Sanibel Surrender Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Five) (12 page)

“Here,” he breathed, pulling away and stretching out next to her. From there, he guided her body atop him, flipping her, until she straddled his face. “I know you cannot take me completely inside your tiny mouth.” Heath spoke against her sex, “but feel free to suckle my throbbin’ head. We’ll get to know each other more personally this way.” With her first tentative lick, his cock discharged a single burst of hot liquid. He pressed his face against her pink flesh, relishing what she smelled like. His. That was all he could think – she smelled like his. In his waking dreams as a youngling male, he climbed the castle’s keep to jack himself under the stars, pondering upon the scent for which he longed.

“You have such a pretty pink clit,” he praised, listening to her suck in a breath when he nipped her sensitive bud. He thrust his middle finger inside, circling, stretching, but it was no use. Heath would have to elongate his werewolf tongue to dilate her sheath, which would eat up some of the spell, which would further encourage his Beast. “Spread your legs wider,” he demanded against her dripping flesh, his muscles straining as she took more of his cock in, past the first tribal boring. “Even wider,” he grunted, his Beast growling a warning inside his skull. Then he shoved his elongated tongue straight into her starving opening, swirling his tongue until he found that swollen inner place of her – her spot, and he laved it lazily with the tip of his rougher, Were tongue. Many females described the texture of their males’ tongues as similar to a feline. And by the sounds his lass was makin’, she liked it just fine.

With a groaning plea, Molly’s entire body went on lockdown, her mouth stopping on his cock, just cradling it without releasing it. Gently, he thrust up and down inside against her lips as he continued circling her with the tip of his tongue in small circles on her g-spot. The dual sensations were maddening for his werewolf, him in her mouth, her in his mouth, the tastes, the textures, the smells. Nevertheless, with his immortal senses he mastered them perfectly, better than a human could.

She was bordering on climax, without going over. He could help her with that. With gentle fingers, Heath caressed her still reddened ass, sensing his cock rising up harder in her mouth. A warning from his Beast erupted with a solitary growl that couldn’t be passed off as sexual lust, right when Molly’s sweet pussy finally clenched around his tongue, milking it as she shuddered with a nearly violent climax. Gasping without crying out, as though she couldn’t find the strength to form any sound.

He wasted no time disengaging them and flipping her wee body onto the bed, positioning her face down with her hands under her breasts. Then he brought her fine ass high and nudged her legs apart with his knee.

“It’s too sensitive now,” she breathed.

And for him, it was far too late. One breath in…one slow exhale. His claws sprouted when he opened her red and swollen lips for his entry. Two breaths in…one slow exhale. His canines lowered, dripping to bite the tender flesh between her neck and shoulder. Three breaths in…one slow exhale. His werewolf’s eyes reflected across the wall, lighting up the room. Heath heard her startled gasp but he could do nothing to comfort her. All he could do was follow the guttural demands of his Beast.

“H-heath.”

He went three inches in, spearing her with his severe erection, rolling his first three borings over her slicked walls. He felt each of her ridges as he pressed on, his borings caressing them like no piercing could have. He covered every part of her body, enclosing himself over her. She sensed his change, his mid-transformation, neighboring full transformation. He was far larger now; every muscle in his body three times its humanoid size. And he was, at least, a foot taller. He couldn’t stop his bestial pattern of breathing. Now, three breaths in…one slow exhale. He couldn’t stop his mouth when he sucked her shoulder, preparing her for his bite. He couldn’t stop his cock as he delved in until he reached her lips with his heavy sack, his shaft claiming her all the way to her womb.

“I’ve never…felt this full,” she whispered, her body softening further under his relentless invasion. With his clawed hand, he reached underneath her and tickled her wide areolas with the backs of his claws, which, in turn, coated his cock and balls with her fresh moisture.

“Always.” From this moment on, she would always be full. He reared back his hips and drove back into her. “Take all of me, my mate.” Hard demanding thrusts followed as she unconsciously spread her legs wider, taking him in as no one else had before, his mate accepted all of his long thickness. “I’m going…to…make you mine.”

He scraped his claws along the under swells of her swollen breasts before lowering his hand to trail her abdomen. With each increasing plunge, she cried out for him. His cock now moved in and out of her feminine slickness with breakneck speed, even for a werewolf. He reached between her legs, and this time, when he pinched her honeyed clit, he used the sides of his claws, twisting as he did so.

“Heath!”

“Give it to me, Molly.” He nipped her shoulder, dragging his canines back and forth across the tender area. When she cried out with a brutal orgasm, he bit down, breaking through the delicate skin and soft tissue. He groaned as her pussy convulsed around his sex, sucking him high the way she had with his fingers in the shower. Then the clenching began. “Ah, dammit to hell!” As his eyes rolled back, he nearly lost all consciousness to his werewolf, which would have been a total disaster for everyone on the island, much less his mate. All this time, he thought he was well prepared for the phenomenon of her female clenching, yet he nearly couldn’t deal with this extraordinary, foreign sensation. With his canines still buried deep inside her shoulder, Heath shook her with his mouth as he picked up his pace, exercising his dominion over his mate. Just as he lost his seed within Molly in fierce waves of marking, he somehow released his bite and brought his more human voice forward. Heath whispered something he’d held in his heart for weeks. “Molly, my lass, I love you.”

When they reached the mouth of the first cavern, Ail barely stifled a gag. The stench nearly unbearable, leading him to wonder what
really
went on down here. He’d heard there were medical conveniences inside the Joint Faction Facility, and that Dru, Mason, and Renee practiced medicine here when necessary. He also knew that Bane and Rock held certain prisoners here for their Pack to interrogate or exchange with other factions. A sudden chill shook him. Ail never anticipated that his first time coming here would be under scrutiny, all for defending a female placed under his care.

Bane directed him to the center table. Nothing impressive, just an everyday aluminum-folding table scattered with top of the line laptops, battered maps, and a few ancient tomes. When he reached for the flimsy chair, wondering if the thing would break under his weight, Bane nudged him to stay standing. To the left, Ail nodded at the grave face of Mason, who was standing against the far wall of the meeting hall, with his arms crossed. Ail read his stance easily, had seen it enough times to know that Mason was ready to pound someone, to take out any creature who dared to question a Ruyter, particularly his little brother. Still, something told Ail the ax was about to drop and any Ruyter present couldn’t do a damned thing to stop it.

An incredibly large Vampyr Vojak glided in, one of the two that Ail and Molly had passed at the end of the Sanibel Causeway. The Vojak met Bane’s eyes and something passed between them. Ail might have spied a kinship amid his brother and the warrior, although he couldn’t be sure.

“Greetings, Ail Ruyter. I am Oycher, acting commander of the Vampyr Vojaks. It’s been a long night, so I’ll just cut right to it.” His eyes, nearly orange, then focused on Ail in an unblinking stare. “You took out two of our Dynasty’s Gryphs without just cause, one of which you killed.” When Ail opened his mouth, Oycher held up his hand. “I came upon the scene, at the very last. Still, there are witnesses saying
you
attacked first, while the Gryphs were airborne.” He shifted his weight, his long leather coat creaking with his fluid movements and the weight of his hidden arsenal. “What nonsense is this?”

“The nonsense isn’t coming from our side,” Ail insisted. “While transporting my female charge from Fort Myers to Sanibel Island, Gryphs circled my car, swooping low. They were
hunting
.”

“Lovec hunt,” Oycher argued quietly. “Gryphs guard the monarchy, uphold their orders, and, when necessary, carry them out. What is this, your second year at the academy? You know this much, I’m sure.”

Ail curled his fists, trying his best to ward off his claws. “Gryphs followed my vehicle all the way down McGregor Boulevard before they set up an aerial roadblock across
the Sanibel Causeway. What right do vampires have to keep me from my Pack’s territory?
Zilch.
If I were to do that to any in your Coven, cutting a vampire off from Captiva Island, wouldn’t you take that as a serious threat? Commander, if you were transporting a vampiress, a female of your own race, what
wouldn’t
you do to protect her?”

“I would do anything to protect
any
female, vampiress, werewolf, or otherwise. But that’s me, always soft-hearted for the ladies.” A flash of grief passed over the vampire’s face before his cheekbones sharpened into blades beneath his skin. “But Molly Shirley is not one of your own.”

“What are you getting at?” Apprehension spread through him.

Oycher shrugged. “Molly Shirley is not part of your Pack.”

“She’s a mixed blood,” he countered through stiff lips, though he knew the vampire was correct. “Her immediate grandmother is a pureblood. Her sister, Tatum Jordan, is my queen!”

“And yet, no one brought her inside Pack.” An eerie prickliness went up Ail’s spine when Oycher added, “What you saw as an attack, wasn’t. Tonight, the Gryphs were only trying to protect Molly.”

“I know what I saw. They didn’t have protection on their minds.” Ail raised his voice, though kept his expression carefully guarded. “I even warned them I was of the Beta’s blood before I took the first shot. With my weapon clearly in hand, the Gryphs refused to back off. How else was I supposed to take their stance, other than a direct confrontation?”

“You’re either confused or hotheaded, Ail. So allow me to remind you of the law. Apart from a full-blooded werewolf female, any member of the Dynasty Empire, which includes Gryphs, can interact with any
unclaimed
mixed blood they desire, whether said female is riding in a car with a Pack male or not.”

“They weren’t going to interact with her or to protect her.” Ail’s stomach churned when he said, “Besides, Molly
is
claimed by a human male, her husband.”

Oycher flattened his hands on the table. “No, she’s not.”

Bane quickly interceded, “Oycher, it’s on me. I told Ail to take care of Molly and he did. I stand behind every decision he made. If he said they were attacking, that’s what happened.”

“Bane, we’ve come a long way in our joint efforts, you and I,” Oycher said with a shake of his head. “At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. But how can I overlook this when I have the Dynasty up my ass? In fact, the deceased Gryph belonged to Prince Volos himself, the highest-ranking monarch in our Dynasty – the vampire of vampires. So if I don’t follow through on my side, I will die by my master’s hands.”

“All because I was protecting Molly,” Ail growled.

“So you thought, Youngling,” Oycher told him. “If the Gryphs were attacking, you wouldn’t have seen them until it was far too late. They have skills you cannot imagine, blending into the night is second nature to them.” He threw up his gloved hands in a helpless gesture. “Yet tonight, they showed themselves in good faith.”

“We can dance around this all night.” Gage interrupted impatiently. “This is the second time that Gryphs encountered Molly. Why did they start to begin with, all of three months ago?”

“Just like your Pack, I’m still waiting for that
firsthand
information,” Oycher said, staring head on at Gage. “And repeating rumors gives them undue credence, so I refuse to do so.”

Gage snarled, “Then stop waiting and find out, Oycher. One Gryph entering our territory in the dead of night without paperwork is absurd.”

“I was unaware a Gryph entered your
territory
.” Oycher seemed genuinely confused. “By my word as a Vojak, they haven’t imparted any significant information to me regarding Molly Shirley, though, after tonight, I intend to find out. I’m meeting with Maestru after we adjourn here.”

To that Gage said, “I’m not going to wait for you to have a sit down with Maestru. If tonight is any indication, things are moving aggressively, which is dangerous.”

“If you are suggesting Jayce Jordan would declare war over one mixed blood female or one Beta blood youngling, I find that threat idle. His queen is carrying the next Alpha, due in the next month, I’m told. A child born of that kind of power ends up as spoils of war. Need I say more?”

“Not if you want to keep your head attached to your shoulders!” Bane roared.

Gage put his hand on Bane’s shoulder but kept his eyes on Oycher. “Fine, have your meeting with Maestru. From that point, I expect any of the Dynasty’s interests concerning Molly Shirley or Ail Ruyter reported to Alpha Jordan by morning.”

Oycher inclined his head. “I will try.”