Sanibel Surrender Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Five) (17 page)

Ail was captivated on what Heath was doing to her. “I am completely yours and you belong to Heath and me.” A long, familiar finger eased its way inside her channel. When Heath reached the entrance to her womb, he held still. This caused Molly to tilt up her pelvis, begging for more. She moaned and tried to wiggle, but Heath held her in a firm grip. “Between your mating Heat and finding your celestial mates,” Ail continued to explain, “your body has conjured up a sexual vortex only your mates can fill."

“This is what happened to Tatum and Renee, right?” Her hands went to Heath’s hair, pulling the long strands, but he wouldn’t budge or move his fingers. Ail brought her hands away from Heath’s hair and kissed each one. His touch soothed her anxiety, but did nothing to hamper her escalating lust.

“Yes, like us, they were fortunate to find each other.”

"In my mind, I can't take this,” she groaned, wanting them both desperately. And considering how badly she’d judged her sisters, she was the worst sort of hypocrite. “But my body, oh, I can’t take the emptiness.”

Ail leaned down and blocked her view of Heath. "But I can make it go away, Molly. I can quench every thirst inside your body." Oh so slowly, he reached between her breasts and weaved his fingers through one of the many holes on her crocheted bodice. "Just say the word and you'll find out what it truly means to be a werewolf's mate." His head came further down and he replaced his fingers with his tongue, swirling inside an opening, heating her already heated skin, which was easy to do since she was braless. "Satiated." He reached inside her dress and lightly pinched her aching nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Happy." He gave the bud a twist, right when Heath lightly twirled his finger inside her vagina. "Protected." Ail wrapped his lips around her now throbbing nipple, replacing his fingers. She would have shot off his lap if four insistent hands hadn’t held her in place. "Heath and I live to please you and only you."

Heath settled his open mouth over her clitoris, fondling her with the tip of his tongue, languidly licking her as if he had all day to play. She cried out, grabbing Ail’s sleek black hair, exposing the other eye he kept hidden behind his long bangs. When she tried to look away, ashamed of needing two men so desperately, he gripped her chin and insisted she face him. "Look at me, my mate. Heath wants to bring you to climax, and I want to watch every expression that flashes across your face, when you come. Do you want that, too?”

God help her, she did. “Yes.”

His relief was evident. “Your acceptance goes straight to my heart and to my cock. And you had better keep those fiery, Irish eyes wide open for me. There's no reason for you to hide, no reason to feel embarrassed about anything we do together. Is there, Molly?” Heath’s tongue dipped to the butt plug, circling her straining opening.

“Oh, that’s intense,” she groaned, thrashing her head back and forth.

Ail cupped her jaw, holding her steady, his passionate stare boring through her. “Answer me, my mate.”

“No, no shame,” she hissed, when Heath wouldn’t relent, his tongue a force for which to be reckoned.

“Say the words, Molly,” Ail went on, whispering his intentions right against her ear. “Say you want me. Then when you are wide open and truly wet for me, I'm going to plunge my werewolf’s tongue deep inside your clinging pussy and feel every ripple of your climax. I'm going to savor the first taste of you against my tongue, licking you ruthlessly until you have yet another orgasm and cry out my name. Only then, will I kiss my way up your entire body, sniff your throat, and sink my canines into your delicate flesh, where I will mark you in the way of the werewolf. Just so no random male will touch what's mine. Yeah, baby, that's also one of my rights.” He groaned along with her, licking the shell of her ear. “The way you smell, Molly, I could lick you for hours, even days, and I wouldn't get enough of you.” With his hand still at her breast, he flipped her nipple back and forth with his thumb, and then dragged his roughened tongue over the hardened tip. “Say the words.”

Heath picked that moment to suck her labia between his canines, stretching her until she walked the edge of orgasm. “Take me. Do something!”

"Ah, the sound of your submission goes straight to my soul…and other
physical
areas."

She lifted her chest in an effort to push more of her breast inside the warm cavern of Ail’s mouth. He flattened his tongue against her areola and allowed his free hand to slide down her body, positioning his fingers at her entrance, where Heath had begun to stroke her in and out…in and out. Heath brought his mouth from the drenched folds of her pussy, licking his lips in delectation. Ail dipped two fingers inside her, only to his first knuckles, swirled, and then removed them. He brought the same hand to her mouth and painted her lips with her own arousal. Her body was burning with her Heat, her belly clenching with her desire.

“Our first taste together,” Ail said just before capturing her mouth in a deep and punishing kiss, one fueled by untamed passion. She tasted herself on him, salty, sweet, and a touch musky. His tongue reached the back of her throat, though, strangely, she didn’t get the sense that she would choke. It felt natural. The three of them
together
felt natural.

When Ail pulled back, she opened her mouth and said the first thing that popped into her head. “Ail, Heath, I want to try this, but I’m at a loss as to how.”

Immediately, Heath took her out of Ail’s arms, pulled the skimpy dress over her head, and stared down at her with a look of fierce possessiveness. He then brought her to the king sized bed, placed her on her back, and tore off her panties. Ail unzipped his pants and freed his erection. It was nothing short of beautiful. Protruding from a light dusting of black hair, definitely manscaped, his stalk stood tall and thick as he kicked off his shoes and pants. The smooth velvety skin stretched erotically over his tribal inflixx, though the borings weren’t as numerous as Heath’s were. Yet their sizes were comparable. He had tribal tattoos similar to Heath’s, though Heath’s marking stretched around his rib cage. Ail had identical markings up his right arm and all the way down the side of his right body. They curled around his right hip, where some points reached the crisp hairs of his pubis, and then circled his right thigh. She couldn’t imagine the amount of time or pain that went into the thing, but it was spectacularly hot. He gave her a slow smile, standing proudly as she truly admired his body.

Heath made quick work of his clothes, until he, too, stood naked before her. His chest somewhat broader than Ail’s, he looked more like the highlander he probably was, in another era. In her mind’s eye, Molly could easily picture him swinging a claymore overhead and slaughtering anyone who dared to threaten what was his. Much the same way Ail had protected her the other night against the vampires, and he hadn’t even known he was her mate. Yeah, she had a lot to think about, but she couldn’t do it now.

“You’re both truly gorgeous,” she whispered.

Heath stretched out next to her, on the side where he slept last night. He kissed her cheek and pointedly opened her legs. “Remember my rule, lass. Thighs are always open and waitin’ for me, when we’re in a private settin’. With one languid stroke across her nether regions, he swiped from her clit to her anus, paying extra attention where she strained with the plug.

Ail’s eyes darted all over her, never stopping. He then nodded as he leaned over her, resting on the palms of his hands. “My Molly, you are everything that I desire.” When he brought his mouth to her throat, flicking his sandpapery tongue over a particularly sensitive spot, Molly reached between them to stroke his cock. Quickly, he pulled her hand away. “I’m too fired up, sweetheart. I need to hold onto it a little while longer.”

“I want to feel you.”

“Oh, you will in a minute.” Ail moved down her body, his shoulders bunching between her thighs. “I’ll be in you so deep that you’ll think I’m a permanent part of your body.”

“That’s how it should always be between us, lass,” Heath said, sniffing and nipping beneath her right breast. “We should be free with ourselves, fillin’ one another’s daily needs.”

She yelped when his playful bites started to sting and he smiled shamelessly over her breast, his silver eyes turning liquid in a heated flash. “Bad werewolf,” she scolded, but she wanted him to do it again. “Don’t stop.”

As if in unison, Ail begin to nip her mons, tugging her pubic hair between his teeth. With his fingers, he carefully entered her, stroking in and out. His opposite hand circled the plug in her ass. “Heath,” he said between nips, “both holes are way too tight. You got more lube around here?”

Heath reached across her, digging in the top draw of the nightstand. With a sigh, he handed it down. “I thought I stretched her last night, though, I suppose the, um, injection tightened her.”

“I intend on fully stretching her again, and you and I will keep her that way, even if we have to work on it every single day. Isn’t that right, Molly?”

“I don’t want to be stretched there, what if-”

“We’re not goin’ anywhere, lass.”

Ail growled low, the vibration hitting every inch of her lower body. “If you think another man is taking you after us, think again. Better yet,” he spoke in that same distorted voice he had earlier while standing in the bathroom doorway. Shadows were pacing behind his navy blue eyes, as he looked up her body, “don’t think about anything. Now, just feel us. Feel what we do for you and learn to trust
us
.”

Lowering his head again, he licked her swollen clitoris, opening his mouth like a hungry cat and raking his long canine over the hood. Molly cried out, her hands blindly searching for something to grasp. Heath wrapped one of her hands around his cock as he sucked her nipple. She stroked him as Ail continued to lick her meticulously, leaving nothing unturned.

“There she goes, Heath. There…she…goes.” He curled his fingers inside her, and then swiveled his wrist. “I think I can mosey on inside there without much of a hitch. Check for yourself, Highlander.”

Aside Molly, Heath had his head back, his corded neck straining with every slide of her palm over his tribal inflixx. “My pleasure.” He reached down and entered her with his middle finger. He and Ail then took opposite rhythms, one pulling out while the other plunged in, picking up speed until she bowed off the bed, releasing one of the strongest orgasms she’d ever experienced.

“Oh, my…I can’t see.” It was true, sparkling glitter dotted her vision, but she couldn’t see anything else.

Behind her knee, Ail licked and sniffed. When her vision returned, her eyes fell on him and she realized he’d been watching her expression the entire time. “Better than I expected, I want to put that expression on your face every day of my life. And I will.” He kissed her knee. “You have the softest skin, Molly.” He swiveled his wrist again as Heath pulled his finger all the way out. “And you’re just as soft on the inside. I can’t wait to rub my dick up and down your sweet pussy. You want that don’t you? You want me inside you, stroking you, bringing you to come again and again.”

She gritted her teeth, picking up her pace on Heath’s cock as he licked her throat frantically, making animalistic sounds in her ear.

“You will answer me, Molly,” Ail stood up on his knees.

“Yes!” she gasped when he circled her wet opening with the tip of his flaming hot cock. “I want you!”

Heath pulled her hand away and lifted her atop his chest, so she was laying on him with her back to his front. Ail’s lips curled when he swiveled his hips and entered an inch. “Is that good enough?”

“Oh, don’t you dare!” She lifted her hips for more, but Heath splayed his large tanned hand across her stomach, his smallest finger grazing her clitoris.

“Settle down, lass.” With his other hand, he positioned his cock against the plug, pressing it further inside her. 

Ail removed that single inch he had given her and lifted his cock and balls in one hand, pressing them high against his groin. He had that v thing working for him, with pronounced hipbones. When his tribal tattoo stretched with his movements, she salivated to lick everything on his body. “I want you,” she said boldly. “So stop your teasing.”

“I’m not really teasing,” he argued with the wickedest smile she had ever seen, empting the entire contents of the tube of lubricant on his already glistening erection. It was so big, but the way it was greased up, surely it would fit. And it would feel so good.

“Yes you are,” she groaned. Heath grazed her throbbing clit again with his finger, though he wouldn’t stay on target.

“I’m looking more for a promise, Molly Ballbuster, one you can’t ever break.”

“A promise, no way!” In one of those freaky werewolf movements, he entered her again, this time it had to be halfway. Or it felt like that much. That was the good part. The bad, he stayed immobile. “Move, damn you.”

“Repeat after me,” he said on a tortured gasp, swiveling those killer hips again. They were so tightly buff between her legs that she squeezed her thighs to get a better feel of them. Heath lifted his pelvis, and with the barest of strokes, he rubbed her dark crevice and rocked her forward.

Okay, she would play. “Repeat what?”

“After you take me, Ail Ruyter, I am absolutely one-hundred percent yours and Heath’s so help me God.”

Heath groaned, “Damn it, Ail, don’t make me spend myself so soon.”

Ail grasped one of her ankles, leaving the other leg against his hip, and brought it over his shoulder, spreading her wide. “You are so rosy here.” He pushed in further, though stopping again, staying immobile. “Feel yourself dripping around my cock, sweetheart. That’s not just the lube talking, that’s your need for your males.” His navy blues were hooded, brooding with his desire for her. “Is this what you want, sweetheart? Make your promise to your males, and from this day forward, you’ll be the happiest female on this very earth. I swear it from my heart.”  He lowered his heavy weight against her and Heath’s bodies, keeping her ankle over one shoulder and caging them both in. His cock was still in her opening, though not buried all the way.