Sanibel Alpha Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book 5.5) (9 page)

“Don
’
t go rogue, Mike,
”
Bren warned.
“
You know the consequences.
”

Jayce searched Mike
’
s eyes, a sudden wealth of maturity pouring out from them.  
“
Whether you go rogue or not, I
’
ll be ruling this Pack when I pass Youngling status. No matter what, I
’
ll always take you back here.
”
He clapped his shoulder.  
“
Always, Mike.
”

Mike checked everything he truly wanted to say so that he could one day come back.  
“
I won
’
t forget.
”  

If Bren and Jayce were shocked when he started misting away, they didn
’
t show it.  When he crossed the window
’
s ledge, moving across the roof, something distinctly black caught his eye.  He reached down with fingers of fine mist and plucked a single feather from the gutter. Holding the silken feather up to the morning light, he inhaled sharply, memorizing the scent of one creature whom, in a world of unbridled selfishness, kept his promise.

“You look happy and relaxed,” Bren murmured.

He was playing games, his voice ghosting around her. With a secret smile, Tatum climbed from the pool, the Florida sun heating her skin.
“
It's good to be home, to bring my son home.
”

“You do realize I
’
ve been looking everywhere for you.
”
He materialized on a tree branch completely naked, gazing down at her with his werewolf
’
s eyes.  Unreasonably erect, veins strained the length of his bulging cock.

Tatum
’
s eyes roamed the span of his ever-growing body as he bordered mid-transformation, taking an extra moment to savor the sight of his dangling balls. She had a thing for heavy balls, the way they spanked her ass or clitoris when her males drove her hard was irreplaceable.   
“
You know where I am always
, Bren.
”  
She rubbed her stomach, deftly hidden under a one-piece swim suit to cover a roadmap of fresh stretch marks marring her skin.  
“
You can smell me from afar.
”

“I do smell you,
”
he growled, jumping down twelve or more feet and landing perfectly upright in every way.  
“
I want to bite you.
”  

“Ah, you discussed me with Mason.
”  
In only four weeks after Ardan's blessed arrival, Bane
’
s brother, Mason, had declared her fit for mating
‘
werewolf style
’
.  And since neither Jayce nor Bren had taken her during the last three months of her pregnancy, due to doctor
’
s orders, she had clearly understood what Mason meant.

By the looks of him, Bren was exited over this news, couldn
’
t keep his werewolf at bay. Tatum
’
s palms started to sweat, her fingers curling into nervous fists.  He needed rough, and, right now, she needed easy. Of course, Bren and Jayce had been nothing other than gentle with her after the moment Jayce impregnated her, taking no chances on endangering their unborn. Apparently, all bets were off.  
“
I understand you
’
re hungry.
”

“My delicious Tatum, you understand absolutely nothing about what I
’
m presently feeling.
”
He circled her, a confident monster who hid daily under a human facade, his eyes moving up and down her body with shameless possessiveness.

“I love it when you look at me that way.
”  

Bren bared his canines.
“
Take off that suit unless you don
’
t care for it.
”

Meaning he would shred it with his claws.
“
Let me check on Ardan first.
”
She
’
d been away from her son, swimming a good half hour, and thought he may need to nurse.

“He
’
s with Renee, napping.  I talked her out of cooking dinner, thank the mighty up above,
”
he said with a curled lip.  
“
I know you
’
re stalling. I told you to strip. One.  Two.
”

“Okay, okay!
”
Easing a strap over one shoulder, she exposed a heavy, milk-laden breast.  
“
I really think I should feed him first.
” S
he leaked at inopportune times.
“
You know how I shoot off like a milky fire hydrant when I
’
m engorged.
”

Bren
’
s skin flashed red for the briefest second, his eyes glowing impossibly blue.  
“
Do you really think a warning containing shoot off, milky, and engorged is a deterrent for me?
”
His nearly obscene erection jutted forward, leaking for her.
“
Uncover every delicious inch of your skin.
”
Circling closer, he stepped forward with a steady prowl.
“
Do it.
”

Pushing away the adjacent strap of her swim suit, she exposed her other breast.  They had always hung heavy, never perky.  Pregnancy hadn
’
t helped.
“
Happy?
”

His chest muscles rippled as he reached out, circling her right nipple with the back of his claw.
“
If all females had such tantalizing breasts, every Pack male would spend each waking hour suckling and pawing what was his. I know I want to.
”
His opposite hand shot out, cupping her pussy with raw ownership.  When he leaned in, the sharp planes of his hipbones pressed against her upper abdomen.

Tatum reached out a finger of her own, trailing the coffee-colored, crisp line of hair traveling from his navel to his cock.
“
I want to lick your trail. Let
’
s start with that
…
just slowly.
”

He was suddenly behind her, nudging her onto the cushioned chaise.
“
I have a hotter idea.
”

Tatum trembled as he gripped both her wrists in one hand, stretching them above her head. His heart was pounding against her back, his hot breaths panting across her nape.  He positioned her knees apart by thrusting one of his thighs between hers. She was effectively bent over the chaise, her breasts cradled in cushions, her ass pushed out.  This was Bren
’
s favorite position for her when Jayce wasn
’
t involved.
“
Not.  Going.  Slow,
”
he grated in his werewolf
’
s voice.
“
Mine.
”

He pressed his lips against his claiming mark, flicking the tip of his crazy-roughened tongue across her tender skin. Opening his mouth wider, he went for her throat. Tatum waited for his bite but it never came.  Instead, he bit the back of her hair, pulling a mouthful of golden strands between his canines in a way of subduing her.  With his free hand, he clawed away the remnants of her swim suit, the thin strips floating to the pool deck.

The weight of his cock slapped her ass a couple of times before he cradled himself between her cheeks, the backs of his claws skimming the line of her spine. Another growl left his chest, reverberating against her back, a sound only a mating werewolf could make.  Bren gripped her jaw, moving her face to the side while still holding her hair in his mouth.  He wasn
’
t anywhere in there, only his werewolf looked back at her.  All she saw was hunger.

He bucked wildly, skimming the wide girth of his cock up and down her dark crevice, giving her a clear picture of what he had in mind.   Bren was an ass man, chose her secret place more times than not.  He released her hair, pulled her wrists down behind her head
—
though he didn
’
t release them, and thrust his tongue between her clenching ass cheeks.  Nuzzling her flesh, his mouth against her anus, she found his sandpaper-textured tongue irresistible, her body melting onto the chaise with every delectable lick.  He tilted his head to the side and licked her nether lips, his tongue lengthening in its true Were form, growing longer and thicker.  His growl vibrated against her soaking vagina, humming in a way no human male could recreate. She needed no vibrators with Bren.

“
Take me,
”
she urged.

Bren licked and nipped until his Beast snarled in satisfaction over her slick and ready sex. As he moved up her back, repositioning himself, he roughly nipped her several times to leave his marks. But she couldn
’
t think about that now, not when he adjusted her hands at her nape, holding them firmly. Werewolves needed to dominate their mates in all ways.  In his way, Bren
’
s werewolf was actually being gentle.

With his free hand, he moved his claws at her hip and lifted her slightly. Her heart pounded against her rib cage. Her anticipation of his scalding cock digging deep inside her forced Tatum to wiggle her ass in anticipation. Shoving another thigh between her legs to open her wide until it was almost painful, his heavy erection dipped into her wetted pussy, parting her swollen folds so easily, he nearly delved in halfway.

“
Wet,
”
he groaned in his distorted voice. Tatum
’
s  pussy clenched around his throbbing crown, sucking him upward to touch her womb.  She sensed his body stiffening and then arching right before a sultry yet horrifying roar left his throat, shaking her and the chaise beneath her body.

Tatum heard booted feet running towards them, she snapped at him, 
“
Stop all that growling, Bren Walker!
”

He tightened his hold on her nape, released her hip, and then pinched her clitoris with the backs of two claws, right when he released a lethal blast of liquid inside her. She felt his leathery balls settle well against her tender skin, the crisp hairs abrading her engorged sex.  Tatum hadn
’
t come, was far too sensitive to be left hanging like this, her body crazed for him to continue.  But he held her firm until she could no longer wiggle for the weight of his body holding her down.

With her pussy fluttering around his cock, she moaned against the scratchy outdoor cushions.
“
No! I
’
m gonna die if you leave me this way.  Move!
”

Bren released another growl, and she stiffened immediately.  This one she
’
d heard before, a warning, but surely is wasn
’
t directed at her.  Then Jude Faden
’
s voice spoke rather calmly.  
“
My apologies, Bren, but I heard your lass scream, just doing my job.  Go about your business as I make myself scarce.
”

“
Oh, hell,
”
she groaned, growing cold though Bren was still hot and slick while buried in her depths.  To her utter humiliation, Jude
’
s booted heels weren
’
t the only footsteps she heard clicking across the pool deck. There was another with him, the footsteps heavy, probably another male he was training for security detail.  Why did all her body guards eventually see her in such a vulnerable state? Because Bren, who technically was not an animal, became an animal almost every time he required sex.

This was often.

He
’
d ruined her suit and she couldn
’
t lift her head to search for a towel.
“
Let me up,
”
she demanded and his monster dick grew harder. No, he didn
’
t care who was looking on, and the more he thrust his werewolf-sized cock into her body, the more she forgot about who was watching.  And although she feared Bren often while he was in this sort of mood, she still craved his overt roughness. Some of his games brought on an edge of pain that set off her orgasms in a whole new direction.  She often wondered what that meant, but right now wasn
’
t the time to contemplate such thoughts, not when he was circling his hips and stretching her for a hard thrusting.