Sanibel Seduction - Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Four) (3 page)

“Our whole objective was to save her. Throwing her to swamp creatures sort of defeats that purpose.” Collin kept walking since the female wasn’t in any shape to fang her throat in order to mist her to safety. “She would have died without me. I claim her.”

“Can’t be done.”

“And why not?” Collin snapped irritably. “Nothing’s given me the greatest pleasure since I’ve touched her, felt her just now. And she’s
unconscious
, mind you. Which leads me to believe we’d fit rather well when she’s up and around. Why exactly would I want to give up such intriguing possibilities when I can have her in my lair?”

“Get over it,” Tare warned as they neared a clearing full of unmarked vehicles. “I scent that she’s a mixed-blood - probably why the thing was after her – and we’ve had enough trouble with the werewolves lately thanks to Maestru.”

Collin gave a mirthless laugh. “
I
scent that she smells like my savior. My one.”

Tare snorted. “Scent my ass. She looks like an exotic angel with lush, ripened curves. That’s why you think she’s your
one
.” Tare opened the door to their blacked-out suburban, helping Collin settle her inside. “I can see that you’re going to be, uh, reluctant to give her back. But you will.
We
will. And she’ll never know what happened on this night. She’ll never remember that thing that hunted her.” He lowered his voice, staring into the depths of Collin’s eyes. “We’ll wipe her memory clean. Be thankful that we had saved her before he claimed her. We’ll have him locked away shortly, and he won’t be able to hurt another again.”

“He didn’t look as though he was hurting her at all. But I guess you’re right as always.” Collin sounded haunted, almost hollow. “Maybe I just need to feed, get her to her home…and then I’ll forget her.” He firmed his voice, seemingly to convince himself of his resolve, “Yes… I’m quite sure I can forget her once she’s safe and out of my sight.”

“I enjoyed bringing Renee to Miami,” he said, eyeing Tatum critically. “I didn’t realize I would be back within hours.”

“That makes two of us, man.”

Everyone had enjoyed an exceptional day together on Miami Beach, a day which brought most of their new family together. Rebecca’s new mates Ciaran and Blade were there, as well as Renee, Bane, Arian, and Dru. They’d all said their goodbyes only to need Dru hours later. Tatum had started cramping so badly that she wanted to go to the hospital, frightened by intense pain. Jayce knew better. The hospital wasn’t what she needed.

Tatum needed her Alpha.

Full moon wasn’t upon them yet, though the celestial pull this time of the year was undeniable. A perfect time to get her pregnant with the next Alpha – a precious child, something they’d wanted for far too long. And with the moon’s added boost, his beast was working her body and preparing her for its seed. By pure instinct, Jayce knew he could pull everything off before the sunrise – a couple of hours away.

“Let me know when you’re ready to mist her back to Miami,” Dru said as he started dissolving into air, “I’ll be with Renee, waiting on Captiva.” Jayce watched him mist away with the remnants of the night.

Tatum grinned in a silly way, giggling. Buzzed on some pain medicine Dru shot her with and was more than horny from the good doctor’s vampiric bite, which was chocked full of climax-inducing endorphins. Those things coupled with her heat made for one playful mate.

She started climbing his back like a little hellcat, clawing to get up. He growled at her, “That would feel better if you were naked.” Inciting him further, she ground her center against his hip. “Hmmm, you’re grinding that cute, little clit on me, stirring up the Alpha Beast the way only naughty queens can. Matches and gasoline, honey,” he purred, pulling her around to his front, “matches and gasoline.”

He cupped her sweet ass, pressing it against the ridge of his needy cock, readying to explode deep inside her luscious heat. At the same time, he scanned the area, looking for anything that could harm her. He didn’t sense others in the immediate vicinity, besides Rock and four pack members from his security detail. Rock was circling the marsh, double-checking for shifters. Two Norwegian pure bloods who were Arian’s brothers prowled on the west side. And Jayce scented Heath and Jude Faden coming up behind them. All guards were the best of the best, hugely powerful and ready to kick ass at any given moment. They sure could pack an unholy punch when separate, but when combined, look out. So the Alpha could concentrate on his mating without scanning its surroundings continuously in order to keep Tatum safe.

Heath and Jude closed in on them, keeping several paces behind. Ciaran’s blood ran strong through their Were veins, new power the pack needed as of late. Their females were scarce, and the ones they were blessed with were constantly faced with danger. Jude and Heath were powerful trackers who aided in finding what mixed-bloods were unmated so Bane could appoint a specific unmated male to each of them, watching them from a carful distance.

“Is this what I think it is?” Jude whispered to Heath, realizing Jayce could hear but not Tatum.

“Looks that way,” Heath rumbled, throwing out waves of powering with every step.

“Jayce,” Tatum grumbled, talking against his throat between little flicks from her tongue.

“Tatum,” he answered sternly, knowing where this was going.

“You said two witnesses were needed for this conception,” she huffed, but didn’t stop her grinding. “I distinctly see four, and Rock makes five. You promised you would never lie to me.”

“Never deceived you, honey.” His canines were shooting down, scraping his bottom lip. “Plans change all of the time. Where you’re concerned, we’ve been dealing with some nasty, greedy hands.” She wiggled around, trying to bring herself to orgasm, but he held her off. He needed her sitting on the verge of sexual desperation, and then she might forget she had an audience. Not likely, but that’s what he was hoping for. “I’m not taking any chances out here in the marsh. Your safety is paramount.” He was a slave to Tatum, his only desire in life was to please her, be inside her. Everything else was secondary. “Have I told you today how much I love you?”

“A hundred times or so, but you can say it again if you want to.”

“Oh, I love you. I love you when you’re grouchy just as you’re getting right now.” He dipped his head down, running the tip of his nose over hers. “I love you in the middle of the night -”

She interrupted, “You love me a
lot
in the middle of the night.”

“It’s Bren’s fault,” he said innocently. “He always gets hard in his sleep, and those wet, fleshy sounds when he takes you wake me up. All that moaning and groaning, how’s a man supposed to get any shut-eye?”

“It’s the very reason I have bags under my eyes.”

“You don’t have bags under your eyes.” He gently kissed one, right at the edge where her eyelashes always tickled him, and pulled back to enjoy how it sparkled far better than a flawless sapphire. “Relax with me, now.”

“I don’t like this.”

“You will in a minute.” He lifted her dress over her head and laid her back on a soft blanket. Bren had told her to leave off her underwear, and for once, she’d listened. “I can’t believe you followed instructions,” he laughed lightly, enjoying the view that had nothing to do with the island. “I’ll have to conjure up another reason to spank you later.”

“Why do we have to make up reasons, anymore?”

His smile widened at her honesty, she loved her little erotic punishments as much as he enjoyed delivering them. Under what was left of the moonlight, she glistened for him. A sheen of perspiration spread across her skin as her pupils dilated, all evidence of her readiness. He moved a giant palm on each knee, spreading her wide for his perusal. Tatum’s arousal scent hit his beast, a drugging aroma for all Weres, but especially for her true mate. He stared at her a long, hard moment. Not caring that five beasts walked around them, their bodies inhaling deeply, their sex growing hard for what was his. None of that mattered tonight. His Beast never deterred from its viciousness but remained level per the enormity of the moment. The rules were followed. Two witnesses were always required during the conception of an Alpha.

During this time, they could look all they wanted, fantasize how they needed. Jayce was in the now – the moment he’d longed for, relishing the thought of blowing his seed all inside her to conceive their first child. He’d never felt so proud in his life, so fucking masculine. One with a primal purpose to procreate - to keep his line going for his species - but more than that, he wanted to raise younglings with Tatum and Bren. Just like any other family.

His tongue lengthened, growing for her sweet pussy. Tatum’s pink flesh was all plumped and primed. And the Alpha beast wanted out to play. “It is custom for you to be tied during this mating.” He skimmed his hand up her thigh, hovered over her core a moment before running the backs of his knuckles over her labia. “You are familiar with our bondage games and have grown to love them as much as Bren, and I do.” Her hips bucked, seeking his strong fingers.

“But,” she groaned at the contact. “You’re going to be in mid-transformation. I don’t, uh, want that.”

Meaning she still didn’t trust his Beast. “My werewolf doesn’t need dominion over you in that way. A few restraints do not mean anything to a creature that is strong enough to toss a car over its head. Restraints keep you from running, a safety measure of sorts. So you’re not
chased
.” This is where things got tricky. He bent down, laved a pulse point on her thigh, and worked his middle finger inside her tight sheath. Tatum’s eyes literally rolled back. “Honey,” he purred, sliding the tip of his tongue, up, up, up, before circling the tasty flesh around her clit. He loved it there, all tangy, whetting his appetite. “I’m going into full transformation.”

“The hell you are!”

He sucked her nub between his teeth, grazing it lightly. Again, the heat consumed her, reminding her why they were there in the first place. After she had cried out, on the verge of climax, he drew back. “All of us will be at the Alpha’s mercy” – Jayce stared straight up the length of her body, meeting her frustrated gaze with a reassuring smile – “but mainly you.”

She shook her head no, and started to crab walk, backing away from him. Unconsciously opening and closing her legs, teasing him with that luscious flesh. And those heavy breasts were bouncing all over the place. “Jayce, you never said -”

And just like that, he lost himself. Wholly incited, and beyond containment. He caught her by the waist. What humanity he had dropped down into an internal, wicked well where there was only one way out. And until he took her hard, in a brutal rhythm she was still unaccustomed to, his Beast wouldn’t be satisfied. Not tonight. Not when its need was more than it could bear. Three choppy breaths in, one long rumble out. “You know better than to run,” he grated in a distorted voice owned by the Alpha, “from me.”

“I love you in all forms, but you’re
too scary
this way,” she argued, her nipples pebbling for his attention.

An incredible flash, a streak of lightening, and a rough rolling underground symbolized the moment. Jude eased away, heading to the east side of the property where he scented something. Rock and Heath drew closer, within touching distance as the other two flanked the area – protecting their queen with their lives. Three breaths in, one long hiss out. Jayce’s blood raced his veins. His seed pounded deep inside his heavy sack, aching for release. With his index finger, he pointed at Tatum, communicating with Rock the way Weres do.

Rock nodded and gently grasped Tatum’s wrists and eased them over her head, effectively pinning her. “Relax into this,” he urged in a whisper.

Heath kneeled down beside them, brushing her hair from her sweat-slicked forehead. With a sex-husky drawl, he said, “He’s waitin’ for her to kneel, presentin’ her wee body for his cock.” He pulled a small bottle of liquid lubricant from his pocket, and she glared at him with murderous intent. “The vampire doctor left this just for you,” he explained uneasily. “By the looks of him” – he tilted his dark head towards Jayce - “I suggest you set to usin’ it.”

“My body always gets prepared for him, no matter how large
it
gets.” Her skin blazed red with embarrassment she couldn’t begin to hide, but anyone could see that she was determined to see this through. The desire for a child overrode anything, the urge to procreate with her husband - her mate - stayed an unbelievable drive, a primal instinct. Just as much as Jayce’s need to impregnate her. Heath started opening the bottle. “Any chance you two would leave?”

“Canna, I’m afraid,” Heath answered, flashing unbelievable silver eyes exactly like Ciaran’s, “unless you changed your mind about gettin’ with bairn.”

“Ugh!”

“I’ve witnessed this once before, it’s over quickly,” Rock added.

Jayce protracted his claws, savagely tearing his clothes away before cupping his balls in his large palm, overflowing it. When he gave them a good squeeze, his hips undulated for her. The beast wanting what was his underneath him. He began stroking himself, not concerned with their arguing, completely focused on the wet sex between her legs. His long tongue snaked out, curling around a canine. Tatum was extraordinary. His. He wanted her so much that his need was border lining violence, but he could rein in its intensity once he penetrated her.

Rock took the bottle, opened it, and dumped its contents between her legs with a scarce glance, but anyone could see the ridge from his thick crown etching his jeans. Unlike Heath, Rock was short on patience, not much for bedside manner. “Get him going and we can all go home. I won’t be able to get a female this close to dawn, so I see hours of stroking ahead of me before sleeping.” And just like that, he flipped her.