Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage (7 page)

The beast smacked the front of his skull.
Bathe
her.

Where
the hell
did that come from?

“It’
s the thrill, Becca,” Blade teased
, going on as
coolly
as possible
while rubbing his forehead
.
A thousand fire ants could’ve taken up residence and wouldn’t have stung this much
. 
“
Sanibel has been a
real bore lately
.
  S
and, drunken
tourists
and tiny bikinis get old quickly.
I
needed a new scene
.”
 
Little did Rebecca know; Arian
and Bane
also
begged him
to infiltrate the
Scottish
pack
. 
Nearly three weeks
had now passed,
and
Renee was devastated that she lost her best friend over Steve’
s psychotic crimes
.
Blade
put his football career and college
on
indefinite hold to bring her home
.  “Everyone wants you
back safely,
including me,” his tone held
con
viction, a solidity he felt with
his wolf.
  He
would
get her home.

Blade was an easy choice for the mission.
And after hearing the situation, he had insisted upon coming here from the start.
Bane and Arian were too
easily
recognized
to fool anyone in the Scottish pack.
  A true Beta was immediately
known
by all Weres and a Nordic pureblood was a powerful
,
eyebrow-lifting
rar
ity.  No point in raising flags during a covert operation, so
Bane and Arian were not on the rescue team
.
They couldn’t blend in.

Considering that Renee’s third mate was a
species
vampire,
and
no one wanted that
thing
running around in their pack
,
Dru wouldn’t be welcome here
.   N
one of the three could secur
e Rebecca without being noticed,
which brought us to the u
nd
erstatement of the day.

“You mean after
Renee was mated you needed a new scene
.”

“Female, d
on’t put words
in my mouth when you don’t know what you’re talking about
.”
Sure, he’d wanted Renee, to have it off with a mixed-blood in heat and answer that natural call would’ve been amazing
.  At no time was he ever
in love with the dark-haired beauty.  Rebecca, though, she’d be easy
for him
to love. 

Why was he
thinking that?

Stepping
inside
the threshold, he
calmly
leaned against the doorframe
. 
As Rebecca’s head
shyly
sank beyond his line of vision
, her red tresses curled over the white porcelain
and invited
him to
touch.
He grew instantly hard.
Blade
longed to wrap his
throbbing
cock and
stroke it against
the
tempting
crimson
silk
.
  Those thoughts weren’t
anything new, he always
felt
Becca
ever since he could remember
.

“You’re not fooling
me, Blade.” She peeked over the tub.

What was B
ecca
going on about?  He couldn’t think.
  Something strange was happening, filling his lungs, fogging his head.

“Pack members demanded this of
you,” Rebecca nagged, “
and
your
male pride stepped up to the challenge.  I
f I survive and you don’t, I
’
ll never forgive myself
. 
Never.
The
dangers you’re facing
, they’re crazy ones.
 
Think
about your mom and the rest of
your family
on the island.”

“Becca,
” he pleaded
wearily
, tightening his fingers around the door
knob.  His zipper was
dig
ging in
his swollen fl
esh
.
“Please
don’t put my mom in my head right now
.”
 
So fucking horny, what’s happening
to me
?

“Why not
?
  She has to be worried sick,
”
she droned on.

“Becca,” B
lade wa
rned just as
he heard
soap hit t
he floor.
Oh shit, this isn’t happening
now.
Flattening his palm
against the bathroom d
oor, it
clicked shut
with
ominous fi
nality and his
hard
body
still
inside
.  A very
adult de
cision was
then
made.

“What is it?” she asked,
sitting up and reaching
for a towel.

“Becca,” he shushed
h
er and leaned down, scooping
up
the
fallen
soap.

“Someone’s coming?”

“You,” he whispered
aggressively
, meeting
her eyes with
electrified
blues, “by my hand.”
  Blade
traded the soap for
a
large towel.  After wetting it,
he
meticulously
placed it under the door, sealing her scent the best he could
under the
ir
particular
circumstances
.
 
Turning, he said with absolute conviction,
“Rebecca Walker, you’re going into
heat.”

“
Y
ou’re wrong.”
 
Shivers touched her skin. 
That meant someone in this god-forsaken nightmare was her mate.

“No,” Blade argued, slowly
kneeling next to her and pulling the drain stopper
. “Yo
ur pheromones are kicked up, tormenting me
nearly
beyond reason
ing
.  I’ve only been around
mixed
bloods in heat, never a
female werewolf.
   So what you’re throwing off, Becca, it’
s epic compared to
others
.   In fact, y
ou’re driving me bugfuck crazy.” 
Blade leaned
in
a fraction closer, unnerving her with ravenous eyes.
             
             

Drawing her knees together, she squeezed as hard as she could until t
he
bones
nearly
touch
ed
.  A dripping hand ca
me up from the water, his. 
Str
ong fingertips scaled her shins
, in
ching toward the center, where he
didn’t
need
to go. “You’re absolutely right,” she snapped, “you are crazy.  We can’t go from childhood kisses, and then a mediocre adult friendship to
instantaneous
lovers.”

“The humans do it,” he protested, “
hooking up
in bars all the time.
  Hell, most of the time they just met five minutes prior.
”

“That reminds me,” s
he huffed, narrowing her
eyes, considering all
the
humans
he’d been with.  No, he couldn’t give her anything
, but still, she didn’t like his triviality with women
.

As the tub quickly drained
, her protests grew feebler.
“My hair isn’t clean.”

“We’re headed to the shower
where we’ll both fit.  I’m
honored to
wash it.”

“You will not,” Rebecca spoke out
,
slamming back
while wrapping her arms over her breasts.

“I clothed you, pr
ovided food, and will bathe you.
” Canines slid over
his bottom l
ip
.
  They both noticed his verba
l distortion but chose not to address it.

“
Don’t give me that! You can only wash a God-given mate, well, supposed to anyway.”  Inclining
, she stared at the ceiling
when the shower came on.  Uncomfortable to face him, she closed her eyes a brief
moment.
“
Blade, I appreciate everything you’ve
done,
and I’ve begged you to
save yourself daily.  But come on, we can’t step over this line.  I’m not like that
… free with my body…like you.
”
 
Alth
ough, you’ve headlined
my fantasies
after
I hit
puberty
.
His strong lips pressed her sudsy knee, stirring her eye’s open.

“Seriously, you’v
e
got to shut it and relax,” he said, ignoring her insult. “
This
isn’t a time to argue about moral standards
, Becca.  It’s about keepi
ng the others off you…not that we won’t enjoy this little excursion
.”

“
We
won’t happen.”

“You
’re so stubborn,
” he chuckled unfazed, running his tongue across
both
her
knees while
spending
extra
time
over the line that joined the
pressed flesh. 

“We all have our faults.” The last of the wa
ter drained,
granting Blade full view.
“
Hand me a towel, please
.”

“Open up, baby.” A large hand gripped her ankle, pulling it high and placing it on the porcelain rim.

“
Blade, the answer’s no.” Cupp
ing her sex, she wasn’t
allowing
a peep show no matter where he put her leg. 
Sprawling
in an empty tub was… “Oh, no,” she groaned, clutching her stomach
with both hands, a forgotten moment leaving her sex
without covering.
 

“Y
ou cramping?”

“How do you know
so much about this
?
”
She asked hotly. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“
Ah
, embarrassed for no reason,
my sweet Were,
since
you are incredible down here,” he murmured,
staring openly while
gliding
over
her sex
with the back of his knuckles
– clit to ass.

Spread
and totally
bare
, things were taking a serious turn.  “Blade, not now,
” she clarified
, “
even if I wanted to,
it’s dangerous.  They’ll come
back,
and your cover will
be blown.”

“Please don’t say blown.” 

He
didn't take
his eyes off her
, sliding them across her bare
flesh
, overlooking nothing
and smiling in a dangerously
wolfish way
.
Rebecca was considered a
full-figured gal
in the
Were
world, humans would say
plus size. 
Her h
ips were a bit
wide, and
her stomach wasn’t anywhere close to
being flat.
And
her boobs took up another realm
without standing to attention
. So…
Yup, she definitely wanted to
be naked in front of Blade:  A
Were cast for youthful male perfection.