Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage (19 page)

It struck him that all the females he’d lain with didn’t smell anywhere near tantalizing as Rebecca.  A dream she was – a living one.  “There,” he coaxed, sliding her bottom to the edge and then slowly spreading her legs. The teeny skirt twisted around her midriff.  Clawing
her panties away, he choked on his
breath.  “What a
blessed
jewel you are here, lass.”  Ciaran took a long moment to examine her beauti
ful pussy,
studying
and putting it to memory.  She was glistening, slick with want.  “Red and pink are my new favorite colors.” 

With his first long lick, she cried out.  “That’s it, lass.  Come back to consciousness for now.  Enjoy the pleasure I give, and then we’ll both fly away together.”

“Blade,” she whispered, halfheartedly trying to close her legs.

“Mate or not, I can make you forget he ever existed.  Then you’ll ask for me always.” Shoving a hand under her lower back, he took the other and spread one knee higher. Widely exposing her with his merciless grip, he brought his mouth down on her sex with a feeding frenzy that startled even him.  Her taste was his new high, her scent his addiction. A drug he would never escape but would undoubtedly beg on bended knee to keep forever.
I won’t live without this.

“You are delicious.” Swallowing her, he licked his lips with slow deliberation, enjoying the liquid offering that quenched his thirst. “Rebecca, are you listening?” Smacking, wet sounds met their ears.   “Hear me feast on your flesh.”

Suckling with his lengthening tongue, a hungry male remained on the surface.  Ciaran’s beast awaited its moment, ravenously stalking the back of his mind for this female.
Could she really
be mine?

She was fully conscious
now
, trying to fool him.  “Give it up, Rebecca.  I may be yours,” he yielded to the idea, thinking what’s nearly impossible might be possible. “You don’t want to know, and I understand.  In your mind, I’m a total bastard.”  He thrust a thick finger inside, twisting it before he added the second.  “Maybe I am.” She bucked, squirming away from his relentless worship.  His arrogant laughter floated in the air, teasing with a darkly sexual promise.  “You’re no match for me, for this.  For what’s to become,” he moaned low, a rumbling of the beast while nipping her stomach in Alpha’s warning.

Weakly, she pulled his hair, trying in vain to resist him. Her body refused to cooperate with her
mind. “I can’t take anymore.”

“You’ll be alright,” his words a hot caress over her swollen folds.

“Not with you,” she cried, rocking her hips.

“Yes, little
were
wolf,” he murmured
, driving his fingers faster, harder, “bring on your animal.”  He snarled and licked her sex frantically.  Stopping only to listen to her whimpers, he cocked his head.  “I love that sound, Rebecca.  The sound you make when you know you’ve lost but don’t necessarily care that you did.  The one that says you surrender to me.”

Both nearly crazed, he granted her a boon.  The place he deliberately avoided, until now, because he was that smooth.  “Female, If you hear only one thing this night,” he
susurrated
, blowing a deliberate moist breath over her clitoris, soft and easy. “You will never come for any other this way, and you’ll do it …right now.”  Fingers intensified inside her sleek walls – in and out. Wrapping firm masculine lips over her clit, he drew it from its hiding place into his fiery eager mouth and bit ever so gently…and repeated.

When paradise slammed Rebecca, she screamed her release.  A brutal yell provoked the beast along with her enticingly musky arousal. 
Satisfaction.
  Fate intertwined them as one.

Mine!

Forcing his mouth away from her sex, Ciaran shook with sudden knowledge and primordial need.  Kneeling on the floor, he gripped the table’s edge.  It fragmented under his fingertips. With a throbbing cock and the beast scratching at his door, he fought steel blades that pierced his skull. 

Tamp yourself.

The werewolf laughed.

His mate’s desperate panting and rustling movements stopped him cold.  Rebecca dashed into the corridor as if the hounds of hell were chasing her.

Maybe they were.

Mental directives went out to all sentinels.  Ordering no one to touch what was his or die, but protect their queen from a distance. 
She is mine.

Claim her.  Mark her.  Take her.

“Ah beast,” Angling his head to the side, he scented her nearing the stairs. Rising on his feet, he caught his breath.  “It’s my honor to do so.”

Afanas was right about one thing; he
was
in misery.  A firestorm burned through his veins, boiling his blood, stoking his hunger.  Melting everything it touched.  Fortunately, he had a delicious redheaded antidote. “Take me inside you, my mate, tonight.”  He didn’t raise his voice. She could hear him.  Her heartbeat do
ubled, a plea thundering from
her chest.

Scared little lamb
.

Lightning streaked the sky, illuminating walls with its eerie glow.  The ground shook with an afterthought.

“You have two choices,” he
patiently
explained, bracing his hands
at
hi
s hips.  “Accept
us
or continue to run.  And if you choose the latter,
I will catch you, and
you’ll be right back where
you started.” His smile was wide
. “Hmmm, I suppose it’s not really a choice then is it?”  Tossing his shirt overhead, he didn’t wait for her reply.  They both knew she didn’t have the correct answer.

A
head, a wall of stones curved the winding staircase.  Rebecca fo
rced herself to slow down,
swiftly but carefully ascending the steps leading to a strange corridor.  Unfamiliar with her surroundings and thoroughly freaked out, she didn’t want an injury upsetting her escape plans.
If only she could’ve somehow left earlier, neither of them would’ve discovered this shocking bit of truth.

Like a sucker punch, Rebecca belatedly realized this particular brand of truth entwined their lives
for the
rest of their lives.
  And if she was forever stuck here, he would expect her to be his.

God save her.

She’d rather have died. 

Reaching the top step, an unnatural breeze hit the back of her legs right before a possessive palm splayed over her middle.   Arrogantly sure, Ciaran teased, “You really think to run? 
From.
 
Me
?”

Of course, not used to the celestial pull, Rebecca broke the number one rule:  Don’t run from a werewolf mate, especially an Alpha.   Like an idiot, she unintentionally incited him.  Shaking her head, she wondered why she didn’
t stay put and somehow reasoned
with him inst
ead. Now he was riled and hungry
.

Then again, who was she kidding?  In his conceited head, Ciaran probably thought running was her type of foreplay.
He’d already
readied himself by removing
his shirt. 
“No.  Bathroom,” she feigned, choking out words while desperately needing personal space.  Any space would do, as long as it was far away from him. If she could get away before he locked her back in the
bedroom, she might find Blade.

“If that were true, I’d walk you there myself
,” he leaned in, murmuring against her ear.  His tongue followed his voice, leaving a moist path as it delicately slid over the outer shell. “Is there anywhere you could go that I wouldn’t find you?  I think not.” She smelled her sex on
him.  Her heat greatly relieved
after his
attentions
, she had her strength back in spades.

Before Rebecca could muster another response, a
shadow
of a movement pushed her against the stone-roughened wall. Stomach still held with Ciaran’s solid hand minus the claws, she noted that he had superior control over the beast compared to others, especially after just discovering a mate.   Luring warmth on one side and damp coolness on the other, Ciaran’s scorching body caged hers, contrasting the inner castle wall.

“I’m yours,” he purred, leisurely sliding his free hand around her neck, securing her nape with his fingertips.  “Give yourself to me.”

Even though he kept a relaxed stance, Rebecca wasn’t fooled or senseless.   She knew she wasn’t going anywhere until she faced an unavoidable conversation.  And even though her neck felt way too vulnerable in his powerful hand, she snapped anyway, “
Would it matter if
I
said
no?”

In utter astonishment, he released her body, stepping back and gaping.  “You refuse me?”

“Yours.”
She anxiously met him eye to eye, gauging his reaction. “I refuse to be yours.”  She had no justification for said refusal.  Were hierarchy and mating customs weren’t anything close to the human world, but more as centuries past with human arranged marriages.  The obvious difference being nature selected the perfect union between werewolves instead of scheming blue blood parents long ago selling off their daughters to the best monarchial titles available. 

Rebecca couldn’t deny that female werewolves or mixed bloods remained forever happy and satisfied with their loving mates.  Werewolves never cheated on their pre-destined mates.   Adultery was nonexistent in the world of Weres, sadly not so much in human society.  None of that changed the fact that Rebecca didn’t wish a mating with a vicious Alpha like Ciaran, not to mention, reigning as his queen to the merry men of murd
erers was not on her to do list. 
Also, his grand idea of honor was to make her his whore instead of killing her. 

So she wasn’t changing her mind anytime soon or ever. Because if there’s anything Rebecca Walker discovered over the past few weeks, she harbored a personal
loathing
for Ciaran - very personal. 

Propping both hands on her hips, she faked nonchalance, a difficult task considering the heavily strained moment.  “I could never be mated with someone who would’ve easily killed me for
absolutely no reason
.
  Sorry
if I offend your monstrous ego, but it’s true.”

“A
nd as far as offenses go,” she inveighed
, cocking her head to the side as she addressed him, “you’ve offended me in every way possible.  There’s no going back and fixing this.  Your only alternative is to send me home.  I’m not stupid; you can’t even
threaten
to kill me now since I’m your known mate.  It’s impossible for your beast. On the topic,” she threw him a knowing look, “forcing me into some type of compliance won’t happen either.   As I’m not having any of this,” she gestured between them, persisting with her logical explanation, “so the only alternative is to let me go.  Your beast can’t deal with my unhappiness - my
misery
.  By the way, in case you haven’t noticed, it’s palpable.   Knowing the Alpha male will do anything to please me, you must release
me
.”  Rebecca may not know enough about heat, but over the years, Jayce Jordan had filled her in about the Alpha’s nature.  Certain she was spot-on; Rebecca felt a smug smile tug at her mouth.

Sucking in a breath, Ciaran tossed his head
,
la
ughing heartily before he cautioned
, “Let there be no misunderstanding,
my queen
.   You are not permitted to leave.”  With ominous finality, he enun
ciated every word that followed.
“Scream, hold your breath, cry in despondent anguish, and kick your bonny legs on my ancient floor.  Oh, and don’t forget to please,
please
pout with that sinfully-lush bottom lip of yours.” He stroked it with the tip of his index finger to drive the point home.  “I will entertain your feminine theatrics and enthusiastically applaud
for a while
.  But never be fooled, none of it will change the fact that you’re mine.  I keep what’s mine.   It’s that simple, especially when it’s you.”