Sanibel Surrender Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Five) (4 page)

“Coercion? Not from what I saw, or I would have intervened the second time they hit the dance floor.”

“Dancin’?” he growled. “Aye, the leeches enjoy their pretense of romance.” Oh, Heath didn’t need that image flashing across his mind, Molly’s lush body swaying against the vampire’s to some ridiculous, human love ditty. “So you’re sayin’ she simply became enamored by his good looks and charm.” Vampires were beautiful, could get just about anything from humans without the aid of mind tricks. Heath could not deny their potency, but he could make sure the one that just left met with immortal fire and then a mostly-human Molly would never desire to look upon him again.

Terje shifted, his big feet pushing at the sand. “Well, maybe his physicality charmed her. But you have to know - She asked the vampire for one night of, uh, release. Molly’s Heat has escalated since this morning. Maybe it’s nature’s way, since she’s now legally unattached. But any immortal can scent her. It’s not a secret, you know, how wild and needy our females get when they’ve reached this, um, point.”

And Heath couldn’t accurately gauge her need due to his Druid Tattoos. Therefore, the very tattoos that were preventing him from claiming her were preventing him from smelling the degree of her Heat. “You’re sayin’ she’s in dire need of a male.”

“Not that I want to die by your hands tonight, but I have to tell you.” Terje rolled the tension from his shoulders. “I can barely tamp my werewolf. Whether or not she’s mine, I haven’t a clue, haven’t scented her climax, but that doesn’t matter to my Beast when it knows…”

When it knows how a female in Heat can accept the full size of a werewolf’s sex and the power of its thrusts as no mere mortal could. If a werewolf were lucky enough to find a female in Molly’s condition, he could release the essence of his Beast and enjoy a night of unequaled, primal fucking. Since any female werewolf was a rarity in their world, males tended to circle around those who were unclaimed, chiefly if they were suffering with Heat, with
need
. Somehow, Heath had to ease Molly without yet claiming her. But how?

Heath sighed heavily. “And since Gage left her securely at The Blue Pelican, at the Pack’s main compound…”

“Several of our males have scented her, are circling her.” He shrugged. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” In a way, so was Heath. He wanted time to court Molly properly, in the way of his time, so his mate could know what she meant to him, how important she was. “You cannot be sorry for the way of things, tis nature. And I want her to have at least one other male besides myself. Sharing a female with co-mates blesses her with more protection from our dangerous world and more satiation during bed play.”

Terje looked relieved. “It’s good you see it that way, Highlander, cause I think the other Pack males will be expecting their chances to claim her soon.”

“Then I don’t have much time to convince Molly to change her lifestyle.” Heath could only hope for her cooperation. He may have been jealous over the vampire, but Heath would never discourage another true co-mate away from his female, would never be resentful of another werewolf. In fact, his dick grew impossibly harder upon that thought, of Molly on her knees in front of another co-mate, while he watched and stroked himself to orgasm. When his cock throbbed nigh violently, he knew he was just as desperate for release as she was.

Heath cocked his head, smelling the Beta bloodline. “I hear a vehicle.”

“Mason Ruyter just dropped off my truck.” Rune tilted his head toward the adjacent parking lot. “Driving will be easier than running her through the marsh.”

With his keen vision, Heath searched the lighthouse for signs of humans, inhaling sharply for any other telltale threats of immortals. He watched Mason Ruyter mist toward Fort Myers. Knowing Bane’s brother would not leave if he sensed any danger, Heath declared, “Tis clear.” He drew in a steadying breath, but it didn’t help, not with his aching cock and his agitated Beast. “Let’s move.”

Rune extended his arms, offering him Molly’s still unconscious body. Heath brought her to him and gripped her as tightly as possible without crunching her delicate, mostly human bones. The feel of her against him was nothing short of exhilarating. His werewolf, though tamed by the Druid tattoos, was utterly enthralled to be carrying his mate protectively.

Without breaking stride, they reached Mason’s idling truck. Rune jumped inside the truck bed and Terje climbed into the passenger’s seat. “Find those security harnesses for her,” Heath said as he slid behind the wheel.

“Seatbelts?” Terje cocked a disbelieving brow.

“She’s not yet immortal.” He was already pulling the truck onto the main drive. It was strange, worrying over car accidents. Something Heath had never once concerned himself over, but he had to now. “Did you find them?”

“Yeah.” Terje pulled them out and made a face.

With a sidelong glance, Heath spotted the black belts shredded by Terje’s claws.

“They won’t do a bit of good shredded.”

Terje pulled them off his claws. “Well then, shall I hold her nice and tight, Highlander?”

“Do so,” Heath agreed easily. The Viking sniffed the top of Molly’s hair, and Heath did not have to see the lad’s eyes to know they were rolling in his head. The scent of a female in the throes of her Heat was the epitome of carnal divinity. Was there anything better? Aye. Fucking the female while in the throes of her Heat would be far better, and he intended to do just that very soon, which would be a first for him. The thought of her clenching on his erection, milking it in the way of the female werewolf, made him groan aloud.

“Those tattoos holding up for you, Highlander,” Terje asked, his nose buried in the crook of Molly’s neck, though his hands kept a respectable hold on her body.

“Better than nothin’, I suppose.” The marks Gage had to reapply on a weekly basis were the only things preventing Heath’s Beast from asserting itself by claiming his female. Until today, Molly had been a married human. Yet he asked Gage to continue the ink, since his female needed time to get used to his touch, to become accustomed to her true heritage. “Of course, with every stress the spell wears away.”

“And a vampire tasting your female…”

“Lowered the spell’s potency considerably,” admitted Heath, rolling his neck as he drove through the causeway’s intersection.

“I’ll admit that my family never used any Druidry to speak of, our Norwegian magic is quite different.” It rolled under their skin with specific, roving glyphs. “But what I do know is that if you keep applying those spells, they will counteract the very half of your soul.”

“With each application, I risk losing Molly forever. This, I know.” Since the spell kept his Beast at bay, overdoing it might turn his werewolf away forever. An important fact that also had Gage and Molly’s brothers-n-law concerned. So he was running out of time, had to act quickly.

“Problem is; if you don’t relieve her Heat tonight, she’ll be drawing more than werewolves and a vampire or two. The shapeshifters will come for her, and the ones who are part werewolf will be salivating as much as we are.”

“Let me guess, you’re offering to help so that I don’t drain what’s left of my spell.”

“It’ll be a hard job,” Terje groaned when Molly shifted, tossing her arm across his shoulder, “but I’m up for the task, especially if she keeps wiggling like that.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re up for it.” With yet another heavy sigh, Heath skirted the side drive that led to the main compound behind The Blue Pelican and veered into a secret path where the Sanibel younglings partied on their homemade agave brew. Only a few lingered around, all of them full werewolves, not a shifter or shifter mix in sight. He threw it in park and tapped the steering wheel in agitation.

Rune jumped down from the truck bed and opened Heath’s door. “Stopping while Molly smells like that is not the best of ideas, Highlander.”

Heath stepped out, glancing at the gathering of younglings. All were between the ages of nineteen and twenty-two, with their faces contorting into savage hunger. “Go back to what you were doing,” he ordered them. After a long second, the younglings reluctantly dispersed. To Rune, he said, “In all my years, I’ve had no experience with this. How many orgasms do you think Molly needs to suppress her Heat?”

He scratched his blond head. “Weird, I’ve never before heard that discussion. Shall I phone my brother? Arian will know for sure.”

“Just sate her once and see if it works,” Terje hissed from across the cab of the truck, pulling Molly’s hands from around his neck and then gently gripping her wrists. “In your agitation, Heath, you are losing your compulsion for her to stay unconscious and she’s grinding on me like a purring kitty.” He closed his eyes briefly. “Fuck, I’m brick hard!”

“Terje’s right. Just do something, Highlander,” Rune pressed. “She’s calling danger to herself. And even if you only give her one orgasm, it may still work for a while. From what I smell, she hasn’t had a male in ages. No scent of sperm anywhere on her body, and that’s just sad, makes me want to kick her ex’s head right off his mortal shoulders.”

“Heath?” Molly whispered with her eyes still closed. “Is that you or just another dream?”

“Oh, she’s having
the
dream,” Terje whispered, the truck cab quickly filling with her tantalizing aroma. “Intoxicating.” His hand shakily brushed Molly’s hair from her forehead.

Mason Ruyter misted in, his eyes scanning the scene. “I’ve warned off three shifters and had an altercation with the fourth. Can’t you stave off her Heat?”

“She’s in a haze,” Heath answered with exasperation. “I had to coerce her to forget the vampire misting her.” He scrubbed his face with a wearying hand. “She thinks she’s dreaming.”

“Wake her up!” Mason’s violet eyes bugged out of his head. “Bane’s gonna kill me if something happens to Molly! I smell more shifters on the outskirts of Captiva Island,” Mason growled. “At least four, do you want them after her?”

“I can smell them.” Hastily, Heath took Molly and brought her to the outside of the truck. “Tailgate,” he bit out to Rune. Carrying her around back as Rune dropped the truck’s tailgate. “Shirts.” Rune and Mason pulled off their shirts and placed them on the cold metal of the truck. It would have to do. “Molly, wake up,” he whispered, coaxing her mind to consciousness.

“Heath,” she said, looking around at the trees and the moon. The other werewolves made sure they were out of her line of sight. “What’s going on?”

He hated telling even a partial lie to his beloved mate, but he hadn’t a choice. “You got totally bombed at The Blue Pelican, left with a complete stranger -”

“Stranger?” she gasped, her brows drawing together.

“Well, do you remember his name?”

“No.”

“Then he’s a stranger, lass”

“I also don’t remember drinking that much.”

He sighed. “Most alcoholics don’t.”

Her eyes lit up like twin flames. “I’m not an alcoholic.”

“Denial won’t heal you.”

She pushed at his chest. “That’s enough.”

“Not nearly.” He leaned in, trailing kisses down her throat. She moaned, arching her back and clutching at his hair. Then Heath heard Mason unzip his pants with a whispered groan. As some were scentless, Heath glanced around to check for shifters because his supposed guards were preoccupied with taking themselves in hand.

Since things appeared calm around the perimeter, he murmured to Molly, “Luckily, I was takin’ a stroll on Lighthouse Beach and found you in the throes with this
stranger
.” He twirled his tongue against the shell of her ear, making her tremble for his next touch. “I didn’t like what I saw.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, so he pulled her panties to the side, brushing his knuckles up and down her sodden cleft.

“Heath, I really don’t remember.”

“You didn’t forget much,” he whispered, pulling himself through his zipper with his opposite hand. “Your stranger-lover wasn’t packin’ anythin’ close to this.” He gripped the base of his shaft and circled it on her dripping labia, loving her slick and swollen for his taking. Considering his tribal inflixx, there wasn’t any way he could truly penetrate Molly tonight without thoroughly going down on her in the werewolf way. It would take some serious time to get her body pliable and accepting. But if she needed his ejaculation to ease her Heat, that’s what he would give her. “You don’t need him. You’re with me now, and
I’m
not a stranger.” He nipped her right where he wanted to place his mark. “Say the word, lass.” Molly tightened her thighs around his hips, threading her sex on his tip, but he held firm. “Yes or no. I want to hear the word.”

“Yes.”

He pushed his entire head all inside his mate. Feeling the soft ridges of her channel accepting him for the first time was incredible, though it wasn’t enough. He wanted more, wanted to shove his cock all the way inside her and make her forget about coupling with any other male. He curled one arm under her knee, spreading her open. Even with just using his cockhead, he was too much for her gentle sex. “You’re so tight, Molly.” He circled his hips, swirling his head, hitting all those nerve endings ringing her entrance. “I swear you’re untried.” And already, he was about to come.

“I’m going to…Heath.”

Apparently, so was she. With his thumb poised over her swollen clit, he pressed the pink flesh to the side, stretching her tiny hood to the left. “Come with me!” he demanded. By her male’s command, she cried out his name, melting around his cock in seconds. He fought not to drive all the way to the top and deliver the most intimate of kisses to her womb. No, for so many reasons, he couldn’t do that here…on the tailgate of a flipping truck.

“Oh, lass!” One last swivel of his hips, and that was that. “The feel of you coming on me is too much.” He sucked air through his clenched teeth. Her scent, her sex, and her cries of pleasure rocked him into his own climax. With a strangled curse, he fed her every hot spurt that left his cock. She gasped repeatedly as he filled her sweet pussy with his come. A male always gave his female what she needed. And by the look on Molly’s well-pleasure face, she could now relax
for quite a while
.