Captiva Craving - Vampire Werewolf Menage (Six Feet Under Series Book Two) (34 page)

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Oh, my God!”

Though they both knew that Kash scented Blythe’s dream-induced orgasm the most, Sixten went along with his friend while waiting for Bane to show up. Something was amiss and he wanted to deliver the news to them personally. “They never stop tailing her, no matter what I do or say. Werewolves hang in there like roaches yawning under a nuclear assault.”

Another long moan from Blythe, this one was definitely louder. For once, he wished they didn’t have immortal hearing. Both were getting hard. An awkward silence passed. Kash took two steps up, stalling on the third without saying anything.

Sixten went on, trying to lighten the mood. “Yep, next thing you know, they’ll ask me to install a doggie door through the kitchen.” He put his bare foot on the deck railing, sliding over to straddle it. “Since I’ve had this house warded up nice and tight, they can’t mist inside freely.”

“You hired a shaman?” Kash’s brows popped. “What did that set you back?”

“My soul,” he quipped and tossed his hair from his eyes, watching the waves roll over the horizon. “I don’t care. I’m richer than Midas, and Blythe will live in a home as humans are accustomed.” He leaned back on his arm, wondering if he could, indeed, harness that peculiar Habaline electrical power and protect his property with it. If Rave conducted it in a damp underground facility, why couldn’t Sixten use it topside? “You saw how she freaked out when I brought her back to our Sanctuary.”

“Yeah, she sure can’t go bottom side for a while.”

Sixten snorted, “For a while? Try never. That bastard Marchii kept her underground.”

“If the Pack hadn’t covered for you, shit, I mean were talking about dealing with the Dynasty Empire.”

“I’m not convinced about the Marchii’s Romeo routine, Kash. My Habaline shifts beneath my skin. It’s uneasy.” That was a grand understatement. Though his shifter had calmed down quite nicely after claiming back Blythe, its restlessness still unnerved him. “It claimed Blythe as its mate in your room at the Sanctuary. It senses something…a disaccord I can’t name.”

“Maybe Maestru can coerce her to stay bottom side until we figure this out.”

“No.”

“She mentioned she wanted to assist Dru at the faction facility. His mate, Renee, enjoys helping out there.”

“Not until Blythe calms down a bit more, at least.” His wife still didn’t want to give up her dream of owning an accounting firm. And although he was aged, he understood modern society quite well. No matter how much she enjoyed his spoiling her, and Sixten would never stop, she required a higher sense of purpose. In the future, he would like that to include bearing his children. And he had a suspicion his shifter side tried to get her pregnant tonight. It kept her locked to Sixten’s body with those barbs he never realized that he had while his seed emptied into her womb. Surprises happened every damned day. “Not too long ago. I promised to put Blythe in my father’s firm, but I can’t have her ‘out there’ like that. And when I preform my duties, I can’t ask you guys to stay on her all the time. I mean, I’ve got to find a way to trust the guards in place without the Vojaks shadowing her.”

“That’s got disaster written all over it.” Lavender eyes focused with purpose. “But if we worked opposite shifts.”

Meaning if Sixten allowed him to co-mate his wife, her protection would double. “Not tonight, Kash, I have a headache.”

“Sixten, you know what I want,” he breathed, cocking his head as her moans died down. “Between the two of us, she’s well protected.”

“She shot down Jayce Jordan at INKS, would hear nothing of rights to mate, even though it would save her life if a werewolf male claimed her.” Sixten would rather share her than watch her die or turn Undead. He loved his old man, but he didn’t want her turned if he could help it. And if Kash were her Patriarch, owning her, his death would send her into the arms of his nearest male relative. From there, she would become property of a different sort. “She says she can’t love another. Why can’t you understand?”

“That’s where humans have us beat. They move on from mate to mate, but you know we can’t.” He shoved his fists in his pockets, shaking his head. “We’re not made that way.”

“Later.” Sixten inhaled sharply. “I smell the Beta coming.”

Rock stood between two large palms, his claws thrust through each trunk, purposely trapping his body. His head remained down, canted, his glowing eyes staring through hair black as midnight. Panting heavily, he’d fully transformed into the mighty werewolf who led the Pack’s security with an iron claw. Yet fought to hold himself back…from something.

Bane scented no prey, no enemy circling.

Rock’s hips tilted up, his shoulders stretching out, his body undulating until the massive trees shook as though they were mere twigs.

“Shit, man.” Bane followed Rock’s line of vision straight to Sixten’s house, not bothering to suppress his smile. “How long have you known Blythe was your female?”