Captiva Craving - Vampire Werewolf Menage (Six Feet Under Series Book Two) (33 page)

In and out.

No pausing.

In and out.

“Six, I want you inside.”

“Well, that’s what I wanted,” he growled, “but you took matters into your own hands…dare I say fingers and, now, you will need me.”

In and out.

A wicked swirl with his wrist.

In and out.

“I’m sorry?” It came out as a question, since she wasn’t sure if she was sorry at all. Something was happening and her core skated an edge she was all too familiar with. “Sixten!”

“Yes, Blythe?” he asked and stopped. “Did you say something?”

“Ugh!” She wiggled in his lap until he turned her around and draped her legs on either side of his. “Your clothes are still on.” Her palms pressed against his t-shirt, and her fist curled over his thunderous heart.

“You don’t get to ogle the pretty if you can’t mind your male, so lesson learned for next time.”

“Then fuck me like you mean it.”

He lifted her high in the air, as if she were a small child, and then brushed the lips of her sex over his cock head. “Say, ‘please, Six, I promise to never ever disobey you again so help me God.”

Her body clenched, her need so great…
if I had a weapon right now
…or a dildo handy. “Please.” He lowered her down an inch, her lips wrapping around his dick.

“Deeper?” he asked, squinting at her, his long lashes were twining at the edges. “Where’s that promise? Don’t look at me that way, angel. I’ve been tortured by the best. Could go on for hours, but why do it when this is so amazing?”

“You enjoy this hovering!” As if. “Please, please, please, Six.” Two more inches, thank you. “I promise to never ever disobey you again.” Three quarters down, but she was a tad stuck. His thumb circled her clit, before he pinched so hard stars dotted her vision. “So help me…
oh
, God!”

Fingers went back to her ass, his middle one thrusting inside as his other hand gripped her hip and guided her up and down. She could never keep up with his too-fast rhythm and her legs threatened to give out. He didn’t care. Sixten would hold her body up all night one-handed. Her weight was negligible compared to his strength.

“What a cock…all in?”

“No, but it’s…still…good.” His eyes roamed over her body, staring at her lips, her bouncing breasts, moving down to where they joined. “I’ll never spend a day away from you again, Blythe,” he growled.

Those cords were stiffening and vibrating all over his rigid sex, seeking out her walls as if they were attaching themselves. He pounded into her the same way he did when taking her from behind. Blythe’s teeth chattered, and she had a stinking suspicion he was moving her in vampiric speed. Something he’d never done.

“What’s that?” Feels so incredible. “Different….they’re moving strangely.” As if thousands of fingers intimately caressed every nerve inside her vagina and attached themselves.

“I’m coming…it
is
different, angel.” His face appeared alarmed and yet vulnerable. “I’m… not sure what’s happening.”

A sharp pain lanced her, before the most incredible orgasm turned her inside out. She cried out, her body hitting peaks and valleys so quickly, she thought she would shatter. “I’m flying…just like you…misting me. But better.
Oh
, Sixten.”

With every blast of semen, his stomach clenched and his back bowed. He released a hiss that probably shook the island, most definitely roused those who were sleeping. “Mine!” He sank his fangs into her breast, right on the nipple, sucking until he bruised her while feeding.

“Don’t.” Her vision blurred from aftershocks, causing her to blink a few times. He wasn’t on an artery, but that could change. “D-don’t lose control, Six. Don’t over drink me.”

He hissed at her, flicking his tongue underneath her nipple as he feed even more fiercely.
Not to be
deterred.
“I think you should stop,” she added. When she backed away, his hand left her ass and pressed between her shoulder blades, keeping her still with his cock remaining thick inside her. She thrust her hands in his hair, running her fingers through the strands.

After a few minutes, his shoulders dropped, relaxing under her touch. A sign he neared feeding satiation. “I didn’t know you were hungry,” she whispered, kissing the top of his head.

Sixten stopped, keeping his fangs inside her another minute, before sliding them out. A couple of licks to close the wound and a tender kiss later, he looked up at her with glowing eyes. “I don’t take well to being denied by my female.” Her blood smeared his teeth, his fangs dripping. “I’m learning to control myself with your…flavor, and if you recall, I only over did it once. You are mine. I don’t want anyone else in my mouth. It’s not about addiction, Blythe, or food you eat, such as a sandwich. Feeding is more than that. It’s about you and me. A communal we share, hopefully, daily. Together this way is natural for mates, the same as lovemaking.”

“You want me to feed you daily?” If he could control himself, she had no problem. But she remembered that God awful anemia she suffered.

“You want me to starve?”

“No.” Something disconnected between her core and his penis, and then he eased her up, sitting her across his lap. “If I’m not immortal, how can I lose that kind of blood every day?”

“I’ll…supplement, I guess.” He made a face as though he just stepped in dog shit. “But Dru said the Druid markings regulate your blood volume and other stuff.”

“Don’t tell me what the other stuff is.”

“Wasn’t going to,” he agreed, snagging his jacket off the deck before standing up with her in his arms. “Let’s get you inside. I had the kitchen stocked. All your favorites, so pick whatever.”

And he would have remembered all her favorites. “I’ve never seen you eat food.”

“I only want to eat you.” He wagged his brows, closing the side door with his mind.

“Could you do it, eat food, I mean?”

“Shifters eat food and often drink blood. Species only do blood.” He shrugged. “My mother is vampire. She raised me as one, so there was never food in the house.”

“You’ve never tried anything, not even pizza?”

“Not appealing.” He quickly passed through the kitchen, snagging a banana and bottled water.

“Hey, two seconds ago, you said I could choose my food.”

“This will tide you over for a bit,” he muttered distractedly, taking the stairs two at a time. “Kash arrived outside, needs to talk to me.”

His jacket hit the dresser with a thud and she asked, “What’s in that, weapons?”

“No, a family heirloom mother thought I might want. No biggie.” He handed Blythe the TV remote after he deposited her onto the bed, and then slung on a pair of board shorts in record speed. She couldn’t believe his body belonged to her. Mouthwatering. “I won’t be long, angel.” After a kiss, he misted outside.

Run. Run. Run.

A snarl, eyes looking back at her, Blythe jumped over a tree branch. “Clearly shouldn’t have wandered into the marsh!”

Don’t look back!

She didn’t have to, she could feel it closing in, his panting hitting her nape.

“Mine!” it growled low, a claim that went deep within, touching her soul.

“No way!” She reached the deck, stumbling up the stairs. “Stay away from me!”

“Wake up, moja láska,” Sixten said, shaking her. “You’re having another nightmare.”

She opened her eyes, staring into his face. “I’m so horny. I don’t know what’s wrong with me anymore.”

“
That would be a serious no, Angel,” he whispered, pushing away her roaming hand.

“But it’s hard,” she moaned, pressing kisses across his shoulder while making another dash for his cock.

“I’m perpetually hard around you,” he laughed, manacling powerful fingers around her wrist. “I told you that after everything we did last night, you needed rest.”

Kash rolled over, wrapping his massive arms around her, his nipple rings tickling her back. “I smell what she needs, and it has nothing to do with resting.”

A smile curved her lips. “And you’re going to give it to me, right?”

“I would enjoy doing that and more during my breakfast.”

Her smile dropped. “You don’t eat food…oh.”

Kash distracted her by pressing his open mouth to the side of her neck. “It’s a mouthwatering pleasure, Blythe.” Instead of kissing her, he traced a succulent vein.

Sixten’s lips touched the opposite side of her throat, mimicking Kash’s tongue, moving restlessly over her vein. He cupped her breasts, flicking her nipples with his thumbs. She offered her mouth to him. Sixten wasted no time thrusting his tongue inside, groaning and rubbing his blue-corded cock up her abdomen on a slow stroke. Kash clutched her tightly, sliding his pierced sex up and down her dark cleft.

A hiss of desire left one of them, maybe both, one stoked from raw need. “Enough,” Sixten said, breaking off their kiss.

“Not nearly,” she pleaded. Blythe’s head was spinning. His kiss literally intoxicated her. She shimmied against them, urging her men to quench her unimaginable need, so she wouldn’t spend the day suffering.

“We’ll bring you to climax with our mouths and nothing more,” he said more firmly. “Last night, we were inside your body during mating. Although we took care and prepared it to receive us, I’m sure you are sore.”

“Am not,” she snipped, but she lost her ire when Kash scraped her throat with his fangs. “That feels amazing, Kash. More.”

“That looks amazing, Kash,” Sixten added, and, by the look on his face, Blythe knew she had him right where she wanted him. “Fine,” he agreed hoarsely. “I’ll check you.”

“Check me?” She arched to Kash. He had one hand working her breast, two sharp fangs working her throat, and his circling fingertips dropped to her clitoris.

“Yes.” Sixten lifted her leg and hooked her ankle around Kash’s calf. “You can still stroke her while I examine her.”

She started laughing, but it came out husky. “You are no doctor.”

“I told you that I’ve been alive for centuries.” He cocked a blonde brow, delving inside her juicy heat with gentle fingers. “I’m sure you will agree that I know my way around the female body, primarily yours.”

“So you were a doctor in another lifetime?” She whimpered, bringing her hips up in offering.

“No, but I played one on TV,” Sixten quipped absent-mindedly. “Hmmm, you’re not swollen or flinching, both good signs.” His voice dropped an octave. “So fucking tight, Blythe, what a gorgeous piece you are.”

She started thrashing when he touched that hidden spot, which never failed to drive her to distraction. Kash picked that exact time to deliver a smack on her swollen clit, and she almost lost it. Sixten slowly removed his fingers, twirling them on the way out.

Kash wasted no time driving in with one aggressive plunge after flipping Blythe on her stomach. “I cannot believe how good you feel, my mate.” He said after releasing his bite. Kash adjusted her thighs, widening them to cradle his hips. “I worship your body.” Sixten moved up, placing the damp tip of his penis in her mouth. She could fit the broad crown in, but nothing more. He stroked himself in time with Kash’s rhythm. “You are my temple,” Kash groaned in her ear, pressing a trail of kisses down the side of her throat while thrusting solidly between her legs.

A sense of unease washed over her when his fangs returned to her throat. A split-second later, he had them buried in her vein, sucking on one end of her while stroking the other. In and out. Kash’s tongue fluttered between deep draws. Her eyes rolled back at the first spurt of Sixten’s release, salty and delicious on her tongue. Coherent thoughts left as a bolt of white-hot passion speared her body. Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling until Blythe nearly blacked-out. When relief slammed her body, Sixten ended with a final hot spurt, pumping inside her mouth, his thighs tensing and releasing with each pulsation. She swallowed his semen as pinpricks darkened her vision.

“
Control yourself.” Sixten grabbed at Kash’s coppery hair, and he released his bite, licking two puncture wounds closed.

“
Want more,” Kash snarled from somewhere above her.

Still holding the back of his head in a vise-like grip, Sixten pushed Kash’s bloody fangs on his own artery. She glanced up, watching in awe at Kash feeding on Sixten. Blythe was in the throes of aftershocks when he picked up speed, Kash’s thick shaft splitting her body with a startling pleasure. “Oh, Kash, damn it,” she cried out when a second orgasm stunned her. She still hadn’t recovered from the first one. Sixten’s throat remained arched as Kash drank deeply. On his last swallow, he violently sprayed her inner walls, his body jerking mercilessly. She could feel her vagina fisting him, milking his liquid heat.

“
So good, Blythe, you are so perfect for me.” He traced her spine with the tips of his fangs before collapsing next to her. “You okay?”

“
I cannot talk,” she mumbled against the pillow. He eased her to the side and wrapped his body around her. Still panting against the side of her face, his breath smelled of copper.

Sixten moved in and out of the bathroom by misting. After cleaning her up, he cocked his head, staring at her swollen pussy. “I’m thinking about having my own breakfast.”

“
I’ll never get used to this attention.”

“
You will, my mate,” he whispered, kissing a trail over her hip and landing on her clit. He delved inside, and in the next instant, he bit the plush swells outside her labia, sending her somewhere outside her body. He growled, pushing his face against her wet sex, bringing pulsating blood to his tongue.