Sanibel Surrender Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Five) (18 page)

Sandwiched between the two, she couldn’t think about wanting anything else and there wasn’t any filter between her brain and mouth when she uttered his ridiculous promise verbatim. Ail’s smile was radiant. And although she couldn’t see Heath’s, his cock seemed to have grown even larger than before, pressing against her backside.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Ail slanted his lips over hers as his cock landed firmly against the opening of her womb. Heath nibbled at her throat and ear as Ail continued kissing her, his hips pulling his cock in and out on a slow slide. They rubbed their hands all over her skin, working in unison, as if they’d been together so many times before - as if they were truly…mates.

“Yes, yes, I
do
want this,” she whimpered when Ail picked up speed. And just when she thought things couldn’t get more intense, Heath pressed something on the plug and her lower body started vibrating, making her well aware of that thin membrane between her ass and sheath. She could better sense Ail’s movements, and she was going to blast off at any second. “Oh, oh,” Molly said against Ail’s lips.

“That’s it, lass. I can feel it, too.” Heath said, then reverting to speaking in some foreign language while releasing his load all over her lower back.

Ail pulled away from her face, the barest of inches. “I’ve wanted you since the night I found you coming out of that stairwell. The worse thing I’ve even known was the thought of you being married. But you’re mine now,” he said, thrusting harder, hitting her at an angle she hadn’t yet experienced.

She panted, staring back into the depths of his blue eyes. They looked like starry nights, the way they were glowing. “I belong to you and Heath. I can feel it.” He licked his lips and she heard a slight crackling noise, like the balling up of tissue paper. Then his canines dropped. Before she had a chance to register what was happening, he pinned her shoulder, sinking his hot teeth inside her neck. For the briefest of moments, it hurt. Then, there was nothing but ecstasy. “I’m coming!”

“Come then, lass.”

Heath kissed the side of her head, where Ail had her pinned, and she gripped Ail’s cock mercilessly. His bite, the toy vibrating in her, Heath on the other side attending her, and Ail’s groans as he pummeled her with his hot semen, knocked her into a shameless bliss.

Heath slumped onto the chair, feeling as though his legs were going to crumple at any second. When he pulled the documents from the manila envelope, he noticed his hands were shaking. His eyes hit the official seal of the Dynasty Empire heading a linen document signed in blood, proclaiming an order for Ail Ruyter to report to Maestru one week from today. “Perfect, just perfect. A Blood for Blood trial, really?” His eyes flipped to Jayce. “Why even offer Ail a trial? After all, he’s a
werewolf
going into the vampires’ high court. As far as their leaders are concerned, his death is already determined.”

“Vamps need their pretense of fairness to show they’re assimilating with modern times. And I wholeheartedly agree with you; we both know that when it comes to Ail’s trial, nothing we do or say matters since those dead and injured Gryphs belonged to the prince of vampires himself.”

“They shouldn’t have circled her,” Heath said.

“The Vojaks insist Prince Volos sent them to
protect
Molly.”

“Terje Arud told me. He attended the Joint Faction Meeting last night, heard it from a Vojak’s mouth.” Heath’s veins turned to ice at the knowledge a creature as powerful as Volos even knew of his Molly. “Why would the prince of vampires want to protect a mixed blood?”

“Supposedly,” Jayce whispered hollowly, “as a personal favor to me.”

“And he would know Molly’s connected to you because…”

“Well, when a Gryph has his wings torn from his body by the Alpha of North America, word travels.”

“If you weren’t there that night, Jayce, I would have
killed
the winged bastard, not maimed him. Molly was headed over a balcony, whether to her death or into the arms of that Gryph, I’ll never know the truth,” Heath recalled in heartfelt agony. “But I’ll
never
forget it as long as I have breath left in me.”

Jayce released a slow breath. “Just talking about it makes my blood curdle. Gage and I have demanded the vampires give us information. At least, they should tell us why that flying fucker was here to begin with. And we continuously receive the general ‘we’re investigating’ spiel. It’s been three months, three months too long. I mean, Heath, think about it. The control that particular Gryph had over Molly’s mind was amazingly freakish.”

Heath scratched his chin, thinking there was a serious cover-up going on in the vampire world, and it strangely centered on his sweet Molly. “Even if Volos claims his Gryphs were
protectin’
Molly on the Sanibel Causeway, protectin’ is far different from attackin’. What’s Volos’ explanation for why his three Gryphs were in typical
attack
formation? Divin’ down in order to intercept Molly after Ail verbally warned them, with a blatant weapon in his claws.”

“They’re saying that a random vampire ruled by bloodlust killed next to her, at the Edison Estate, and Volos was near the area and found out about it via the Vojaks. So he released his Gryphs to see her home, out of respect for me.”

“Too quickly,” Heath argued. “Volos would had to have found out about the killin’ right when Bane and I did or even prior. I’m not buyin’ any of this.”

“Nor am I,” Jayce finally faced him, a line of concern marring his forehead. “But Volos is not backing down from Ail’s trial or his impending execution. The prince is incensed from the killing of his personal Gryph, and he will back the widowed vampiress’ request of Blood for Blood one-hundred percent.”

“Naturally, there’s no hope for Prince Volos backing down. He’ll not only lose face with his worldwide Coven members, he won’t keep the royal guards’ trust.”

Jayce’s fists came down on his desk. “Precisely.”

Nothing about Heath’s mating had come easy so far, and it looked like things were getting worse. “Just today, we found out that Ail is my co-mate and now the vamps think to take him from our new family?” He shook his head adamantly. “No.”

“I’ll find a way to beat this,” Jayce pledged solemnly, “without going to war, even if I have to challenge Volos.”

“With all due respect, that challenge would be mine.” Heath twisted the document in his hand, fighting not to shred it with his claws. “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect Ail.” Ail was more powerful than any youngling Heath had ever encountered, and Heath had the gift of the hunt – an inborn Tracker. Together, they should beat this, somehow. “I do believe somewhere along the way, there’s a back door we haven’t yet found.”

“Problem is,” Jayce growled. “We have less than a week to find it.”

Gage misted in, carrying another envelope. He smiled mildly at Heath, eyeing his neck, his mood no better than that of Jayce. “I see my spell is gone and you have somewhat of a shine in your eyes.”

“Aye, I took my Molly.” He straightened his spine, his shoulders knotting and unknotting. “Though it seems, I have my work cut out for me in order to keep my new family together.”

“True,” Gage agreed. “However, we’re all working on this one. No fucking vampires are going to take a Ruyter from our Pack.” He placed his envelope next to Ail’s proclamation of trial. “I received a little gift.”

Heath inhaled sharply, his tracker senses going into overdrive. “That’s it!”

“What’s it?” Jayce’s brows rose.

“The vampire, the one who misted Molly from The Blue Pelican, the one who I scented on the guard’s body, that’s
his
smell.”

Gage and Jayce looked at one another and then back to Heath. Jayce said, “These papers are directly from the Dynasty’s office. They smell like a Dynasty Vampyr.”

“They smell like the one who is messin’ with my Molly,” Heath contended, his heart thudding in his chest. “Do either of you know Prince Volos’ scent?”

“We both do,” Jayce said, “and that’s not it.”

“But what you’re sayin’ is that this particular scent,” Heath continued, “belongs to a Dynasty Vampyr.”

“You’ve never smelled one?” Gage asked.

“Not quite like
this
one,” Heath answered, thinking his heart was going to give out at any minute. “He’s crafty at hidin’ his scent and power trail. When we confronted him, none of the other werewolves quite caught on that he was of the Dynasty, either.” It was one thing to have a vampire after Molly, and Heath figured her creepy admirer had to be, at least, a Master, but to have a Dynasty Vampyr coming for her was unthinkable. “His bite,” he muttered, thinking about the night the vampire was atop Molly on the beach. “The Vampyr misted her, but how?”

“He misted her?” Jayce’s eyebrows plowed his forehead. “A Dynasty Vampire’s bite is poisonous to any other creature besides a Donor,” Jayce agreed. “I mean, there are rare occasions -”

Gage interjected, “Rock said his co-mate, Sixten Kovac, can take any Dynasty Vampyr’s bite and live. That is, if he drinks the culprit’s blood as an anti-venom.”

Heath thought for a minute. “I had Molly in my arms within minutes of the vampire mistin’ her, and I didn’t smell any blood on her breath.”

“Another question without an answer,” Jayce said quietly, cocking his head to the side. “But we’re getting closer.”

“What’s
inside
that envelope?”

Gage smiled like the Cheshire cat. “Half of a shredded document was found, re-pieced, and dropped by half an hour ago, courtesy of my good friend Kash.” He pulled it out with nimble fingers, the document’s condition fragile. “
Confidentially
, of course.”

“And?” Jayce prompted.

“It’s an
official
document,” Gage replied, showing them the seal of the Dynasty Empire, “which requests Molly as
personal property
.”

“A claim? Signed by whom?” Heath growled, gripping the armrests on his chair until he heard a screeching sound.

“We only have the first half,” Gage said apologetically. “But I have enough of the paper to see who
vetoed
this particular request.”

“Oh, let me guess,” Heath growled even louder, his chest rumbling with the Beast, his vision hazed in crimson. “Prince Volos.”

“You got it.”

The next words, Heath nearly choked on, “Since a Dynasty Vampyr can only survive from Donors, and cannot truly have a blood pet, what type of property was Molly listed as?”

Gage looked him square in the eyes. “Heath, do you really want to know?”

When Heath opened his mouth, he scented the queen, her inborn fragrance similar to Molly’s, but not as spicy.

“Hellcat, what are you doing walking around down here?” Jayce scolded her, misting over as Tatum walked through the door.

“I need to walk,” she grumbled.

“I thought you were supposed to keep those ankles elevated.” He cupped her elbows. “Am I going to have to bring Granny back down to Miami?”

“I just found another stretch mark,” Tatum warned him, pointing her index finger at his nose. “Do you think I want to talk about Granny, at a time like this?”

Jayce dropped to his knees, kneeling before his queen, and placed a reverent kiss on Tatum’s increasing stomach. “My little guy is growing. That’s to be expected. Stretch marks are badges of honor and courage. I’m so proud of you.”

“You won’t think that when you don’t want me anymore.”

“Not this again,” Jayce said, then kissing the palm of her hand. “I’ll lick each and every stretch mark on a daily basis. I swear it on my life.” The Alpha’s eyes gleamed devilishly when he said, “I’ll even make sure to examine you for new marks every single night. I’m on it, hellcat. No inch of your flesh will be left unturned or un-licked.”

She gasped. “You think I’ll get more!”

Jayce closed his eyes, realizing his foot-in-mouth stupidity. “Let’s go find you some chocolate covered raisins and then we’ll
Facetalk
Bren. He can show us Ciaran and Rebecca’s son again, so you will remember the end game and that our little male is worth your daily suffering. And
mine
.”

“I’m really not trying to complain,” she whispered miserably, “If he would just stop kicking me under my ribs. He’s
so
strong.”

“He is strong. I know, Tatum. Complain all you want. Just as long as you don’t throw more shoes at my head, particularly Bren’s combat boots, I’ll take it all in stride. And you’d feel a lot better with a nap. You didn’t sleep at all last night.”

“Yeah, after we call Bren, I’ll nap.”

When Jayce carefully scooped Tatum up in his big arms, she noticed Gage and Heath waiting at Jayce’s desk. “Oh, congratulations to my newest brother-n-law,” she beamed at Heath and it warmed his heart. “Dru called to check on me, told me the big news. Please, beg Molly to call me. Oh, and, uh…good luck, Mol’s a handful.”

Heath could deal with a handful of Molly about now. “I’ll ask her to call you and take care, Tatum.” After Jayce carried her through the threshold, Heath turned to Gage. “I want to see Molly swollen with my bairn.”

Gage nodded assuredly, “You will.”

***

“You should not be here, Master,” the Gryph replied in clipped tones, pulling his massive wings tight against his body. “If something were to happen to you…”

Extol waved a negligent hand. “I do not need your protection.”

“Might I remind you that your decisions have been less than -”

Extol stepped around a moaning trio, scanning them with disinterest. “Might I remind you that I wouldn’t be here if you had not failed me.”