Captiva Craving - Vampire Werewolf Menage (Six Feet Under Series Book Two) (29 page)

“So,” he said while pressing his dick against the lip of the tub and grinding ruthlessly, trying to slow his own needs down. “Do you still want to talk about it?” he asked, addressing a fucking pink elephant named Gianni. Bringing her to orgasm with his finger while she fed was one thing, completely moving forward would not happen without her green lighting that move. Otherwise, he’d give her all the time she needed to recover. So…Sixten would simply slam his sex in the bathroom door a few times and get over it. Buy them both some time.
Sure
, that would work.

“What,” she asked on a sigh, “right now? Are you nuts?”

“Most days,” he answered with honesty. Grabbing more soap, he slipped a hand under that posh bottom and worked it between her thighs, easing around her plump flesh. “At least, so I’m told.” He grabbed a cloth, worked in more soap and went for her dark crevice. On cue, she tensed. “I know you’re not embarrassed with me, so…are we talking soreness?”

“Not embarrassed. Not sore,” she whispered, shutting those eyes again."I wasn't...he didn't..., okay?"

“Okay, angel, we’ll take it minute by minute, then,” he soothed her
. I’m going to make you feel better.

“Sounds,” she hitched, tensing when he slipped his fingertip just inside her puckered opening, “like a plan.”

“You’ll tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” He’d never taken her there.

“I don’t ever want you to stop, Six.” Her shoulders slumped when his thumbed curved, just pressing inside her tightness. The other still worked the very entrance to her lovely ass. He stared longingly at her parted lips, though those eyes stayed shut. “I think you know that by now.”

“Considering everything, you just say the word and I’ll back off.”
Look at me. I’m here in front of you
.

“Isn’t that against your nature?” Cognac eyes opened, hazed with storm clouds. “I thought the vampire’s creed went something like: take, make, own, bite, control, dominate, drink…” She shuddered and he pulled his hands away, reaching for a towel instead.

“Point taken,” he growled, dipping down and nipping her ear. “Ah, but I am
me
. And since I’m the excellence of excellence, I am absolved of your less than complimentary appraisals of my race,” he said self-importantly, eliciting a small giggle from her posh mouth. “So…keep my offer in mind.” Could he ever hold back from Blythe once they started?
The hardest thing I’ll ever do.

“Six?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

He fisted her hair, pulling her head back and arcing an extraordinary throat. His lips whispered over her tasty flesh, so soft and giving. His wet fingertips glided down her throat, his mouth followed, nipping without breaking the skin, though he longed for that little snap – even the faintest taste of her blood to cross his tongue. He extended his claws, ripping his jeans away in cotton ribbons, rubbing his long, fleshy steel over the tile. If only he could take the edge off so he wouldn’t frighten Blythe.

A long groan left
his
throat, his chest tightening with a hiss he managed to stifle, if only for now. His fangs shot back down, hanging lower than ever. Sixten’s skin tensed all over his body from muscles growing three times their normal size, maybe larger, all straining. That unique Habaline cock jutted forward, large even for an immortal. Since he could shapeshift into just about anything, in the past, he always shifted it into something human looking when coupling with other human females. However, Sixten shared this intimate secret with his Blythe. Its two extra ridges lay behind his thick, wet crown. Numerous blue cords ran under his golden skin, this particular Habaline trait was incredibly complex. In a sense, he was a walking, talking, textured sex toy built for their pleasure. He’d been told that the tiny threads were as hypersensitive as a female’s clitoris. They were a blessing from his shifter side, an alien’s way of wholly pleasuring his female. When Sixten made love to Blythe, they greatly increased their joined sensitivity, gripping her soft inner fleshy with pure greediness. A naturally intrinsic sex act they enjoyed immensely. Something only he and Blythe experienced together, since they moved only with her.

Because I love her.

Everything in him wanted to reclaim her, taking away that bastard’s scent she was unaware of carrying with something besides soap.
My semen.
My mark.
“Do you think you can take me naturally, moja láska? Or should I smooth myself down for you, maybe a size or so smaller?”

“You as you are, Six.” She nailed him with a penetrating look. “In
our
bed, please.”

“Ah, you’re gonna make me work it, huh?” He stood up, pointing at her – not with his hands.

She drew in a deep breath and asked in a dreamy tone, “For me?”

He growled low. “Say your prayers, little girl.” In vampiric speed, he had her out of the bath, dried fairly well, and tossed on her back in the middle of their bed.

“Shit!” she was laughing, a good sign.

He prowled the bed, climbing up her body on all fours. “Strike your pose.” She laughed even harder. “You’re not supposed to laugh when a male of my fortitude brings you to his bed.”

“Sorry,” she said without the least bit of apology, tugging his hair when he licked a path from hipbone to hipbone. He shook her hands off, lowering with a purpose.

Her laughter faded when his lips slid into the crevice between her sex and thigh, especially when he placed a hand behind her knee and pushed up. Exposing her sex, he spread her wide before him. “Tender and pink and mine. All mine.” More kisses, soft and easy, further relaxed her. “Say it.”

“Yours.”

“There you go.” He reached behind her other knee, pushing back in the same way, exposing her dark crevice. “Deep breaths, Blythe, just take deep breaths and hold your knees back with your hands, okay?” She did as she was told. “So sumptuous, so pretty, moja láska, I want to dip my tongue inside those satiny walls.”

Sixten trailed his thumb from her clit to her ass, and then followed with his tongue. He nipped her inner thigh when she bucked, screaming out with her climbing arousal. “Settle down, we’re nowhere near the good stuff,” he explained in a strained voice. “Let me show you what I’m talking about.” He clasped her fleshy hips in his expert hands, staring up her body, watching her nipples tightened while he rolled a single fang over her reddened nub.

“Six!”

“I know, angel.” He did it again, languishing in the taste of his female. “Be a good girl and ride it out.” She grabbed the covers, fisting them in her hands, panting for him. He dipped a tongue inside her dripping pussy, rolling, rolling, and rolling until she screamed her undying love for his oral skills
alone
. He had no doubt all the Weres on the adjacent island heard every word of her eternal gratitude. His tongue, lubricated with her arousal, coiled around that sweet clit. From there, he brought a fang back, bracing her hips and piercing her tiny flesh ever so carefully.

“Oh, my…”

He cut her off, “Who is with you now?”

“Sixten,” she gasped, drenched and needy.

He took her nether lips between his mouth, suckling her juice. “Tastes musky sweet, Blythe,” he murmured, rubbing his face all over her sex, sliding his cheek on her thighs, spreading her scent everywhere. “A proud male bathes in something this glorious.”

Back to her clitoris, he braced himself for her taste, taking calming breaths. Then he wrapped his mouth around the nub, keeping it between his fangs and suckled her, drinking small streams of blood from her most sensitive flesh.

“No, can’t take it.” Her hips were rocking, her mons grinding against his face. Signs she didn’t want him to stop. “Ah, please!” Bucking. “Please!” Shuddering. “Please!”

Red haze of blood, the sweetest he’d ever tasted coupled with the most delicious pussy.
She’s a Donor.
Must fight it. Fight. Fight. Fight. He gave her one final suck, thrusting two fingers inside her vagina, searching for that tender ridge that set off her inner fireworks every time.

“Help me!”

“There,” he groaned, talking against her core and then lowering his face until he licked deeply within her ass. Twirling his fingers, he added a third. “So tight,” he said in awe, stroking his most cherished place on her body before spearing her dark hole with his tongue.

Her skin grew warmer, breaking out in a salty sweat that spurred him on. Pounding cock was determined to take over his brain, his very control. “You’re soaking my face, Blythe.” She definitely was, and her inner flesh was fully aroused, crazy swollen. And he didn’t scent that bastard in either of her openings, the relief warming his heart. He moved his hand around, pushing his thumb inside her pussy and his long middle finger inside her ass. Working his hand, he rose over her, staring down at the woman he loved. “Look how you writhe for your male.”

“On edge.”

“I know, angel.”

“I need it.” She rode his hand and his sack drew so tight, it nearly snapped off.

“It
all
?” His Species panted, his tongue dampened with her flavor, drinking her. “Say yes or no.”

“YES!”

With a precision only an immortal male could pull off, he flipped her, positioning her on top. Easily supporting her with his hands braced under her thighs, hovering her pussy over his alien sex. His stomach clenched so hard at the sight, his hips started undulating on their own volition. “Must have you inside me, Blythe.” White seed shot out with a climax he wasn’t ready to release. Scorching jets of cream sprayed all over her, repeatedly, marking her with his scent.

“Please,” she begged for it.

“Plenty,” he started, lowering her needy opening an inch on his first ridge. “More,” he groaned, watching her pink nether lips slide around the second ridge. “Where,” he hissed when she passed the third ridge, her body clamped around his dick and milked more come from him. “That,” he groaned when those blue threads strained, fighting to grip her inner walls, “came from.” A shudder when she slid down to her pubic bone, at least, as far as he could go. There was still extra.

“Oh, it feels…incredible…and full, really full.”

His head was back, but his stare never left her. “Those gorgeous tits are going to bounce for me.”

“How can I -”

“Hush,” he snapped, lifting her easily, sliding her wet heat up, up, up. Her lips tickled the tip of his cock before he lowered her down again. And she jiggled perfectly. “Those girls are gorgeous.” After she settled, he repeated. “Watch them yourself, they’re made for my eyes.” Settle and repeat three more times. She was delirious with his teasing by round four. “Pinch your clit, squeeze the blood.” She wasted no time, shuddering when she bruised the hypersensitive flesh. “Roll your fingertip over it. Ah, now that’s a very good girl. Very nice, very pretty.”

“So good,” she groaned, still rolling, becoming wetter.

He eased her down again, his blue threads fighting hard to keep her there. His steel length forever inside her body was not a bad idea. One hand worked around her back, pressing between her shoulder blades, and bringing her heavy breasts against his chest. “Perfect fit.”

He flipped again, positioning missionary style, but his moves were nothing the human world had ever seen. Sixten gripped her ankles in one hand, licking her arches before positioning them on one shoulder. “Hold on to the headboard, angel.” He pressed to the end, feeling her cervix with the tip of his head. “This time, I promise that we’ll come together.”

She lost her breath, staring up at him. Her eyes glistening, she said, “Only you, Sixten.”

Pushing against her legs, he opened her wider, making room inside her tight sheath. As he picked up his stroking, he crooned, “Always so wet for me.”

“All yours, Sixten.”

His name on her lips, his body inside hers urged him higher. He brought her hand down to feel where they joined, something he only cared to do with Blythe. “Feel us this way.”

“Always.”

He pulled back, staring down at her face, sliding his cock all the way out before slamming back home. Her thighs wrapped around his waist, her toes digging into the backs of his thighs. “You are everything to us.”

“Us?”

“My shifter wants free.” No sooner had he said it… An inky cloud replaced his corporeal form, his shifter becoming a nighttime storm above her. Warmth thrust out, rushing her body before cooling it completely. Drawn to her throat, Sixten flicked his tongue over her frantic pulse point. Her body tightening around him, she sucked him up her channel. He heard his hiss, a long frightening sound for any female, before he felt himself bite her on that delicate tissue between her neck and shoulder, pinning her to the mattress the way males do.

His body stroked in time with his sucking, picking up speed at an inconceivable pace. Her screams blistered his sensitive ears, but he didn’t care. Her blood flowed down his throat, but somehow, he was careful. Remembering to slow his sucking, Sixten released sex-inducing endorphins instead. Heightening her into yet another climax where he would join her.

Sixten circled his hips, stretching her out. Blue cords hardened, stroking over her feminine ridges with every thrust. Their sensual abrasion stirred Blythe in a way no other male could. When she arched her throat, clenching her jaw, he knew they initiated that soft rhythmic suction that always sent them over.

Cupping her ass, he pulled her closer, grinding his pelvis over her pierced clit with the final three strokes and they exploded in unison. Both falling apart in one another’s arms, he whispered against her tiny ear, “Welcome home, wife.”