Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage (40 page)

He lifted his brows.  “As of late, I’ll admit to a loaded schedule, but my sweet mate, there is nothing
little
about our satisfaction.” With a wicked growl, Ciaran spun with her positioned in front and walked towards the largest lake.

 

 

 

25

R
ebecca felt Ciaran scanning the vicinity, ensuring their safety.  An animalistic howl left his throat.  Any werewolf within miles could hear the command it
brandished
. “Please tell me that’s like a do not disturb
growl.” A medium nip on her shoulder
shushed her.  Frozen within Ciaran, the beast needed to break free and do his thing.
She laughed, “You got it, big man
,
tonight’s
your night.”

They arrived at a destination never revealed to human eyes or anyone outside the immediate chain of command.  They were still on property within the miasma and not far from the looming main structure of the castle.

“I’m getting hot again,” Rebecca grumbled, wiping at a bead of perspiration trailing her neck.

Blade asked, “Are you cramping?”

“Yeah, a little, I guess.”

“Good girl, your heat’s blooming with Ciaran and the moon.  So we have an excellent chance then.”

“And if it doesn’t work?
They reached the water. She sensed Blade sending out threats during the walk down.  He wanted no others around to ensure their privacy.  Rebecca was grateful.  She’d been exposed enough in front of the other males during rights to mate.

Ciaran pushed forward, carrying her through the water.  The pressure against his legs never taxed him, but urged him on to pursue his natural will.

“No negative speak, b
aby.  I’ll give you an extra swat for that.  But to answer your pessimistic question,” he said, pushing through the water next to them.  “We try and try again.”

“I really do want a baby.” She rubbed her forehead against Ciaran’s scratchy jaw, unconsciously leaving her scent where it belonged.

“Then a baby you shall have.  Hold your breath,” Ciaran ordered, dunking her under icy cold water and pulling her across the night-darkened water.  She dug her nails in his neck, certain she drew blood.  The water stung her eyes.  And it was still hard to trust Ciaran in the simplest of things. But she had a life to build with him and Blade.  She loved Blade, and Ciaran wasn’t
that far from her heart now.  Love could do amazing things for any beings, and that’s w
hat she was counting on for their relationship
.

Easing through a
rocky cavern, they reached a lower
water
line
and brought their heads above the surface.  “What was that?” she asked.

“Just call me Aqua-Wolf,” Blade chortled, reaching into his pants and dragging out an abrasive length of vegetation that wrapped itself around his balls.  “We should have been good and naked first, but I understood you wanted your privacy.” Without a word, Ciaran settled Rebecca down and urged her forward as Blade shepherded behind her. 

“I was conceived here,” Ciaran finally broke his silence, but his voice belonged to the werewolf.

“I’ve never been in an underwater cavern before,” Rebecca said, something inside her gnawed, needed, “what about the moon?”  Her question was answered the second they eased through a bigger grotto that held a decent-sized pool of steamy water.  Over the inviting water, an opening streamed the moonbeams. 
It was a
cleverly protected sanctuary that held more than one exit while provi
ding a playground for full moon.
Rebecca
asked, “Can we come here anytime?” She could feel her pulse throbbing between her legs.

Soaked clothes hit the floor, willed away by Blade. A strong hand gripped her arm from behind, bowing her back as a blonde head leaned in to whisper.  “What if I told you I could never let you go for any reason?” Blade’s words just before lips skimmed her frantic pulse, “Even if you begged me.” Her breasts swelled, nip
ples tightened
. Little sparks began licking her inner thighs.  “What if I told you that you have to take both of us together?”

“We’ve already joined that way,” she answered, staring into Blade’s eyes.  Icy Blue and not his, definitely his werewolf had taken over. She wanted what he did.  Blade was smoking hot.  Rebecca longed to feel his hands all over her body, possessing her with the same intensity that backed his nearly frightening stare.
 
I want you.

“No, we haven’t.” Crushing her mouth with his, Blade held her painfully close, pressing his demands on her. She belonged to him.  If she ever held a doubt, he would’ve cleared it from her mind the minute this kiss lit her lips.  The more they touched her, the more they feed her hunger. 

“You will never escape me.” The Alpha male claimed, “I could find you anywhere you hide.”

She blinked up at Ciaran.  His handsomeness was marred with a ruthless set to his stance and a tightly knotted jaw.  “I’m not going anywhere.  It’s you that won’t release the wards on me, right?  Ciaran has nothing to do with it.” His eyes lightened to a frosty lake on a winter’s morning.  Nothing human inside, never was, his beast was of the purest blood, and he claimed
his mate after one thousand years. With a slight nod, he satisfied her question.  Rebecca shivered and Blade wrapped himself closer, pulling her soft body against his hardness.

“Mine.” And with that single word, a series of intrinsic traditions began. Both obviously knew procedure since instinct led them.  Blade guided her to the pool, easing her body next to the water’s edge and spreading her wide.  Ciaran held her arms above her head.  His heavy sack hung over her face
, reminding Rebecca how it felt when he relentlessly slammed
her to orgasm.

Blade inhaled deeply taking the darkly erotic scent of her arousal into his body. “Take a deep breath, my mate.” Their werewolves was growing stronger under the lunar pull, pushing any sense of humanity away.  She felt vulnerable with their large hands holding her limbs out and apart.  A show of golden light hit the walls when both flashed to mid-transformation.  “You will be prepared and accept our bodies inside yours.”

Rebecca tried to sit up, bouncing her heavy breasts.
A red flag in front of a bull.
Above her, the Alpha cocked his head.  Ciaran’s eyes shimmering in and out.  “Down,” he ordered, an Alpha’s voice thickly accented with lethal sex. A predator cornering his prey, he kept his eyes on her, never blinking.

Blade’s voice was harshly frustrated, fighting against his beast to calm her.  “Everything should feel natural for you if you just relax.  Baby, the Alpha is here and I can’t stop that.  Calm yourself as much as possible, it’ll feel so good when we get down to business.” He shook his head, fighting for another word with her. “This moment is ours

together.” Growling low, he swiped his
face back and forth on her sex
, settling on her soft hot silkiness.  “Mine,” he moaned, followed by the Alpha’s high pitched cry.

Four hands tightened just before Blade pierced her clit with his canine. She gave a
short
gasp at the
intense
sting and lost the wil
l to fight when Blade smacked the small injury with the back of his hand. If this
was sexual torment
, she never wanted anything else
.   Hot.  So hot between her legs, her hard knot throbbed, begging him to soothe it.  With the barest caress over the hood, he brushed her needful pulsating ache with the pad of his thumb.  And she screamed for sanity when she instantly reached orgasm. 

Lost under Blade’s oral assault, his lengthened raspy tongue hit her sensitive spot deep inside, caressing her inner walls. Ciaran still held her, but bent his face to her neck.  Canines grazing her pulse, back and forth, tasting her flesh.  Still gasping from her climax, her womb throbbed with hard aftershocks.  She felt her walls expanding, verging on an emptiness she’d never experienced.  Rebecca stared up at her men.  Both tense with desire, both holding back until she was ready.  “Take me.” At the moment, they were the only words she could push through her throat. 

Ciaran lowered her into the water’s warm
th.
Turning
her to face
him,
he murmured, “Easier this way.” She wrapped her thighs around his muscled torso, and he completely entered her with one earth shattering thrust. His was fixed on her, watching her pleasure with a dangerous intensity.
So scary…so thrilling
.
Grinding her lower lips with his pelvis and her sheath with his multiple piercings, he stopped after a singular, languid antagonizing swipe down.

He gripped the globes of her ass with his p
alms and gently opened
her.  Blade’s hard chest met her back.  She could feel his hands moving underneath her right before his thick crown pushed against her opening. And that’s when she realized what Blade meant.  This was different.  Both would be joined inside her core as one.
This is mating?

She gripped Ciaran’s shoulders.  Unable to wrap her palms around the thickness, she circled her arms around his neck. His head dipped and suckled her nipple, causing
her to brush her swollen clit on his scratchy short
hair
s
.  Igniting a fire in her bloodstream, she thrust back and tried to take Blade inside.  On cue, he drove several inches of his hard length inside her. Uniting with Ciaran’s cock, they joined as one invincible force claiming her body, her soul, her very essence.

It was shocking, consuming.  Rebecca stared into Ciaran’s startling eyes.  They were nearly silver white, startling her.  The full werewolf was close to his skin, inching out as they were inching in.  She had an orgasm out of nowhere, didn’t even realize it was coming. Throwing her head back on Blade’s shoulder, she heard his harsh breaths as he eased in and out with Ciaran.  She knew the piercings were raking against Blade now and his body jolted as he and Ciaran slid opposite one another. His groans escalated as Ciaran dug deep. Blade pulled nearly out.  Back and forth their sensual rhythm shook her to her very core. 

Four thickly muscled arms wrapped around her just as Ciaran and Blade sank their canines into her shoulders.
The blood exchange
.
Ciaran on one side, Blade on the other, they drew her blood.  Swallowing without thirst, they drank forever joining as their bodies mated. Inevitably, another orgasm neared, more powerful than the rest, and she clawed at Ciaran’s back to still his movements.  “I can’t do it,” she groaned a breath above a whisper.

“Made for this,” Blade answered, echoing his true voice.
Sinking into his own wrist, he brought a blood offering to her.  After several draws, she turned away.  Only to find Ciaran pressing his throat at her mouth, so she bit him.  Drinking the Alpha’s blood she strengthened
with each swallow.  Licking his
wound closed, she fought against the surge of two heavy cocks, trembling around them.
They stopped, and then both males plunged against the opening of her cervix and released.  Coming inside her together, they tumbled her off that far away cliff,
catapulting her climax and
shattering her before she reached ground.  Her molecules scattered across the sky. Before she drifted to sleep, she thought she heard Ciaran’s beast whisper.
“Bairn
.”

 

 

26


A
re you going to stay in here all night?
” Blade strode through the chapel
.  “I would think you needed more than a couple hours of sleep after our mating
.”

“I’m not good company right now.”

“It’s a good thing I’m not looking for good company, baby.” He settled next to her on the hard wooden pew.  “But I’m not leaving you alone here to worry.
  How do you feel physically?

“Never better,”
s
he
answered truthfully, settling
her head on his shoulder. “When I look outside, I can’t see anything.
  The stars are gone.

“It’s the wards,” Blade reassured her.  “Ciaran pulled out all the stops before he left.” Blade mock shuddered.  “Some of it’s a little freaky if you ask me.”

“And he still left you here to babysit me.”

Blade curled his heavy arm around her. “And the Beta backed by a monumental guard, if you can believe that.”

“Oh, I believe it.”
She gazed out the window again
.  Clutching her stomach, she thought she would vomit from the fear for Ciaran’s welfare alone.  “I thought my life was simply finishing my college semester out, becoming a nurse, and I didn’t know after that.  I hadn’t reached that part.”

“And I thought my life was finishing this semester and heading to pro football.” He twirled a lock of her hair around his finger.  “It’s not where we end up, but the journey that takes us there.  And I’m not sorry about a detour that landed me at your door.”

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