Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage (6 page)

“Clothes?”
  Ciaran questioned, and then nodded.  “
Yes, she’s in need
of both

You may enter.
  But why is my shaman acting as a chamber maid?

Afanas had to laugh.

Even though Renee
clearly hates the shaman, s
he doesn’t try to kil
l him. 
And
he carries no
desire
for
her, a workable combination if there ever was one.”

Knocking first, the shaman
waved a palm over the lock, releasing the latch.  “Female, may I approach you?  I have garments
and food
for your comfort.”

“By getting
me the hell out of
here, I’ll
be
comfortable!
” Rebecca
yelled while
throwing a
weighty
book she’d snatched off a nea
rby table.  Whacking the doorframe
, it landed
scarce
inches
above his
head.  He hid
his laughter
, not w
anting the Alpha or Beta
to witness the exchange

Anyone
had to love a
true
female
werewolf; he
thought, especially one with
such
nature-given
precision that
she
could easily hit him square
in the face with a flying bo
ok but chose not to.  
Raising a finger to his
lips, he
closed the door, silencing
her until he felt the wolves mist away.  “How’s your ass?” he whispered, not empathetic in the least.

“He’s such
a
fuck-wad,” h
er voice nearly broke
,
as she swiped
a wandering tear from her cheek.

“A powerful one
you provoked
.  I saw
you
stomping his foot like a brat.
”  Dropping the clothes on her
bed, he sat a brown bag on the table.  “I have dried fruit and cheese.
  No meat, it smelled off
today
,” he said, making a face of mock horror. “Hot meals are leaving the kitchen in an hour or so
.  As soon as one’s
available, I’ll get it to you.”

“Thanks, I’ll try to eat.   I’m not stupid,” she breathed, “I know
you’re
mad.”
She finished a glass of the nastiest water that she’d ever tasted.

“You think?
  Ciaran
would’
ve never handled you that way if it weren’t for your
Walker
temper, something
you should work on given your current situation

I almost blew it for something stupid
:  your female pride. 
Pride
you
could’
ve
easily swallowed

A
t my age, a
fight with Ciaran would have killed me or, at
the least, had
me thrown from the
Scottish
pack.  Where would you be if that happened?
  Where
would
we
be?
” 

Stepping closer
and gauging her
, he
immediately
shut his trap and trailed
a long finger across her trembling chin
.
All his life
, he t
hought she was a female of honor

Not to mention, Rebecca
was smoking hot
. So to see her brought down to this
cleaved his heart through its center.
“Don’t cry
, promise recklessly
temperamental
behavior won’t happen again,
and I’ll drop it
on your word
.”

“I’ll do better, promise
,” he
r
voice shook with her body, shedding the tears she always hid from Ciaran,
“and I’m
truly
sorry I added to your risks
.  I
just wanna go
home, Blade.

“It’s coming
along
, Becca
.  Gage’s
plan will work,
and I found out something helpful today: 
As powerful as they are, I’ve
just
located
two narrow weaknesses in Ciaran’
s
wards.  That’s how I
landed
fresh clothes for you
and got word
to our true pack
.
 
I’m sneaking out and meeting our members
tonight. 
It won’t be long now.
  I just have to figure out what wards he’
s placed on you and unravel them.
  You still can’t mist?

“Nope,” she answered
weakly
, reaching for the clothes before
Blade
blocked her.

Wrinkling his nose, he pressed, “
Take a freaking bath
first,
Red Becca
.

A reminder of his playful childhood nickname for her didn’t crack a
smile on Rebecca’s
drained
face.

“How can I?
You know t
he human scent has to stay with me. 
It’s weakenin
g by the minute, so why
take the chance for
a bath?
I have to keep working
it,
so
they’
re
convinced
I’m Renee
the mixed blood
.  On the subject of odor, h
ow do you smell like a Habaline?”

Blade rolled his eyes, saying, “You don’
t want to
know,
and I’ll never
tell.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Yup,” he blew out.
Glittering eyes
danced with his wolf, warning
her to drop it
.   He
combed fingers
throug
h his tawny
spike-filled hair, tugging at the longer layers before his hands fell.

“God, Blade, I’m
so
sorry.”

“For noth
ing, none of this is your fault,

he professed, kissing her dirty head. 
Although her entire frame
anxiously
shook, Blade figured Rebecca was the bravest female he’d known since childhood and he wasn’t about to let her down. 

No worries about your scent, these
were
from a human sho
p and thoroughly handled by many
of them
,” he promised, holding up a pale pink bra and panty set
together with
a breathtaking green summer dress. 

Slightly tiltin
g his head, he started the bath water
with a thought.  “Scrub yourself
clean
,
Red Becca
.  These should safely mask your scent
…for a while.
  Then we’ll go from there, kay?

Twirling the lacy pal
e bra, he
grinned mischievously.
“Think I got the right size?”

“Finall
y,
a bath,” she sighed
appreciativ
ely while totally ignoring his joke.  But
maybe he was
n’t joking.  He wasn’t sure yet. 
H
e liked providing for her, protecting her.
 

Thank you, Blade.
The sm
all things I appreciate
even
more now
.”

“We
are born
of fastidious creatures.
 
Baths are no small things, es
pecially between mates
.
  We were taught th
at as teens
, remember?

 
When he said mates s
he practically flung herself into the bat
hroom.  Another smile
curled
Blade’s
lips as he watched her
coyly
slip past him
, trying to look casual.
  Rebecca wasn’t a virgin, though by her actions
and feminin
e aroma
, she wasn’
t
off-the-cuff
with h
er sexuality.

She was nothing like him.

At o
nly twenty-two, he’d filled out as a true adult male werewolf: 
Seriously
hung,
sporting
a
massively
hardened
and roped
body
, a decent six and a half feet
with the strength of a hundred men before a hint of Were transformation
ever
hit his body
.  Blade knew he looked good, too.  If the mirror hadn’t convinced him of that, the women h
ad
.

The humans couldn’t keep their hands off Blade. 
In his short life, h
e’
d nailed
so many women
that
they
paraded in a blur across his immortal mind, a turnstile of naked flesh.
A s
atisfied cock was a happy
Blade,
and he
most certainly satisfied them in return.  A
fter all, a
selfish lover was a sin against
Were
nature.

Why should he
consider
turn
ing all that
away when
m
eaningless,
nameless
, an
d loveless conquests got him by?

But still…

Just getting
by
was usually
fine by him

until recently.
For some reason, h
e’
d started
thinking a bit mo
re about his
lifestyle. 
Confusion
callously
played
with his head,
making him
reflect
way too much and
drawing him
somewhere
.

Considering
how
his best friend,
Arian
,
and Renee completed one another, he rubbed his sternum.  A new and dangerous sensation flared up: longing. 
For a…mate?
 
Blade
had no idea who belonged to him
, and
except for
Renee Shirley,
hadn’t bothered to find out

And
at this rate,
between this dangerous mission and his sexual escapades with the humans,
he
probably
wouldn’t ever find his female
.

Sourly, he thought of t
he
limited
,
available
female werewolves and
mixed bloods
that
appreciated
him
from a distance
.  Forever turning him down because they
didn’t want him
grinding
between the
ir sheets,
Blade
couldn’t give the
m
diseases, and
they knew that.  But
they
weren’t the
problem, he
was.   Blade
was a male slut
, and
any decent female
didn’
t want to
carry that kind of
baggage.
 
Who could blame
them?
  If the situation reversed, and
his g
irl was heavy on the promiscuity
scale
, he couldn’t deal with that kind of jealous shit.

“I can’t believe you’re risking your life this way,”
Rebecca
whispered, pulling Bl
ade out of his
‘trying to find the real me’ meanderings
.
  “Gage shouldn’t have approa
ched you without asking
Jayce first.  You’re too young, and I’m not worth
chancing
your life over.”  She turned
off
the
faucet,
and
the scent of lavender hit his nose. 

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