Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage (3 page)

Translation:  He’d figure it out if soon.

Through the heavy burlap cloth, she could
feel
him studying
he
r,
the
heat of his stare
unraveling
her
nerves.
  Without gentle hands, he tugged at the
ropes, slicing them through while
leaving the ones around her wrists.  He’d
elongated his claws.  It was her sincerest hope that he retrac
ted them immediately
.
  Alpha’s cla
ws were not to be taken lightly, especially when the Alpha was pissed.
 
Hindsight, s
he shouldn’t have stomped his foot. 
But why not?
  Because it was childish,
the thing to do to quicken her death, she realized.
 

Finally, t
he cloth was off.  Opening her eyes and
taking a deep breath, she groaned
, “Fresh air.”

A
deceptively gentle
voice
spoke above her.
“I know you weren’t raised in a pack, but surely you know some
Were
hierarchy by now.”

An Alpha didn’t do gentle
after
any
provocation
whatso
ever
, Rebecca knew that since birth
.   With that knowledge programed
inside her head, she hear
d the danger behind his words:
He walked a thin blade.
  Rebecca’s nape
pr
ickl
e
d. 
Hair
stood on
her arms
. 
Fear
dried her mouth
.

He lunged.

Turning
her
up and
over,
Ciaran
pulled
her across his thighs.
  Hands still bound, she made to stand, but he put his heavy forearm over her back and wrapped a lower leg around her dangling
ankle
s
.  Slowly, his claw
sliced the seam down the back of her jeans
, splitting the denim and
baring
her bottom.  She heard his sharp air intake before he
carefully
ran a claw under the elastic of her thong.  Not the right sort of underwear to sport while abducted.  Had she known she would be taken against her will, she
would have
put on long johns
beforehand
.

“
Who am I
, naughty lass
?
”

A kidnapper, murderer
,
definite
pervert, and all around asshole
, she answered
sweetly
,
“
The Alpha of Scotland.
”
S
truggling
to no
avail, she was helpless.
 

Claws
instantly
gone, air whirled above her exposed flesh before a hearty smack hit Rebecca right between the cheeks.
 
Son of a bitch
, it smarted.

Rebecca opened her mouth a couple of
times,
but nothing came out.  After her parents were killed
, her brother raised her, and B
ren never lifted
a hand to Rebecca in anger
. 
Although
h
e probably thought about it
enough
,
her teenage years drove him nuts.

So until now, s
he was never
spanked by anyone.

“Why am I punishing you?” 
Growling, he gave her another slap
.  A little harder that time, he was definitely working up to something.  Whack.
Up a
nother
notch - w
hack.  A softer smack, random
patterns, three more in
rapid
succession, Ciaran’s breathing changed.   So had
hers,
she was humiliated.  And she really wanted
to gouge
his eyes out at the first opportunity and stomp them with that temperamental foot of hers.

“You will a
nswer the question,
now
.”

“St
omping your foot,” she answered
.
 
So you’re going to quiz me
, as well
?

Muscles
tensed
his thighs, hardening under her stomach.  
Forebodingly
, he demanded, “Why did you assault your Alpha?”

At that very moment,
her ass was burning
, and
she couldn’t remember
the logic behind her move
.  “You consider that an assault?”

More with the spanking, she was
mortified
, ten additional
smacks in
quick
succession. Debased with a sore backside, no doubt, he intended her to remember thi
s punishment much later. 
D
ays
lat
er
when she couldn’
t sit
her butt
down, she’d be reminded. 
“
Argh!”

“Those that hear your cries know your
punishment
.  You will not attack your Alpha
ever
, Renee Shirley.  This is a
taste
of what I will do,” his voice lingered on
taste.
Scorching
breath hit
her enflamed skin as he spoke.  With blinding speed,
he tore through her bound
wrists. Flipping her over and p
inning her to the mattress
beneath his solid
body
, Ciaran grabbed
her hands
before
she had time
to respond.  H
e was that fast.  A lethal animal aimed
solely
at her.  “Look at me, lass.”

She couldn’t. 
Even if she could, she wouldn’t. 
Another childish m
ove, maybe, but keeping her face turned away
felt right.  Ciaran spanking her
felt
wrong, violating.
 
She wasn’t the criminal
here,
and his
punishments
were
beyond
strange. 
A heavy weight all
the way down,
he rendered
her helpless
again.
 
Still,
she knew Ciaran supported
most of it on his elbows. 
He was
simply
that big. 
Fear
,
humiliation
,
and anger took a left turn and hit hate
.
  Hate
to push down some other sensation she couldn’t
yet
name.
“You need a shower
.”

“
You don’t like
me,
” he breathed, “
and you shouldn’t
.
” His
quiet
speech contradicted the
death promise
his body
foretold
.
She couldn’t miss the tension,
static
power
that pulsed
beneath
his skin.
 
“It
would be madness
on your part,
”
he admitted.

“No,
really,
you smell.  Blood, guts, sweat, it’s
disgusting,
and I’m gettin
g
nauseous.”  To her utter shame
, i
t was a total li
e.  He smelled like
a
man.  He smelled like
a beast. 
He smelled like the back of
the wind, wild and untamed
, running free
across the highlands
.
If it were possible, she hated hi
m even more for his smell alone.

For
what it could do to her. 

But she wasn’t turned on
.
Since werewolves
could smell
a hint of
arousal
for at l
east a mile, arousal for Ciaran
would rank
high on her
mortification
scale, probably would top it.
Yeah, it
would definitely top it.
Thankfully
, h
e hadn’t that morsel of
satisfaction. 
Hooray for her. 
Not that he wasn’t the finest thing sh
e’d ever laid eyes on, he was.  Any other circumstance she might want him. 
Might.
 

The arrogant ass.

But the tiny irritating fact that she
was
dying by his hand was one giant
setback for her libido. 
A coupling they would not have – ever. 
Rebecca didn’t do
murderers, and she wasn’t lowering that bar anytime soon.

Rebecca didn’t want to die
,
either.
 

Without another
choice
,
she’
d continue the charade as Renee.
  If she didn’t, they’d go ba
ck for Renee, get it right the second time
around
,
and bo
th would die, because she had
seen and heard too much. 
Rebecca was a liability
for
Ciaran.

In the world of Weres, l
iabilities didn’t survive.

“Your anger is strong,”
he continued with
that eerily
calm
voice of his, syrup drizzling over warm pancakes.  “Your fear is negligible, so I’m going with stupid, not brave at all.”

He was
back to the stupid or brave speech
. 
Shiftin
g her leg
, she felt his. 
Of for the love of God
, he was hard.
   Celestial beasts or humans, males were males.
 
So…thickly…male.
  Only then did she turn, meeting his eyes.  Surprised, they’d
gone
strangely
metallic
.  “I want you off
me,” she enunc
iated every word, lock
ing on his stare
while not batting an eyelash.

Growing up,
Bren and Jayce taught her well.  She could fight, not an Alpha
or species vampire
. But she could take on her fair share
of wolves
. 
Not
showing fear was the best weapon of all.
It’d taken her a couple of days
in captivity
to compose herself
around him
, get a grip, understand her circumstance and stay calm.

She owed it
to Bren. 

For everything he taught her
.  For
givin
g up his young life to raise her after their
parents were killed. 
He’d become one of the toughest werewolves she’d ever known, and b
efore she went down, she’d use eve
ry dirty trick, every cunning
lesson Bren
and Jayce blessed her with
to
make an escape
.  Only then could she remain p
roud and honorable b
efore death.  A dishonorable d
eath because of an outdated and barbaric blood vendetta, in this day and age, it was unt
hinkable.  Yet here she was…
.   

“Eyes
of emerald
, hair of fire, spirit of the strongest
wolves, yet you are of mixed blood
.  It’s hard on the mind, am I to believe you
’
r
e
part human?”

Well, hell.
  It was obvious he’d unraveled something.  Rebecca licked
her dry lips
nervously
.
  Silver eyes fringed with inky lashe
s followed the mov
ement.  “My dad is a Halfling
,” she offered. 
Lie.