Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage (25 page)

Willing the remainder of his clothes away, Ciaran settled his thick cock on her back.  With relentless precision, she brought herself high.  Orgasmic bliss was a heartbeat away…for both of them.  Ciaran’s balls were drawing so
taut
, he was positive they would shatter.  Determined not to come before her, he pushed his thumb
higher, twirling inside her silky ass
.

She clenched so hard, he thought his fingers were
surely
broken.  The wild
est animalistic
sensation struck him when she cried out with her climax.  He nailed her hard.  Sinking canines in the delicate tendon between her shoulder and neck, he marked the fuck out of her. 

The beast wouldn’t let go.

Ciaran came all over her back.  Shootin
g and shooting and he thought it wouldn’t end. 
His
cock spurted hot seed near volcanic proportions.  Scorching jets of white lava flowed all over his female.  Clearly marking her with his bite and his scent, the beast laid unmistakable ownership.  No other male would ever second guess his claim…it was a tad noticeable.

Mine.

Release
her neck
, beast
!

Yielding, his werewolf drew back, leaving Ciaran to lick his bite.  Sniffing her throat, he suckled the blood, slowing the flow with his innate abilities. Wrapping arms and legs around her, he pulled Rebecca off the saddle and settled her on his front before they hit the floor.  Ciaran took the impact and shushed her when she tried to speak.  “Hush, rest now,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head
while wrapping his arms around her
.

An hour passed slowly but deliciously.   Ciaran looked up at the rafters and sighed. He could have easily run with Rebecca through the rain, bringing her back into the main house.  But where was the fun in that?  She might’ve snapped out of her sex-induced frenzy
and realized she still hated him
.  And the feel o
f her body, even now, as his mate
dozed
peacefully atop his chest, she
invoked a unique tenderness he’d never had for a female.

She was all sinuous
curves, an innocent lover yet full
of sensual sin. Every now and then, she’d wiggle.  That’s when her soft skin stroked his thighs, his jutting cock, and his hammering chest.  Her red tresses were everywhere, draping his torso as she drooled in the dip over his sternum…over his heart.

My heart seeks yours.

After all these centuries, it seemed implausible that this spitfire was his mate.   Yet, there was no denying it, and he damn well didn’t want to.  His wolf claimed, and he was more than happy with fate’s alignment.  “The body wants,” he whispered, “the mind accepts and the heart follows.  I think I’m already falling in love with you, lass.”  He pulled her tighter in his arms, stunned with the depth of his emotions and terrified to lose her.  

I can’t lose you.

Ciaran wanted to give her more pleasure.  Not because common courtesy dictated mutual gratification between sex partners.  It simply pleased him to please her.  Something he’d by no means experienced before Rebecca.  And the sight of her climaxing for him was the most beautiful thing he’d seen
in his life
.  “I love the way you smell when you come.  It’s my drug,” he said in a husky whisper
against her head.  Her skin burned
under his roaming hands.  “I love the way your body feels against mine.  I want to feel you from the inside.”  With considerable gentleness, he pushed her down towards his
swollen cock. 

I will take you now.

And that’s when the trouble started.  His beast tried to push forward, possess him completely.  Beneath the territorial feelings
of inherent dominance
, he reached for himself.  “I’m here,” he panted.  “I’m still right here.” Gasp
ing, he clawed back at his Alpha
. 
The first time shouldn’t be like this with her;
he thought. 

“What is it?” Rebecca stirred drowsily.

He didn’t need to check her readiness.   Ciaran smelled it, savoring the sweet musk mixed with field flowers swirling in the air around them.  And it wasn’t from the heat
at all
, but an invitation for him.  “Finally, you crave me.”  He glided his hands over her waist, curved his upper body around hers and spread her legs with his ankles.

You are mine.

Ciaran entered her from behind.  Placing his broad head against her swollen pussy,
he eased in just past his ridge and stopped.
  Rubbing his chin over the top of her head, he asked, “Okay?”

“More,” she groaned, trying to bear down on him but he caught her with his hands.

“Bad girl, for this time, I’m in control
.”  She seized his shaft
eagerly, clenching with her core.  Much too constrictive was her little opening, and as thoroughly soaked as she was; he couldn’t get a half inch in past his crown.  Stopping, easing in, withdrawing, a cycle he repeated for a good five minutes. 

A very good five
minutes.

Her plump butt cheeks were thrusting against his pelvis, driving him to the brink of insanity.  He allowed her that much, but held firm to her middle.  “Don’t go impaling yourself, lassie.  I won’t have you running scared again.”

“
It feels so good…,” she groaned while sweat poured
over
them, both desperate to come this way.
“What…what is that?”

Rows of tribal infllxx bored through the underside of my penis.
He simply said, “Piercings, lass.  I’ll be careful, but if it’s too much now…”

“There’s…si
lver…ah…are they…silver
?”

Keeping his pace steady, a feat in itself, Ciaran was still only half way inside the satiny walls of her tight body. 
So hot, so deliciously sumptuous.
“
Yes, otherwise my immortal healing would push them out.  Just t
ell me if this hurts.” He pressed more of himself inside, couldn’t help it.  Pre-come immediately left his cock. 
No way
, he thought,
could I be thinking of coming this soon.
  Taking his hand away from her waist, Ciaran brought
practiced fingers through her soft curls
and played with her bundle of nerves.

I w
ill not come without you.

Rebecca rose up,
shouting
and bucking. He held her back down. “You will come now, Rebecca.”  His cock took control, and his beast trailed a close second.  Flipping her on her knees, he maintained his position inside her dripping pussy. 

Weighing a heavy palm between her shoulder blades, he lowered her upper torso and with the other, pulled up her sweet ass.  And that’s when he went home. To her startled cry, he answered, “It’s all the way, my mate.   Are you hurting?”

“Oh…my… can’t…,” she screamed again.

“Tell
me,” he demanded, halting inside her
.  It w
as a difficult thing to do when he was buried balls deep in unbridled ecstasy. 
I want to pump myself into you.
As his sweat poured off his chest, he gave her ass a little smack when she didn’t answer. 
Her comfort and safety was his priority and he wouldn’t move on without a go ahead from her lips. And it dawned on him that t
his kind of moment hadn’t occurred for him, where he felt he wasn’t himself
, but he was…

I am more with you.

“No…no pain…feels…,
” she broke off
, unable to complete the sentence.

Lowering his he
avy frame over her lushly lithe
one, Ciaran touched every part of her body with
his – made sure of it. Hot skin stroked hot skin.  Male claimed female.  Panting in Rebecca’s ear, he demanded quietly, “Tell me who claims these walls.” Swiveling his pelvis, he circled broadly. 

“Ciaran,” she gasped.  Her body tensing under his, he knew Rebecca approached an orgasm that positively frightened her.  And she couldn’t let go. Hanging on the edge of her cliff, she wouldn’t allow herself to fall. Hearing her cries of shocked pleasure cranked him up.  Causing his hips to work as a greased piston, his cock flowed in and out of her plump folds.

I am home.

Experiencing the extra rippling ridges inside her vagina that only full blood females possess, he bit the inside of his jaw to stem his release
until he swallowed his own blood
.  Rebecca’s body would be a playground for a male of any species, immortal or not.  But she would never share with anyone but her true mates, because Ciaran would kill any one that touched her this way. 

He groaned as he pulled out fractionally only to tilt and push back in against the left side, an angle that felt right with Rebecca, a move purely for them.  “That’s it,” he praised as she shuddered beneath him, moaning as a drunken siren. “You drip for me sweetly.” He wet the pads of his fingers with her juices and smoothed her swollen clit, gently teasing it before he gave it a harsher flick.

She exploded. So
did Ciaran.  His queen was mindlessly screaming
, mad with what he gave her.  Gripping, releasing, gripping, releasing, milking his cock with such intrinsic force he thought the pleasure killed him, and he’d stepped foot in
side
heaven.  The stable turned on its side as tiny lights dotted the back of Ciaran’s lids.

Have I ever climaxed this way?

Balancing
himself, he felt the ring of her cervix holding his head with a death grip.  Reaching around her, he palmed her heavy breast and gave it a gentle squeeze as he waited for her to relax around him.  “You were made for me; our bodies are for each other.  You are a male’s dream, Rebecca, my
transcendent sanctuary.” When
his vision restored
itself
, his feeling of euphoria hadn’t left, but he was more in control.

I want to stay inside you all day.

Rebecca was just as replete, though her body struggled with aftershocks commanding her every breath. As she still panted quite breathlessly.  After the sensations settl
ed, Ciaran felt guilt for claiming
her this way.  I
n not much more than a fancy
barn and
with her positioned on the floor as she was.  Their
first time together did not befit the queen she now was. “I’m sorry,” his voice was solemn, yet unmistakably relaxed.

I haven’t felt this way in centuries, if ever.

Running his fingers through his hair, Ciaran put some longer strands behind his ear before he tenderly withdrew and turned her to face him.  Whatever anger she expressed, he wanted to see it and meet it head on without being blinded by his too long hair.

She opene
d her dreamy green eyes so full of astonishment
.  Her screams had ravaged her voic
e, but Rebecca
croaked out the best she could
, shak
ing her head absently.  “I was never a girl drawn to the bad guys.”

“Aye,”
he tried not to laugh
.  “You did say the devil couldn’t take me on, but I guess
you
can.”

She blinked, clearly unable to find the right words.

“It’s time to go to bed, Rebecca.” Ciaran stood up wi
th
her in his arms.   He clarified
,
“Our bed.”

15

Sanibel Island, Florida

B
lood pooled his wrists, trickling to the floor.  In the Alpha’s trembling hand was a note dotted with his queen’s blood. 
She’ll return
,
it read.
Quivering from rage, disbelief, and tamping down the
Alpha
beast, his deadly claws
turned
inward, piercing his palms. 
This situation was insurmountable.  If anything happened to Tatum, and she di
dn’
t return to him
alive
; he would seek a beheading, unable to live without her.  His heart cracked through its center, lodging itself against his sternum, choking him from the inside.  “I’ll never survive it,” he swore, swallowing invisible knots in his t
hroat, “not without my love
.”