Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage (2 page)

Answering cries marked the day, lightening the air, bettering the
mood. His guard filled with
infectious excitement.  Dare i
t be happiness?   As he moved forward
, t
he battle-weary villagers watched
in shocked silence, soaking in
the
sudden change and deciding their future:  life or de
ath.  They had a full night
to make the right decision
.

Nice guy was he.

Riding in well-earned glory across the rolling hills,
fragrant
meadows and the sun-kissed gardens that encompassed the greatest ca
stle and surrounding lands hidden
among the Weres, he stood taller in his saddle – if that were eve
n possible considering his size, pride layering triumph.
 

With his nod, the bound
l
ass and Beta followed behind
. 
The Alpha struggled
not to unmask her while trying to
fathom
why.
Ciaran
longed for
Renee to see his childhood home through his eyes, beholding the site which stood proudly atop the greenest hill on this very earth
.  He wondered
.  Would she like it?   Still, he frowned
briefly
, wondering
even more.  Why should
he care?

Headed for home,
Ciaran studied the
striking
expanse.  Surrounded with nature, the
green
fields stretched endlessly, inviting him back.  The ones he trotted through as a child, playing childish games.  The ones he trained in as
a teen, playing
in
adult
competitions
.  Horrifically later
, the ones he fell to his knees in
as his
family and
God-given
mate were
slaughtered afore his
still
young eyes.

Year
s of anguish cast his soul.
Thus
, v
engeance lured his beast
, or was it the other way around?  More likely, Ciaran necessitated vengeance.
No
matter, after centuries, one didn’t exist without the other
.

Body splashed with blood, hair dark as moonless nights, face metal glinting
in the noonday sun, Ciaran
strode
through the gates.  A monumental moment, yet sad
ly, his kin rested
cold i
n the ground, unable to share retribution
.
“Raise the colors of our clan,” he ordered, “high above the t
allest peak.”  He motioned to a
barren
pole that once held his family’s flag, their crest.  Galloping on, he hear
d the swoop of the flag behind him.  And a wide smile split his face as he lifted it to the sun.

No longer am
I the uncrowned.

Lowering from his mount
, Ciaran rubbed his horse
affectionately, crooning.
“What a magnificent
beast you are, my brave friend. T
hat makes two of us.”  Still smiling
and
hailing the others riding
in, all strong werewolves
and
all
were remarkably alive. 
He stepped to his Beta and inquired, “Not
single death, no?”

Afanas mirrored Ciaran’s
same arrogant smile.  H
anding him the
Shire’s reins, he asked,
“Were
you expect
ing
anything less?”

“I can’t say that I was
.  The Habalines, did they clear the castle?”

“All before the attack, and get this, we have a hot meal ready
and clean beds waiting
.”  A
fanas brought his head against
Rebecca
’s
.  “Do you hunger
, lass?
  Steady
the
trembling, as I kept you safe through battle, and it’s long over.” 

“For
what?” she
shot through the cloth.  “So you can
kill me in some grand ceremony? 
I’d r
ather your so-called enemies take
the pleasure
than give you
r clan
the fucking satisfaction.”

“Such a foul mouth
for a lady
,
” Ciaran admonished.

“A lady t
opping your
death list,” she hissed, turnin
g her cloth covered head towards
his voice.

“Topping or tup
ping?” 
Ciaran’s smile
stretched
, though she couldn’t see it.  An irresisti
ble scent, she had, even tainted
with
anger.

Even now, weary and covered in blood, h
e wanted to bed her
.
 
His body
was
c
onstantly flustered
as
Ren
ee Shirley’s allure
drew the Alpha
without relent
, stirring Cia
ran to an unquenchable
hunger
.
 
By God,
t
he
beast
was itching for her and aggravated to no end
that
he couldn’t scratch
.
More than agg
ravated, he craved
her
day and night since they met
.
Fighting within himself,
back and forth Ciaran
went, knowing what he
had
to do, all the while knowing what he
wanted
to do.
A
conundrum of
profound
‘
fuckedup
ness
’
he’d n
ever encountered in all his days.

Ciaran had already found his mate
. 
Dead
or not, it was a one shot deal for all werewolves.  
But
Renee Sh
irley called to him
somehow
,
his werewolf sensed her, knew her. And most dangerousl
y and thereby the most startling, the beast hunted her. 
Searching
w
hen she was out of sight, he howled inside C
iaran’s head until she was brought nearby
.  Dare he say under its protection
?

So she was
not a
faceless face on a warm female
body
.
Not anything close, his captive
was
a dark fire
that slowly licked
his immortal soul.
In scant time,
s
he tortured him with want, pulling him to her
feminine warmth
.
  Her body, a
blue flame personified,
ran
hotter than her vibrant red curls
cascading
her back
; the very curls he wanted to run his fingers through, starting from her head and ending
at the ones nestled
be
tween her lovely thighs.
He’d follow those
fingers with his tongue. 
Stretching
h
er naked across his bed
, he’d fist those glossy strands
at her nape
, maybe nip
her tender shoulder
, mark her
.   Opening her wide, he’d sink
deep inside her readied
body and never leave.

Her laughter
broke through
.
“
Tu
p
you? 
Never.
  
You can go to the devil, Alpha.  It’s where you and your clan belong
, rotting in hell.” Renee’s
laugh
, muffled by the heavy fabric, sounded
as
exhausted
as Ciaran felt
.
 
But she droned on.
“Who am I kidding?  They’d probably send you back.”

Brought out of his lascivious
thoughts, Ciaran
had to admire
her sauciness. 
“So you’re sayin
g the devil couldn’t take me on?
”

“Only you wo
uld find the worst of insults
a
compliment,
”
             
she snorte
d quite angrily.

Gripping
her
waist
, Afanas reluctantly handed her down
to his Alpha
.
  “Steady on your feet,”
Ciaran
lowered his voice, not wanting the others hearing any help he offered
a prisoner.  Also
, it
was
a bit husky from the feel of her
lush
body as it slid down his.
  “Shake out your legs, get the blood flowing.” 
Poor lass wasn’t
used to riding for
hours; he thought,
seems she wasn’t used to riding at all. “If necessary, I can rub your backside a
wee
bit, as I’m told it helps with numbness, increasing circulation
and all
.”

She had the audacity to stomp his foot. 

He crowded her, curling his gigantic frame around her much smaller one. 
“Now you see,
that was a
wrong move
, lass,” he whispered darkly,
no longer amused but
on the
snapping
thread of control. “
So
I’m afraid there’s only one punishment fitting for an open atta
ck against a
ruling Alpha.”  Easily t
hrowing her over his shoulder, he
heard the breath leave her body
in a
startled
whoosh
.  Struggling somewhat
, she
quickly
stea
died her breathing as he marched
inside his
reclaimed home. 

“
Finally
, get it over with
!”
she
cried
.

Bounding the
stairs and heading for his mother’s
old bedchamber, he brought his free hand up her thigh, pausing
when her body drew tighter.  “
No more death this day
, lass,” he
declared
, fig
hting the urge to bite her hip
.  “
Brave or stupid, I hav
e yet to decide what you are
.  But kno
w this,” he murmured
,
happily
steadying her wiggling ass
with a large warm palm
.
“
When
you play wit
h fire, Renee Shirley, you never
just sweat.”

2

A
narrowing corridor
, the smell of a
nother dank castle, a second
tight
squeeze – definitely a door, Ciaran
plunked Rebecca
down on something soft.
  Shit
, she was bound on a
bed.   No, no, wasn’t gonna happen with him, she’d kill
herself
first. 

Endless d
ays she’d masqueraded as
her best friend Renee
.
Rubbing against any human who
passed her way
, Rebecca had hidden
her
W
ere
scent
well
.  A mixed-blood she was supposed to
be.  She wasn’t, though Renee
was. 
Getting this
t
rickery past Ciaran
and his pack
was becoming more difficult
by the hour.

Yes,
s
he believed women were as
cap
able
as men and could accomplish
anything they could
. B
ut Rebecca
had to face it. 
Ciaran was a
t least a thousand years old.  Lethally v
ersed in magic, built with power – may have invented it, and his immortal mind
, alongside the inner residing Alpha beast,
had a vast amount of learned knowledge
, brute strength
,
and natural ability
on her young
twenty-two years.