Captiva Craving - Vampire Werewolf Menage (Six Feet Under Series Book Two) (14 page)

“I…feel…it.” Dru delivered three sharp thrusts. “I just need to…”

“I know what you need,” Bane said after he pulled his mouth away, his full lips wet from hers. “How about feeding from me before sipping Renee’s vein?” Bane’s question was more of a strong request than an inquiry. Ordinarily, curvy, pint-sized Renee could satisfy her given vampire any given day. Through Bane’s keen perception, he easily realized Dru had not fed, and a good dose of werewolf blood would go a long way in supporting his waning energy.

“An offering I’ll never refuse.”

“You’re the only vampire I’m always on tap for,” Bane’s reply was comforting. Though his Were body was a hot mess of lust waiting to dive into its female. An erotic inferno the Beta was dying to join and burn up in.

Dru grabbed Bane’s blue-black hair, so similar in color to Renee’s, and fisted it roughly. When she cried out in the cusp of orgasm, Dru pierced the Beta’s throat, moaning with his first, hot swallow. So delicious was Bane’s blood, Dru could drink him dry in an instant.

Arian tossed his head back, following Renee’s orgasm. His cock pumping hot seed into Renee’s body, both of them convulsed around Dru’s thick cock, shouting in unison. Dru could not help but follow, licking the ceiling on an incredible high, one found only from fucking and sucking. He gave Bane a heavy dose of endorphins, causing him to stroke his cock alongside of them, but Bane pinched his ridge to stop his impending ejaculation. Dru had the presence of mind to release the Beta so he could come inside his mate.

Bane raised his knee to the ledge and palmed his length, rolling his thumb over his piercings. Renee wasted no time lapping him through her climax, lubing him with her tongue before taking his impressive length to the back of her throat. Dru wanted to grant his wife the added endorphins she deserved to spiral even higher. And he bit her next, sinking deep into her velvety skin, finding a particular vein that offered a more delicate blood than Bane’s, but just as delicious.

Renee shuddered against them, humming around Bane’s shaft. He took another deep pull, watching Bane’s sack slap against her chin in quick measured strokes.

“That’s smoking hot,” Arian said, watching her suck off Bane’s cock while his own was still nestled inside her lovely ass.

“That’s it, little one,” Bane murmured in a guttural draw, gripping the tub’s edge with his release, “show your men how you swallow every drop.” His dark head flew back, his shoulders bunching and then jerking with every pulsation.

Dru continued to drink, melding her body with his in every way as her inner ridges quickened around him, drawing his cock up with her second orgasm to milk his own hot jets. And he knew she was right where she needed to be, floating somewhere inside her head in only a way they all could. Together.

“I’m fine,” she muttered, batting his hand away as he fastened her shoes.

“For the better half of the afternoon, your males transformed you into a liquid oblivion,” Dru responded, reaching for her other foot. “I think the least we can do is serve you in these small ways, don’t you?”

“I’ll agree to your pampering if my babies get to go to Norway,” she schemed with a bright smile, fidgeting with her most recent acquisition – an emerald and diamond choker her mates had placed around her lovely neck as a just-because present.

Three powerful men shuddered in horror and joined in a resounding, “NO!”

After they shared another round of goodbye kisses, Bane checked his phone. “Plane’s fueled and ready.”

“I can’t believe we’re chartering a plane for this.” She wrapped her arms around Bane’s corded neck. “I’ve never flown in a private jet. Obviously, we’re loaded, but isn’t that over the top a smidge?”

“Not this time, little one. Besides, you’re only taking one out of Fort Myers.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “After switching in another city to throw anything off your trail, you’ll transfer over to a commercial jet at an
undisclosed
location.” He sniffed his claiming mark, nipping at her throat. “Only the best for my mate, including traveling accommodations,” he said before turning to Dru. “Fort Myers Field,” he stated their destination, handing Renee over to him so he could sink his fangs into her throat again. Instead of feeding, this bite would transport her alongside him to the exclusive airport that catered to private jets and the wealthy who could afford such a luxury.

They rematerialized parallel to the new Westside building. Landing between half a dozen werewolves who flanked a couple of pack-owned Suburbans, both strategically positioned to hide the four misting in the airport’s parking lot.

“Security’s been handled, Beta,” Terje turned to greet them, a blue-eyed werewolf nearly identical to his brother Arian. He placed a chaste kiss on Renee’s cheek. “Hello, my sister.”

“Hey, hotshot,” she said, pushing the corners of her lips up in the best she could do for a smile. “You ready to visit your grandparents?” Her sadness coated Dru’s sensitive palate, its flavor sour and stagnant over his tongue. He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing his whiskered chin across the top of  her head.

“
No
, he’s ready to visit his old flame,” Rune said from next to him, wagging his tawny brows before punching Arian in the arm. To any human onlookers, that audible smack would sound as though a fight was breaking out, but they were werewolf siblings and
barely
roughhousing. “S’up, bro.”

Instead of answering, Arian got between Rune and Renee. “No swinging those fists that close to what’s mine.” Arian’s snarl blew around Rune’s dark blonde hair. “
Ever
.”

“Sorry,” he apologized with a sheepish, youthful smile and then took in Bane’s disappointed look. “All the luggage has been loaded on the plane, Beta.” Rune got back to the matter at hand. “One of
ours
is piloting.”

“Let’s move then,” Bane ordered, nodding to Arian and Dru before raising his chin to the moon. “I don’t like her out in the open under darkness.”

They passed through sliding glass doors and strolled by the base line agents, heading for concierge. Bane had mentioned wanting an extra copy of their flight plans, but Dru knew differently. Bane wanted to
check up
on Renee and Arian’s flight plans to see if their aliases were correctly recorded instead of their actual identity.

In addition, Renee had not eaten enough lately from being nervous over their temporary separation. A bad habit that Dru whole-heartedly understood, but could not accept for obvious reasons. Her health and safety came first, not just speaking as her doctor, but also as her husband. While Bane went over flight plans, Dru would go over her menus to ensure she had her protein-filled vegetarian selections. That way, crackers or peanuts would not be her staples during her long flights.

Dru kept his arm wrapped over Renee’s shoulders, and he felt her tension increase. Bane had begun conferring with a woman stationed behind the concierge counter. He handed the menus back for Dru to scan before returning his attention to the clerk. She was an attractive human who obviously thought their co-mate was a free male, since her white-tipped nails brushed over Bane’s arm for the second time in thirty seconds. A printer started up aside her, delivering everything the Beta demanded as she cooed inches away from his face. Bane discretely moved away from her next touch, smiling and nodding as she chatted it up while batting her false eyelashes and heaving her breasts across the thin partition. Dru knew the Beta was listening in on
nearby
conversations, scouting the area before he put Renee on the plane while under the guise of a pleasant chat. Bane’s loyalties and love
always
belonged to his wife.

This made no difference to a fuming Renee.

Dru placed the menus on the counter, rubbing soothing circles over her back with his opposite hand. Arian cocked his head, giving Dru a concerned look. His werewolf clearly scented Renee’s agitation, and Arian’s inherent instinct demanded for him to calm his mate in all situations. Still, Arian tamped down his urge by crossing his arms over the massive girth of his chest and fisting his hands. Renee and Arian could never pass as siblings and appearing in public as if she had two caring lovers was a big no no.

Sure, times had changed, but not nearly enough for most to openly receive their relationship. Even in a modern world, humans would not understand or accept that Renee was married to three men. Nor would human made laws sanction a marriage of their kind. Since they were mainstreaming immortals, needing to assimilate into human society whenever possible, it was far better not to draw attention to themselves in mostly human environs.

Nevertheless, Renee had completely forgotten their family rules, pushing her way towards Bane with a determined urgency to stake her claim. Petty jealousy?
Hardly.
Insecurity?
Not at all
. Dru understood that Renee’s behavior was due to the call of the celestially wild. A quarter Were blood rushed her lovely body, all courtesy of genetics she inherited from her half-werewolf father. And even though it wasn’t necessary, since Bane held no interest in any female apart from her, his wife’s immediate intentions were crystal clear.

“Stop stroking
my
man with your nasty nails and your horny eyes,” Renee started threatening the clerk so Dru quickly embraced her for a carefully timed kiss. He stifled her with his tongue - though she tried to bite it off - allowing Bane and Arian enough time to wipe the surrounding minds while she calmed down.

After a
select
, few seconds, Bane directed their small group toward the next set of doors preceding the tarmac. “Oh, how I love you, little one,” he whispered. “Your blood is strong.” Bane ran his knuckles down Renee’s cheek, and then chucked her chin. “Sometimes, I swear you’re a full blood,” he breathed with a glorious smile, his Beast taking pride in her public claiming.

Dru lifted the back of his hand to his mouth, wiping a trickle of his own blood away. “Yeah, that was loads of fun and quite wolfy.”

“I’m not sorry I threatened her,” she scoffed before she smiled apologetically. “But I’m sorry I bit you, Dru. That was childish and I have no excuse.”

“Forget it. I love you.” Dru kissed her temple and chuckled. “Before meeting my feisty Bride, I was buried under centuries of boredom. Your little tantrum doesn’t bother me.” On the other hand, a certain smell definitely
could
bother him if it was in the same vicinity as his wife. And by the werewolves sudden change in posture, his sensitive nose was
not
imagining it.

“Lingering scent or are they here now?” Dru searched Bane’s face, waiting with both hands locked on Renee. Bane tilted his head, tracking instead of talking.

“Why would Habalines descend here?” Rune asked no one in particular. “They have no need for planes, even in long distances. For the love of God, they can travel better than we can.”

“Yep, something is
off
about this,” Arian skirted them and jogged to their awaiting plane, trying to keep it casual for any onlookers.

By Bane’s concentration and stance, Dru assumed he was handing out mental directives to surrounding werewolves and receiving information through the Beta’s telepathic highway.

Dru hovered over her throat. “Mist her back home?”

“Not necessary,” Bane replied all business, shaking his ebony head. “Plane’s clear.” He knew before Arian even stepped foot on the thing. Then, he pecked Renee’s check with a brotherly, chaste kiss and Dru touched her lips with his. Though they had planned to say goodbye inside the privacy of the plane, they now needed to guard the exterior in case of an impending ambush. “You two flank her,” Bane directed Terje and Rune. “Keep it casual. Walk in the way of humans.” They obeyed their Beta without comment, keeping Renee sandwiched between their powerful, Nordic bodies.

Bane and Dru did not budge an inch until Renee and Arian were safely up in the air. A long twenty minute wait later, they sighed on a collective breath. Then, they got down to it. “Did you catch that other scent yet?”

“Yep, and there it is again.” Bane canted his head, nostrils flaring on an upwind. “Sour milk laced with musk. Nasty…must be.”

Dru cut him off, “
Vampire
, as I said fifteen minutes ago. However, it’s not an Undead. All the same, I can’t put my finger on its genetics.” Dru regarded Bane critically. “You’re putting us
all
at a distinct disadvantage by not calling Maestru.”

“I find your Coven Master a
personal
challenge.” He looked from the tarmac to Dru. “The next time he even thinks of touching our queen, I’m skinning him with a dull blade.”

Dru jammed his hands in his side pockets. “I’m not denying he deserves it.” But still, his internal alarms were firing off at breakneck speed. “Why allow Pack pride to wedge itself here? We need a new contestant for ‘name that smell’, and Maestru is our best shot.” Not to mention vampire law dictated Dru call his Master on matters, such as this. “You said it yourself that Jayce is on a Miami hunt you refuse to disturb.”

“Closing in on fourteen of the freed as we speak, and there’s a human female amongst them,” he said softly, a chill in his eyes. “Male pack members are low in Dade County.” Since Dru was his co-mate and the Alpha was his brother-n-law, Bane trusted him to never repeat that sort of information. “They need the Alpha more than we do.”

“Then there’s no reason to give up control to your Beast” - Dru slid his phone from his pocket, tossing it in his palm a few times - “when I call in my Master.”

Bane said nothing, scanning the west with his jaw clenching and unclenching, while Dru connected with Maestru and delivered details.