Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage (5 page)

“N
ot madness
at all
,
but
a
primal
desire for what’
s locked away
,” Afanas quieted his voice,
turning towards Rebecca’s
closed
door and trailing long fingers down
the
grain.
“You haven’
t ridden
with her, a sexual punishment wrapped in a lushly curved
package
.
  Every bump, every swa
y of the saddle, had her succulent
backside rubbing my
throbbing
cock.  Stroking and enticing
my werewolf
, it
fought
me
for hours
,
yearning
to stop in passing
field
s and
take her under the
very
sunshine, no less
.  My head is pounding alongside my
hurting
balls.  The beast is nigh enraged.
  God help me, I won’t be able to sleep this night.”

“I thought you stronger than most,” C
iaran muttered
, scrubbing
a palm over his chin in thought.

An unaffected shrug lifted Afanas’s heavy shoulder.  “It’s natural, as Renee
’s
an exquisit
e Irish mixed-blood with a plush
stature promising hearty bed play and plenty younglings
for a true mate
.  If it weren’t fo
r her scent, I’d swear she’s
full blood
.
”
  He shook his head as a man lost.  “She has fire running t
hrough her veins, passion un
tapped.”

“More like venom,”
Ciaran
barked
, pushing
thoughts of his
captive’s
divine
ass
on horseback out
of his head.
“You won’t be tapping her
passion
, Beta.”
Her
passion belongs to me.

“
I want her.”

Ciaran bent over th
e stone half wall. 
Taking
a second glance below
, he came to an obvious
assumption
.
“
There seems to be a line.”

“Ther
e’s only one way to eliminate this
particular
line
.
”

Ciaran l
eaned back
,
carefully
studying his old friend and
newly
chosen
Beta
a few long moments
. “You’re serious.”

“Absolutely.”

“
Are you daft?
”
  
Only then did he lose it.
“
She’s scheduled for execution!
”
 
Well, no one knew Ciaran’s
very recent
change of plan.

“How
shocking
is that?  For the love of God
, our females are
few and far between. 
Are you so blinded with vengeance you can’t comprehend
what I constantly remind
you? 
A mixed blood or not,
she’s far stronger than a human, a
ble
to
sexually
satiate
a full male werewolf. 
That would be me.
 
She’s b
odily
spectacular.   And a
fter
calming
he
r from this horrific
ordeal you
put her through
and
showering
her with
essential
affection,
she’ll love me
in return
. 
I want her for myself, under my protection no less
.”
  He
firmly
corrected himself, “I
will
have her
.”

Ciaran’s s
houlders knotted, bewilderment washing
his
exhausted
face.
  “Y
o
u say you
want more than to lie with her a time or two?”

“Yes.” Afanas met Ciaran’s height, wolf to wolf.

“She can’t be yours.”

“Why not?”
Afanas asked
irritably
.

“She has two mates
already
, both full werewolves:  one Beta and one Nordic Pureblood
of royal descent
.  Plus, a vampire claims her as his bride.  A bred species he is,
not the undead
,
”
Ciaran stressed.

Afanas eyes widened
, asking in clear disbelief,
“You took her from two
easily
feral wolves and a
species
vampire, but
you think we’re
crazed
?”

Brooding
, Ciaran continued, “My point is, the odds she’s yours are negligible.”

Gestur
ing toward the waiting crowd, Afanas
retorted, “None
of us would know as of yet.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I didn’t
want to bring this up
, Alpha.  Arousal didn’t blossom in your presence.  How would any of us not c
hallenge rights to claim when each
has
yet to scent her?”

Ciaran was thoroughly
insulted and didn’t bother
to hide it.
“No one can have
her, as she’s but a memory soon
.”
  
Get the other females in, and then he’d make the announcement.  Renee would be in his bed under his protection
.

Not hiding
his
astonishment
, Afanas whispered fiercely, “I
f I have to challe
nge your blood vendetta -
your oat
h, by
my hands, I will defeat every kin
who demanded that promise of you, wiping the slate clean for Renee Shirley and her clan
.
  Opening the door for her to remain mine, I will do this.
”

“Problem is, Beta,” Ciaran
hissed
, not liking
yet another
threat he
was hearing, “Principia led the vendetta, and
rightfully
demanded the oath
, as h
er
children were killed by the American Alpha and his co-mate
.
  
Principia - a
female
,
you will not
contest
.  I won’
t permit male to female challenges
under my rule, since it’s un
fair as mal
e beasts are physically stronger
.  So by all the fighting you clear the males
and defeat
them by your insistence,
Renee is still marked for death.  As Principia lives, Renee Shirley dies.
”

Ciaran witnessed clear calculation in his Beta’s eyes.  Afanas chided,
“
We both know females have no say over
head
s
of
clan
or pack
law,
and you
must meet this
declared
challenge.
I understand that y
ou simply feel disloyal to Mike
’s memory
in doing so.
  Considering that and the obvious fact that you want her for your
own
self,
” Afanas dared with a lift of his brow, “
let me upend your decision
as I throw
down the
gauntlet
.”

“Yo
u wouldn’t dare!”

“I
’m the only one allowed
,
” Afanas replied calmly, “
and I
just did.”
  Cheers
ascended
from below.

“Fine,” Ciaran barked,
“but
what becomes of her when she is found without a mate? I cannot execute one given as right to mate, it’s a separate dishonor.”

“You and your honor,”
Beta
said, a slow smile curving
his lips.  “Just as said
, you want her as much as I do
.
  Then
as she’s found mate-less, she’s
under
my protection as she takes to the Beta’s
bed.
”

“You want the mating challenge to absolve my blood oath, but my clan will slit her
throat,
unless she’s under
my
protection.  If she remai
ns unmated after this night, my bed is her only chance to liv
e.”

Afanas clearly didn’t like what he heard
.  “I hear
the truth
in your words.  If it’s the only way to spare her life from your
clan,
and you clearly won’t return her
to America
, I’m in agreement.”
  Turning to the gathered Weres he announced:  The mating challenge to absolve
the blood oath this eve
!”

An
approaching
Were
didn’t like what
he
heard.
  Tracing the curving stones, he reached the upper
landing that denoted the Alpha
’
s
private chambers.  Clothing
tucked under his arm with
food
in
hand; he
stopped before the heavy wooden door and
waited
for permission to enter.

“Who’s this?”  Ciaran demanded.

“The
miasma shaman
I promised you.”

“Aye, introduce us.
” Ciaran smiled warmly
in his
direction.

“Rye of Lakewood
, he is of H
abaline and wolf mix
.  A highly skilled mast
er at the tender age of twenty two
, can you imagine his skills
when
at your age, old friend, ancient and
fully
perfected?”

“No.
In all honesty, I cannot
imagine it so
.
” Ciaran shook his head, impressed.  “I’m glad you’re on my side, you
ng Rye
.”

“I am.”  His
voice
was
disarming
,
yet
conf
idence lined
his simple words.

“So by all accounts, you can sense another Were, shifter, or vampire
, species or undead,
minutes before their molecules form on my land.”

“Some creatures
take
longer, some
take
less time, depending on their age
,
abilities
,
and power
, but yes, I can
feel their presence before they
make it known through solidification.”  He clutched the clothes in his hands, bringing them to his chest.

“Quite a powe
rful tool,” Afanas
boasted
.
“Rye
can prevent attacks befor
e they begin by a simple word from his
lips,
a warning
expediting our readiness
.”

“Over the centuries, I’ve heard of those
few
blessed with your skills, yet
I
have not witnessed them.  I loo
k forward to it, Rye of Lakewood
.”
  The Alpha spoke.

He
gave a slight bow to his Alpha and
Beta.  Not charmed by the Beta
’s praise, nor
impressed by his Alpha
’s actions
, his
thoughts stayed locked tightly within his psyche, not wanting
to taint his scent
and
showing his hand
.  All he desired was to step inside the next chamber.  A
fragrance
wafted from under the door:  sunshine, field flowers, and miserable female.  If he were in her shoes, he would feel the same way
. 
But
he, as a male, would get
far
nastier
and fast
.
  What sane being wouldn’t? 
  “I have clothes
and sustenance
for your captive.”