Captiva Craving - Vampire Werewolf Menage (Six Feet Under Series Book Two) (13 page)

“Those pelicans dive too close to the windshield, and God help me if I have the top down,” she huffed. “How can they confuse a big metal box with a tiny fish?”

“They’re not confusing anything. You are.” Arian unzipped his pants, his broad head peeking out as he relieved the tension. “It’s the highlight of their day to make humans swerve their cars into one another on a bridge, so why fall for it? Just keep driving. If they don’t get out of their own way, oh well, better them dead than you.”

“You think every creature is cunning, Arian.”

“Oh, I
know
every creature is cunning, especially me.”

Dru stood at the door and watched his Bride tossing clothes around in her cavern of a walk-in. Inky hair tumbled halfway down her back, eyes of fresh mown grass widening in agitation. “I’ll agree that you’re cunning, but you always want to please me.”

“I know where this is going and I don’t want to hear it again,” chided Arian while Dru enjoyed the view.

“Try listening for a change!” Her bare foot started tapping the ceramic tile.

“Keeping this up equals a red ass,” he warned, his voice lowering a husky octave.

“Come on, Arian, tell me why I can’t bring the babies to Norway,” she implored on an angry gust, referring to her collage of furred, domesticated pets since they had no younglings of their own yet. “Seriously…,” she lost her breath when she caught sight of Dru. “Oh” – hangers and clothes hit the floor and her hands fluttered to her chest - “finally, the good doctor is home.” A split-second after that, arms crushed his neck, pulling him tight against her small, curvy frame. Full breasts flattened against Dru’s hard-planed chest and his hormones kicked in on cue, spiking a hard-on that he was surprised to feel when he remained incredibly low on blood – a born vampire’s lone food.

“Only to see you off,” he whispered pensively, his fangs lowering over his bottom lip. No Species vampire tolerated any separation from his Bride.

“Bane and Arian have kept me locked in the house.” She ran her fingertips through the hair on the back of his head, feathering the tightly clipped layers.

“I know. Though for reasons not out of cruelty, precious. Never that,” he promised. “And you haven’t been cooped up that long. You see… those who are roaming need mixed-bloods such as you. And you understand how your protection is paramount for your mates to provide. Besides, once you are overseas, you will be
exhausted
from running around while sightseeing. Arian will enjoy showing you his homeland as you meet his family.” Dru licked his claiming mark, running an unusually dry tongue down her jugular. Fuming over how life dictated that his wife was set to fly out in a manner of hours, headed around the world, though relieved this presently dangerous area would not have a chance to harm her. Just like her sister, the werewolves’ queen, Renee had also been abducted. None of her co-mates would go through that horror again, no matter the sacrifice. At this moment, Dru was already feeling the sacrifice, though she was still in his arms. Daggers of loneliness pierced his tired soul with the thought of not waking up tomorrow with his mates.

“The Coven has other doctors, come with us,” she pleaded, pulling his face up with her small palms. His arms tightened around her, pressing her body to his. Moving her delicious mouth against his lips, she slid her greedy tongue inside, seeking and sucking. Time to love one another on a physical level had escaped them lately.

Arian was the only mate traveling with her. Two of his brothers were traveling alongside them as extra protection against any errant shapeshifters. Dru and Bane had no other choice but to stay home, working through this current crisis minute by minute. Actually, after Renee left, home was out of the question for both of them. As the Coven’s lead physician, Dru would remain at the Marco Island location, overseeing the healing Vojaks, which would be far easier on him mentally after Renee relocated to her safer location. Bane, on the other hand, would be here and there, as usual, a Beta spread far too thin amongst the Pack. Demands on him never ceased.

“Although I live to spoil you, my wife, on this matter I cannot indulge you. I have to stay here. But let’s say goodbye properly, shall we?” However, he would not make love to her with others’ blood on his body. Since she had more energy than he did, maybe she could soap him up. “Want to wash me in a nice, luxuriating bath?”

“Is that a rhetorical question?” She lowered her hands to his ass, squeezing. “I’d never pass on an opportunity to feel you up.”

“Feel anything you want,” he groaned, lifting Renee one-handed and tossing her over his shoulder before gliding to their enormous, shared bathroom. Dru yanked her shorts off, hearing a rip here and there as her thong left her body. He had the money to buy her any replacements required, so he was not too worried about disposable clothes.

A crazy-sized tub centered the room, flanked by a back-glossed wall winding out in a half turret. Normally, an incredible view of the gulf would be staring back in hues of aqua, though not on a day when the shutters were down. He kicked off his boots and placed her on the ledge of their unique tub. Resembling a split coconut with an onyx shell, its luminescent, plum-colored interior came to life with intricate, inlaid fiber optic lighting. It was outrageous and sexy, matching his girl’s spark of life, and well worth the exorbitant price Dru paid to see Renee’s appreciative smile when she bathed. Arian was behind them, starting up the steaming, liquid pleasure with his Were mind while dropping his jeans on the shiny floor. Its ebony marble mirrored their hungry bodies perfectly. Water erupted from three unique onyx faucets measuring around eight inches in width, designed to fill the tub rapidly for their nefarious purposes.

“A little more light, please,” Renee asked. Dru had made her immortal during their vampiric mating ceremony, but most of her senses were still as weak as a human’s was, including her vision.

Dru stared at a sconce centered on the left wall and candles flickered to life. His gaze skimmed back to Renee, his irises darkening as flames painted an erogenous glow over her milky skin. “In the early fifteen hundreds, Durer painted a nude simply entitled Eve.”

“Is that your way of saying I’m leading you down a wicked path? Look”- she held up her palms, a teasing laugh escaping lush lips - “no fruit. I swear.”

“I’m saying Durer got the name of the temptress wrong,
Renee
.” Buttons and snaps hit the hard floor, bouncing around right before his clothes followed them. “Care to entice your husband into sin?”

“It’s too late for that,” she murmured, arching a brow the color of a raven’s wing. “You’re thoroughly debauched.”

“Spread your legs.” He ordered after Arian stopped the water. Its edge lapped her trim ankles, leaving room for their larger bodies to join her without overflowing water onto the floor. She opened them, the room’s glow spreading to her waxed mons.

“Wider.” Dru wanted to see everything before he delved deep.

Her lips curved upward as her knees pointed in opposite directions, hiding nothing and baring everything. Arian eased behind her, supporting her back so she could relax for them. A red lace bra remained on her stunning figure, straining with her amazing breasts. Arian cupped the heavy mounds, slowly twirling his oversized thumbs right over her twin points.

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxed, stroking his mammoth erection up her back. “Take nice, calm breaths and we’ll be inside your warm sweetness before you know it.” He pressed a hot kiss on the sensitive flesh beneath her ear.

“Renee?” They heard Bane bellow from a floor below. “Where’s my little one?”

“Doin’ the nasty in a tub full of dangerous males,” Arian whispered back, nodding his head, his nearly white hair startling in the dimly lit room. Bane’s acute hearing could pick Arian’s words without him yelling in Renee’s ear.

The North American Beta misted up just in time to fine Arian taking Renee’s bra off. “I expect a corner of your suitcase after this,” she negotiated on a moan, but Arian decided negotiations were long over. He brought her wrists behind her back, thrusting her breasts out for Dru.

Dru’s bare body slipped through the inviting bath water as he zeroed in on his prize. Weary fangs dripped in ardent gratitude. He loved biting on Renee’s toffee-colored nipples, suckling threads of blood through the small nicks he made with his oral daggers while she screamed with unparalleled satisfaction. Instead, he licked them, bringing one to a stiff peak before turning and doing the same thing to its mate. Staring up her delicious chest, he enjoyed seeing her lips parting on another soft gasp. He drew this nipple to the back of his throat, rolling his expert tongue under the silky flesh until she bit down on her bottom lip. A fragrant drop of blood pebbled on her lip, gleaming in the candlelight. On that vision, Dru released her breast with an audible pop.

Arian let go of her wrists and brought his hands around to roughly pinch her glistening nipples, carefully delivering a sharp pain she always needed. What
Dru
really needed - he thought while molding her tightening flesh around Arian’s busy hands - was to sink his sharpest teeth into her creamy, inner thigh. There, he would use his skilled fingers to shatter her while drinking her crimson essence.

“The Beta is having difficulty allowing your trip,” Bane said in a rumbling voice indicative of his rising Beta Beast. He stopped and winced, rubbing his temples. More than likely, Dru thought, his werewolf was pounding his skull, wanting out. However, Bane would hold it back to enjoy this last time with Renee before they were reunited. Although none of them knew how long they would be apart.

“I’m with him,” she said on a low moan, wrapping her thighs around Dru’s waist and attempting to lower her core on his erection. Dru stopped her in order to wait for Bane. “
Please
, I need it.” She panted desperately, and then Dru could not resist.

He penetrated her body, sliding high until he could go no further. A drawer slid open, followed by Bane pitching a small container of lube at Arian’s awaiting palm. Dru gently spun them, with him leaning against the tub’s edge so Arian could spread the gel over her puckered opening. “Hold still,” grumbled Arian when she jiggled over Dru’s cock, encouraging him to move. Centuries on this earth had taught him patience, but he would be the first to admit that he was losing it. “I’m working it in, Doc. No matter how many times we go in, she’s always tight past that little ring.”

“I can feel your fingers against the membrane, hitting my cock,” Dru murmured with a slow exhale. Renee’s eyes popped open on a groan, and she took his mouth, easing her tongue around his lethal fangs. Dru welcomed her silky tongue with his, and if he had any blood left in his body, he would be sweating with his need to thrust. But he wasn’t, and that worried him.

Arian moved another finger inside that fantastic ass of hers, his sensual strokes rubbing against Dru’s cock. He glanced up at Bane, watching him lock his sapphire eyes solely on Renee. The male fixating on his female, the Beast insisted his mate’s pleasure came first, before his own. Dru still found werewolf behavior horrifically fascinating. The Beta removed his weapons with slow care, settling them on the granite countertop one by one. “Beautiful, beautiful, mine,” he coaxed in his raspy drawl, making her skin blush prettily for him. That sight, the feel of her pussy, and the added heat from her skin kicked up  Dru’s hunger. His fangs pulsated, pleading for a drink. Still, he quickly realized he was too far-gone to drink from her, would probably ravage her delicate throat when the Species came out to feed.

When Arian was satisfied with his preparations for Renee’s comfort, he centered his weeping head at her and circled her opening. She left Dru’s mouth and eased her head back on the Nordic’s shoulder. “Give me. Give me!”

Arian surged through her tight ring, rotating his hips to stretch her anus fully.

“More,” she pleaded, wrapping her hands around Dru’s biceps and digging her sharp nails into his skin.

“Take all of me, my female.” He thrust forward. Dru could sense her giving way for Arian’s intrusion, her pussy tightening around his cock.

Bane stepped into the tub. His naked skin flashed back and forth with the Beta Beast, adding a distinct, glowing eeriness to their carnal party. After a few sharp inhales, he tamped it back down. For how long? It was anybody’s guess.

Dru pulled them over and settled on a molded seat, leaning back with Renee as Arian picked up his pace, in and out. Her throaty moans were ratcheting up and an exquisite sheen of perspiration dotted her petite forehead. “So good, baby, your body is made for me,” Arian crooned against her nape, scraping his canines across her pebbling skin.

Water splashed around their hips with his increasing vigor. On Arian’s next upstroke, Dru found some energy and pulled nearly all the way out, and then sliding back in by way of a reverse rhythm. One they always enjoyed with their girl. This time, Dru kept his ministrations on her tight pussy easy... slower, enjoying the contrast against Arian’s quick friction.

Bane continued to wrap her in his words, speaking with a sliver ball bored into his tongue, “I do enjoy watching you as much as taking you.” Dru loved watching him curl that ball around her clit, and Bane had a matching one threaded under his cockhead that drove Renee nuts when they were all lost in a group mating.

“I’d rather you
take
, Bane,” her throaty hitch nailed Dru in the balls, painfully jerking his sack. He brushed her hair back, exposing the side of her vulnerable throat.

That was when Bane intervened, slanting his mouth over Renee’s in an open-mouthed kiss. His piercing slid over her tongue, though his knowing eyes flicked to Dru, obviously noticing his imposing hunger. Dru continued to thrust while holding Bane’s stare until the Beta dropped his eyes. Dru nearly came again while watching Bane’s long fingers ease down Renee’s belly. He felt between their bodies, where Dru physically joined Renee, and stroked her swollen nub. Strong fingers moved, stretching skin over stark tendons, working her into a needy frenzy.

“She’s gripping me, Dru,” warned Arian, “tingling’s heading up my spine. You gonna come, baby?” He asked her, and she cried out into Bane’s mouth. “Yeah, you are,” he breathed in her ear, watching Bane ravage her mouth. “Come with us, Doc. She’s squeezing my shaft without an ounce of mercy.”