Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage (10 page)

“She wants to speak, Ciaran.” Afanas passed concern, arrived at panic. “She can’t.”

“Makes no sense,” Arrogant Alpha chimed in, “she’s mixed, shouldn’t affect her
blood
so.”

“Herbs are easily diluted with potent immortal blood.” Warm breath stroked her cheek before nimble fingers pried her eyes wide.  “Pupils not overly dilated - should work, Alpha.”

“So be it, I’m misting.  Mind to mind if needed, otherwise miles away I’ll be as I want no part of this.”

No part of
this?
  “What?” she mumbled.

“Drink,” Afanas directed.  Blood slicked her lips, wet fingertips
prodding her mouth and
stirring hunger. 

“Blade,” she said.   Vaguely remembering
her man, she
refused nature’s heady elixir, “want Blade,
mine
.” Spinning and
darkenin
g, her world was slipping away.

Cautiously amused, Afanas joked to a nearby male, “She wants her blade, no doubt to gut me.  Can’t say that I blame her,” he finished sadly.  “I’d gut me, too.  Traditions…,” his voi
ce trailed
before he cleared his throat.
“
But these traditions will save you. 
Heal, drink what I offer.  Body’s too cool, beautiful, so warm yourself with my blood lest you die.” 

Anything to stay alive she would take.
Then she could kill Ciaran.
Who was Ciaran?  Spinning, panting, confusion was her master.   With a sharp inhale, she kept her eyes shut and t
agged his flesh. Drawing her
tight against his broad chest, grunting, he praised, “That’s a good girl…more...take it…Ah….” 
So good and so not Blade.
  A first taste wasn’t her true mate. It was wrong, yet she wanted more.  Every drop Afanas had she needed desperately.  Who was Blade?

Whiskers tickled her temple.  His throat vulnerable under her seeking lips, she nursed greedily, increasing her draws.  Shivers followed – theirs.  “It’s okay,” he soothed, “
it’s
working.” 
Through his erotically charged groans, he admitted that he wanted her badly.
  
H
e moaned
, “You
feel...” Words died as his weight pushed into her, atop her. 
Heavy.
  A real man, he was a
savage beast, a living bodily vessel for punis
hing wicked sex
.   T
he kind secreted behind lovers’ whispers
that
lurked
in dark dungeons
, dripping behind shadows – waiting for her. 
And she was s
exually provoked as
his blood filled her long past physical ne
ed to bloodlust.
Flesh
plumped
betw
een her thighs. 
I
want him.

Wet.  Slick.  Ready.

He drugged me.

Magnificent body:  broad and fully male.  Erect. 
What could you do to me?
  Fighting within herself, she released his vein, slowly licking her mouth
.  I will not look at you.

“Much better, your color’s back, you’re ready,” his words softly eased.  Gentle hands lifted her skirt.  A whispered touch along her knees reached higher.  Body forever spinning though going nowhere, Rebecca remained drugged even with his ancient blood inside her veins.  Climbing her thighs, Beta’s fingers sought her pulsating core.  “Exquisite,” his voice held delectation, “such porcelain skin, fiery curls.  Not supposed to taste,” he whispered unabashedly, “but Alpha is miles away, and I can’t resist you.”

Taste me.

Running his finger along the lacy edge of her panties, Afanas sniffed
longingly
before pushing them aside.  Tongue elongated by the Were, he stroked her once, swiping top to bottom.  “Luxuriously decadent, just as I thought you were, beautiful.” A slow nod over her apex before he warned, “You will come.”

An unhurried circling over her inner lips, matched by his middle finger thrust inside. Round and round they went:  a lengthening tongue, raspy and unmistakably werewolf – a calloused hand too familiar with her body.  Rebecca ground aga
inst him, feeling no shame
impaling on his
hand.    Clutching the back of his head, she crushed his nose against her swollen clit – heavenly friction.  She wanted everything, demanding, “MORE.”

The wind picked up, playing darkly with h
er
nipples
.  I am completely naked.
  Then, her mind twirled, forgetting again and feeling wonderful under the Beta’s hands.  Knowing she could climax if he allowed.  “Tease,” she flirted dangerously, panting with him.  Hot
gasps prodded her drenched sex
.

“No, savoring,” Afanas admitted, nipping the line between her thigh and womanly flesh.  “I might not have this again, as I don’t feel
you’re
celestially
mine. 
Feeling
doesn’t lesse
n the blow.  I want you, Renee
.  I’ve wanted you every day during the weeks that battles and your captivity forced us together, you depending on my protection. Knowing you won’t remember this makes it all the more painful for me.  Even so, you will take final pleasure now.” 

Unearthly tongue reached deeply inside, circling her inner walls, leisurely licking each ridge.  He missed nothing.  Pinching her swollen nerves between his thumb and forefinger, Afanas pulled
back the hood, exposing more
in
timate flesh.  Aligning his nose
with her eager clit, he rubbed her rhythmically as his tongue fea
sted inside, matching her grinding
tempo swipe for swipe.  Not a drop escape
d when she gushed sweetly
.

And with her climax
, her walls fisted.  Strangling his tongue, causing more groans, reaching them both in a way
they
wouldn’t forget, ever.  He branded her.

Panting all around, a few males lingering, some wandering away, she felt emotions slide over her.  Some males sad, some lusty, some content as they too sated themselves.  Her eyes remained closed, because she told herself that this wasn’t happening.

And Afanas was not finished.

Head burrowing in, fingers joined his tongue, stretching her to the point of pain, but not.  The roughly crisp whiskers digging her pink flesh hurried until she splintered.  Afanas pulling completely from her, she exploded.  Frightened though thoroughly
replete
, Rebecca flowed
once
again.
  Arousal
streamed her swollen rosy lips and
her inner thighs, before
finally reaching the crevice of her virgin ass.

Perfuming the air with delicate
ly floral
musk,
her body relaxed.
She
heard Afanas say, “No one feels the mating call, claims her by scent, yet everyone wants her, including me.  Gather her clot
hes and we’ll bathe her for the Alpha
,” he commanded another male. “
It’s the only way. Otherwise, she’s a wasted soul
slaughtered by his foolish pride
.
  Place sentinels in her corridor, don’t give any member of Ciaran’s clan a bleeding inch near her.
”

“
W
hy a
m I summoned out
here?”
Principia hugged her elbows; blood-red nails tipped her knotted fingers.

Hatred painted the scene, ugly and putrid.  When he vowed Renee’s life for Mike’s death, he should have done so without his aunt.  Hindsight’s a
bitch; he
mused, much like Aunt Principia.  “A rebuttal ag
ainst the blood oath, the
males threatened
to overturn our clan and called rights to mate challenge presented with my captive.”
 
Although I would have anyway.

“Which captive?” she asked bored
.  Glancing at the headsto
nes, a moment lost
before
turning back
to
him.

“You’re serious?”

“What?” Palms up, red da
ggers pointed
skyward
.

“What have I become that you think I have more than one female captive?"

“The same thing you were
when you took one.”
  She
barked with laughter, holding her scrawny middle
.

“I carry this throne
for my father’s memory, bearing every stain darkeni
ng our legacy.  I came to improve this monarchy
.”

“Then you will die as your father did.” Humor
vanished, allowing her
snarl.
“He
lost everything because he couldn’t mind his busine
ss.
”

“Habalines killed my family and
precious
mate because my father tried to protect our females – his duty to his pack.   Don’t you remember anything? 
You were there.  Females, even mixed-bloods,
were stolen left and right
and
held in breeding c
amps to regenerate a dying species
. 
Habalines don’t need God-given mates, just immortal descent.   We do! 
So I’m to i
gnore the dimini
shment of our very race you say
?
” Eyes flared the Alpha beast. “I have never struck a female in anger, but st
ill, I strongly suggest you back up
.”  A cool blade shaped
his words, sharp and threatening.

“Anger feeds me.” She stood her ground, testing him.  “Was that an order?”

“Did you think it one? How do you take me now, in a pleasant mood perchance?”  A tree thick as his body fell scant feet from her, slamming the ground with
savagery his beast channeled.  Ciaran
crossed his arms and waited.

She blinked nervously, stepping a few feet from him.  “You wouldn’t kill your mother’s sister.”

“Your petition
I accepted,
but nothing more
.  You’ve fooled yourself into thinking you’re an equal since then.  Let me clarify your position.   A passive threat, a flighty feminine order spewing from your aged lips, or a pretense your mind fabricates convincing itself that you wield power over me will meet the same end:  my wrath.  I tire of defending you.  Now my life will change to save another from death.”

Expelling a calming breath, he ran large fingers through blue-black hair.  Muscles bunched his biceps, contracting and releasing the tribal ink littering his skin.
He continued, sharply defined,
“But your life
will change as compensate.  I’
ll continue to provide for you, but you will reside elsewhere.”

“Awa
y from the pack we just rebuilt?
”

He shook his head,
piercings glinting in the moonlight
.  “For such an ancient, you’re a youngling without youth
ful spirit
but
full of
ignorance.  YOU REBUILT N
OTHING!”  Flashing the wolf, Ciaran’s
seams threatened, tightening his too-tight jeans.  “You care nothi
ng for others, how they hurt or
how you destroy.”

“You lecture yourself, nephew,” she whispered smugly.  “You are no different, just male.”

Rocks moved, threatening to take aim and pummel his aunt
with
the
Alpha’s ire. 
Tamp
yourself,
beast
, he ordered.  “You’re things have been packed,” he addressed Principia curtly, wondering
if she knew how close she was
to deadly claws unsheathed.  He doubted it.

Shocked gasps hit his
ears.  If she started her bellowing
, he’d snap. 
She asked aghast,
“You’re
really
removing me from your protection?”

“I’ve made detailed arrangem
ents with the Norwegian pack.  As I said, m
y financial blessings still remain; however, you’re under their Alpha’s protection.”  Thankful the Norwegian Alpha could be
bribed; he
continued, “It’s a done deal as the Americans say.  I’ve secured you a dwelling.  Nothing remotely humble about it, you’ll be well pleased.”

Before this meeting, he’d called to his newly appointed staff, well settled now in less than a day.  Mentally directing them to his bidding, he wanted Principia gone from sight – every trace of her.  A hideous reminder she was.

Aide memoire to what he’d become.