Sanibel Seduction - Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Four) (10 page)

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Don’t hang up.

She ignored it. A split second later, her house line rang. No caller ID on that one, so she wasn’t answering. Scrolling back through to call Nick, her cell rang again before she hit send. That just pissed her off in a scary sort of way. “I’ve got to get out of here,” she said, tightening her towel and heading for her old bedroom, which held the closet she used.

Then a text came through.

Her eyes shut on their own accord, squeezing tightly before she snapped them open and looked down.
I have your e-reader and your studded condom.

Shit!

She raced to the foyer and dropped her towel in her haste, before digging through her purse. Gone. Fucking gone. A password had been programmed onto that damned device, and someone had easily broken it. She’d only been to work, Nick’s place, and the restaurant. It must’ve slipped out of her bag when she pulled it from the back of her dining chair. As far as the condom went, why should she feel embarrassed to want protection? “But those e-books. Oh, shit,” she whispered as she dropped her purse. What if it were someone who would place her as Will’s old girlfriend and embarrass her publically?

Another text:
Answer me.

NO
, she replied.

Procrastination postpones - never stops.

“Oh, hell.” An ominous ring. “H-hello,” she whispered hoarsely, biting her lip in the process.

“Don’t be afraid,” a man murmured soothingly.

“Oh, of course not,” she snapped and her head spun. She was far drunker than she realized. “You’ve been in my house, and you have my e-reader and private information.” She needed to cancel that credit card they had on file.

“Don’t forget that studded condom.”

“Whatever.”

“Extra large,” he breathed. “Hoping to take a lot on?”

More like dreaming, but a stranger shouldn’t know that. “How do you know I haven’t?” She wedged the phone between her shoulder and chin, hitting the switches along the way, lighting up the house.

“Trying to make me jealous? Sometimes I find that a turn-on, but not tonight. Tonight, I want you all to myself.”

“Y-you’re coming in here?” She reached for the kitchen phone, prepared to call 911.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” She hit the buttons.

“Hang up that other phone. It’s the only way I’ll stay outside, and I can have you
far away
before any police arrive. Trust me.”

She made a noise of surprise. “T-trust you? Sure.”

“I’m merely trying to guide you in the right direction. The authorities take their time coming to neighborhoods, such as yours. Harsh, I know, but it’s the reality we live in. In case you’re second guessing me, I know you’re lovely and very naked while standing in your kitchen. Your nipples are hardening against the night air. I’m fantasying, Azure Malloy. Salivating. They long for my tongue. It’s a rough tongue, unique. You can enjoy it now if you’d like.”

“No,” she choked while putting the phone on the receiver though she didn’t remember making that decision.

“I can use it on you until dawn – nonstop - just tasting and relaxing you until you’re accustomed to my touch,” he whispered.

“Only Satan would call a stranger and paint a picture like that,” she said in a trembling voice, turning the corner to snatch her gown from her bed. “Never thought I was wicked enough to warrant a phone call from him. But life’s full of surprises.”

“Drop that gown, Azure Malloy.”
She fucking dropped it without a second thought.
What’s wrong with me?
“What do you want?”

“Ten minutes of your time,” he said simply. “I’ll cut it down to five but only for good behavior, and I mean it had better be
really
good, or I’ll prolong your sexual distress.”

Her feet became heavy, weighing her down until she sat on the tiny mattress.
What’s happening?

“Follow my instructions, Azure Malloy. Lie down. Spread your knees. Wider. A little bit more. Very nice,” he growled, rumbling her phone with incredible vibrations. “Move the hand that’s not holding your cell phone above your head. Grip your pillow. No touching until I say.”

God help her. She listened, her mouth drying with every syllable he uttered. “W-why are you doing this?”

“Tell me why you read erotica.”

“No.”

“Do you read to your lover?”

She closed her eyes, astounded that a stranger – probably a dangerous one – was staring at her naked body through the window, and it turned her on. “In between lovers right now.”

“I can put you in
between
lovers, but right now, I want to watch you come.”

Her breathing picked up. Lines of sweat trickled between her breasts. For reasons she couldn’t fathom, she wanted to be bad. Not in the way that Will had been to her, but free with her body and her sexuality. Bad enough that she couldn’t face her inner slut in the morning.

“I’m going to read to you from, by the looks of things, your favorite author.”

Her face flushed. She knew those books by heart and had read them repeatedly while pretending her hands belonged to a man’s – any man’s. After swallowing a dry lump, she released a long sigh instead of answering.

“Ready, now?”

“O-okay,” she answered, digging her fingers in her cheap sheets, thinking this was living dangerously.

“Hmmm. I’ll read your highlights, assuming you marked these passages because you found them stimulating or curiously appealing: He licked her repeatedly. Long, luxurious strokes sent his twitching cock into hungering rage and her mound into swollen desperation.”

Her back arched.

“He released her wrists and her hands went straight for his hair. She couldn’t stop herself. She was pawing and purring like a kitten.” She listened as he adjusted his phone. “Hmmm, Azure, what would it take to make you purr?”

“I-I don’t know.” When had she ever purred in her life?

“Um, back to your highlights, then,” he murmured, his voice tightening. “He put a long, thick finger inside. In and out, circling back and forth, he probed. He found it. A spot she thought didn’t exist.” Very male laughter came through the phone, the kind you heard down dark alleys. “Azure, I’m here to tell you that spot
does
exist, so don’t worry. I know
exactly
where it is. Anyway, continuing: She convulsed, screamed, and then clawed without mercy. She fought to get away from her responsiveness, but he placed a large hand on her stomach to keep her in place as he rode out her orgasm with her. Azure Malloy, I’m going to ride out an orgasm with you. Right now. We have four minutes left, but nine if you misbehave. By the sound of your breathing, I’m seriously thinking you want to misbehave, but maybe that’s just me and wishful thinking.”

“F-four minutes,” she pleaded, her soft curls dampening between her legs. How could anyone wait nine with him talking nasty like that? Azure pressed her thighs together.

“Open them. Bring that hand down instead. That’s it. Circle your pretty, red clit. Perfect. Back to your highlights, then,” he said. “He trailed a finger to her puckered opening. ‘You said you missed me, how much did you miss me when he was inside your sweet ass?’ Ah, Azure, you love ménage.” Before she could say anything, he continued. “He tipped his finger into her rosette. The scent of her pussy drove him to madness. ‘Do you want me to take you there? Say the words. It doesn’t matter what you head says, just feel me, and say the words your body wants you to say.’ What lovely quotes, Azure. I must say I would highlight the same ones. But I’ve taken the time to mark some of my favorites, too. Ones you’ve overlooked. Are you ready?”

“Ready,” she groaned. Why? She was living for the moment - a dangerous drunken moment.

“Then take your finger and trace your labia. Perfect. Again. You have no idea how much I love watching you. You’re a man’s playground, Azure Malloy. Slip one inside. Oooh, when you arch so prettily, your nipples reach for the ceiling. I want to bite them. Maybe I’ll lick the sting away afterwards, maybe not. Another finger inside, that’s it. Is it tight or do you have room for three?”

“Tight.” Even Azure heard the hitch in her voice.

“It’s been a while for you then. Push them in.” When she groaned loudly, he praised her. “Push the heel of your hand on your clit. Tell me how you feel.”

“Ready,” she admitted with a fair amount of shame. “I’m so ready.”

“Good. That’s how it’s supposed to be. You ready for me, me ready for you. I could give you such pleasure.

Instead, I’ll read and finish you off with my favorite part of your favorite book: He placed himself over the other two. This was the ultimate joining since they all could climax together. He greased up his oversized dick and placed his broad head at her gorgeous opening. He had dreamed of her for years, wanted her forever, and now he was claiming her forbidden hole. - Ah, Azure, stroke faster, that’s it, down stroke on that swollen clit. I’m so worked up, but I’ll continue just for you. – Gliding his shaft through the tightest ass imaginable, the friction was insurmountable, the sensation of feeling his partner on the other side of her thin membrane nearly unbearable. Back and forth. Back and forth. Count, Azure. On the count of three, you’re going to climax with me.”

She wasn’t mindless, but she was close. “One.”

“Sink deeper.”

“Two.”

“Open your legs wider. No matter how hard they shake, fight to spread them. Good. When you say three, pinch your sweet nipple with your free hand as hard as you can.”
Her heart raced, his voice whispering across her skin as feverish warmth reached every cell in her body. Invisible tongues licked her body, so many tongues, where had they come from? “W-who are you?”

“The one you come for.”

“I can’t.” Shivering, but now from cold, she started to thrash. Yet Azure kept her knees opened wide, just as he had instructed. “I’m dangling, but I can’t go over.”

“Just say it,” he barked harshly. “It will happen.”

“Three!” With one more deep thrust from her fingers, she pinched her right nipple fiercely. Flashes sparked Azure’s vision as she melted around her hand. He legs collapsed. One stretched over the side, pulling her pussy apart. Moisture coated her thighs and sleep threatened to override her brain. “What now?”

“Dream of me,” he said in the gruffest of whispers, “and know this, you are mine, Azure Malloy. All mine.”

A dream! Must have been a drunken dream, she thought, dropping the phone on the floor. Allowing her mind to follow her body, Azure drifted to a place where there were no monsters.

“No,” Gage snapped at Heath, roaring with the Beast. Not many Weres could manage to be-spell a human, but merely wipe their memories instead. Gage was well-versed in the ways of the Shaman, druid spirituality taught to him as a child. But he would only use it with his mate if her life or mental wellbeing depended on it. Other than helping her with a nap here or there, he hoped that he would never have to do so. “She simply fell asleep, sated by an orgasm induced by her true mate,” he explained, though he didn’t have to. Gage wanted to clean Azure’s flesh with his tongue, tasting their first orgasm together. “Off me,” he growled dangerously at the four werewolves who sat on him, holding him back. They took their lives in their own hands and would suffer nothing short of death if they continued to stand between him and what belonged to him.

“We have no right to stop you,” Heath said, bearing down on Gage’s chest, “this is a matter concernin’ you and your mate.” The other three were spread across him, grunting, all in mid-trans, and fighting to keep him from taking her. “But before we release you, think about what you’re doing. By her arousal scent, she’s at least half-human. Obviously, she lives a life devoid of our kind, isn’t a pack member, and doesna know what she is. Doona make her run. What part of her that’s human is incredibly fragile, especially her mind,” he patiently reminded Gage about everything he already knew, but right now, could care less about. “Doona break her, Ancient One. Above all, protect her from your Beast.”

Gage couldn’t take it anymore, expelling another warning growl. “She’ll never be apart from me again!” Leaving all human facade behind, he slammed their great bodies with his power, barely remembering to shield against nosy humans with his miasma while glorying in the power of his werewolf – wholly welcoming it. “Mine!” He roared, shaking the ground beneath them, tossing all werewolves off him as if they were nothing. Because, compared to his werewolf, they were. Three breaths in, one slow hiss out. “Last warning before I get
really
physical,” he grated roughly, but they understood each word. His werewolf didn’t want another male around what was his, unless it was a co-mate equally committed to protecting Azure. Gage jumped up, spinning heels over his head, baring his teeth after effortlessly landing on the balls of his feet. They lifted from the ground, holding up their large hands yielding to his power, his authority over them.

Heath still wasn’t convinced that Gage had healed enough. “We’ll stay in the area tonight,” At Gage’s growl, he quickly added, “at a distance. We don’t know who is after you or even her. And who has Sayer?”

Gage shook his head. What if something were after his new mate? He didn’t want to be picking up the pieces when they hadn’t yet begun their life together. After studying Heath through his flaring eyes, he realized that he admired him for not backing down in order to remind him of something so vitally crucial.

Taking a moment to bare his face to the moon, he then slashed his claws over a palm tree trunk, shredding it with five long marks. Not to destroy, but to warn whatever might circle her. She was under his protection. And it would remain forever.

He prowled to her back porch, her Florida room, his vision still lacking. But he enjoyed what he did see moments ago while playing with her through the phone. Her responding to his commands made him nearly lose his mind. Just like knowing she was right inside, there for the taking, made him want to come all over her creamy flesh and rub it in. Marking her in a male’s way, alongside a good bite to her throat, this was customary for his kind.