in what smelled and felt like blood.  Right when Mike lost his footing on a gruesome puddle, his body went flying over a stairwell missing its railings to accommodate the winged Gryphs.

Jude caught his ankle as Mike swung out, his head hitting one of the narrow steps leading to a level some thirty feet below.  Mike couldn
’
t mist out. In fact, he couldn
’
t even transform into his Beast. The spells inside this chamber were dangerous, tamping him down.
“
Can
’
t you pull me up?
”
Mike asked, wiping blood from his eyes as Jude
’
s grip started slipping, watching Oycher also reach out to pull him back.

“No, but I can help you down,
”
Rannan said suddenly, sinking his fangs into Mike
’
s throat, tugging his flesh the opposite way of Jude
’
s hold on his ankle.  

Having no other choice, Jude released.  Instead of falling to his death and leaving his trachea in Rannan
’
s mouth, the Gryph released his throat, wrapped his arms around him and flew high.  Oycher and Jude were spinning upward on landing after landing, both releasing straight blades and hitting Rannan
’
s wings, with one flying dagger clipping Mike
’
s arm.
“
Give it up, Rannan. You
’
ve lost your siblings.
”

A dark chuckle left the Gryph
’
s chest.
“
Right, there
’
s absolutely none left under my rule.
”

Then a foreboding thought entered Mike
’
s mind, one Bane and Jayce had undoubtedly figured out in his absence.  
“
Your halflings are circulated throughout the Academies, aren
’
t they?  Those Younglings pretending to belong to Pack when they and their loyalties belong to rogues or maybe still the Dynasty Empire.
”
A chill left him as he tried in vain to reach a short blade hidden in his boot.  They were nearly at the top, a rectangular door stood opened, revealing moonlight.  

“Jayce will never flush them out,
”
Rannan hissed, pushing higher, his wings tightening behind his broad back in order to push them through the narrowed opening.