Sanibel Surrender Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Five) by Talyn Scott Page A

on the floor, his touch so familiar to her. And when he positioned himself between her knees, once again caging her in the chair, she couldn't help but to wrap her legs around his waist and to urge his dark, velvet skin against the very center of her. "You ask me if I had a wife, Molly.” He brought his mouth against hers, brushing two words against her lips, "She's you."
    "I'm not anyone's wife." She snapped, though every cell of her being was throbbing for this man to do something to ease her.
    “In your true world, you are.”
    "I don't understand what you're playing at." Right now, she didn't care, either. Her head was literally swimming. All she could sense was scorching need, even her fear at what he claimed to be - a werewolf , hadn’t fazed her. He just looked like a gorgeous man, albeit a huge man, and she was just a woman. And that would work for her, at least, for another night.
    "I am not playin’ at anythin’, Molly. Nature selects our mates. And I’m quite pleased with what I’ve been given.” His mouth traveled down the side of her throat, nipping, further stoking her need. “You have no idea how horrified I was tonight, protecting you. I’ve never before felt that level of fear, and I’ve been through a lot in my long life. I have spent centuries fighting vampires and shifters for every single thing I have, which now includes you. I have watched members of my family die at their hands. Hell, after they attacked our castle, I watched my baby sister take her last breath in my arms." She put her hands on his shoulders, pulling his face to the crook of her neck, wanting to comfort him, wanting him closer. "And all the while, I waited for you, never knowing when you were going to be born or if you were already out there and I just missed you somehow. It's a big world, Molly, and a mate can be just about anywhere." Heath lowered his head, opened his mouth, and surrounded the tip of Molly's right nipple, sucking it through Ail’s thin shirt. Her back arched, forcing more of her delicate tip inside his scalding mouth. "And when I finally found you," he whispered against her tingling flesh, the fabric damp and abrasive from his saliva, "you were married." He went to the opposite nipple, flicking his tongue against the knotted bud. "I was in so much pain, wanting to take you beneath me in the way of the werewolf, wanting to force you to divorce Wilson right away so you would not change your mind later." He nipped softly, pulling the tight nipple with his teeth. "So Gage be-spelled me with this ancient Druid curse to ward off my werewolf. Several moons I've suffered greatly." He brought his hands up, cupping both breasts before burying his face against them. "Just so I don't claim what is rightfully mine," he whispered against her thundering heart. "And that's you."
    “Rightfully yours?” Molly threaded his hair with her fingers, amazed at how different he felt from Wilson, amazed she was touching her dream lover. Yes, yes, she wanted more of this, wanted more of what he made her feel. Unable to refute there was something significant going on between them, something more than just physical attraction, she dared to ask, "How would you know that I'm yours?"
    "Recall the dream you had the first night you came to Miami and deny that you're mine." His big hands moved down, wrapping around her hips. "Recall the dreams you've had nearly every night since you left Miami and deny that you are mine." His fingertips neared the crevice of her ass, wandering, teasing. "Sense the connection you feel while sitting so close to me in nearly next to nothing, and tell me that you're not mine." His hands left her ass, skirted her hips, and trailed up to her rib cage. "You cannot do it, Molly." His thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts, making tiny circles all the way up to her damp nipples, stopping just before he touched the needy peaks. "It would be a lie; we both know this, don't we?" Slowly his hands moved down her