Sanibel Surrender Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Five) by Talyn Scott Page B
Authors: Talyn Scott
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abdomen, where he found her navel. With his index finger, he swirled the oval dip. The movement echoed in her womb, rushing a fresh batch of moisture down her clenching vagina. "Your flesh burns for me." Her clitoris throbbed mercilessly. "Your body trembles for me." Her trembling thighs slipped down his hips, since she was too weak to hold them up any longer. "When you wake up in the middle of the night wet from our dream, you part your legs," he whispered, placing his lips right up against her ear, "put your fingers inside your pretty pussy and think about me."
"Heath." Her knees completely dropped to the sides in a butterfly position. "Please."
"Not yet." He curled a hand beneath her right knee and lifted up her leg, holding her open. "I understand that you're fresh from your divorce, and the last thing that you would expect is to get wrapped up in a long-term relationship." He brought his jean-clad erection against her pussy, the scent of her arousal reaching both of them. "No one wants to rush you, particularly me." With his free hand, he fisted the hair on her nape, bringing them nose to nose. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or frightened." She tasted his intoxicating breath, the familiarity flooding her mind with images of him bringing her to climax. "However, the longer I stay under these spells, the more I risk myself." He thrust once, roughly between her legs, his zipper striking her right where she needed it - but she didn't come. "And it's a dangerous world for an unclaimed female, for you . I can't say that it's not considered sexist in this day and age, but, in the immortal world, it's so very true."
When he pulled back, her eyes dropped to his crotch, finding the slickness of her desire evident on his pants. "So, lass, I’m asking you this - can you be with me?" He flicked open the top button of his jeans, and she found her eyes riveted there. "One day at a time, hell, one hour at a time, can you stand by me?" He cupped himself, rubbing her dampness into his pants, his thumb toying with zipper. "If all I can do is protect you, provide for you, and ease your Heat, I'll do just that for now." He brought his zipper down an inch, the wet crown of his penis punched high, past his navel. She gasped as multiple piercings caught the glow of the tableside lamp. "Can you try to accept a centuries old male who is starvin’ for his female?" All she could do was nod, her tongue darting out, wanting to catch that tantalizing, glistening drop at the tip of his head. "My sweet lass, I ache for you. And I know you ache for me, too." He brought his zipper down another inch, the heavy weight of his erection now jutting forward, pointing at her. "That's something you cannot hide from a werewolf. Even without all of this, he said, gesturing toward his stained pants, where her moisture coated them. "I can still smell it."
"Enough talking, do something about it," she challenged him.
"Not until you tell me whether or not you're going to try for a relationship with me, with your male ." He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. She knew what he was doing, though she couldn't take her eyes away from him long enough to complain. "Tell me," he taunted her, his eyes flashing polished silver.
“Sure, we’ll take it day by day," she agreed, her breaths becoming choppy at the sight of him masturbating for her. “Why not start tonight?”
"That's my lass." He growled low in satisfaction, the sound entirely animalistic. "Now, let’s get the rest of this paint off you."
Chapter Nine
A fter he started the shower, Heath kicked off his loosened boots and slid his jeans down his legs. Per usual, he was commando and in the mirror’s reflection, Molly’s eyes dropped to his balls, widening, appreciating what he had to offer her. He relished her eyes on him. “Feel some better?”
“Yeah, fresher, I don’t really like the taste of beer.” She put her toothbrush away.
“And I don’t really like you with
"Heath." Her knees completely dropped to the sides in a butterfly position. "Please."
"Not yet." He curled a hand beneath her right knee and lifted up her leg, holding her open. "I understand that you're fresh from your divorce, and the last thing that you would expect is to get wrapped up in a long-term relationship." He brought his jean-clad erection against her pussy, the scent of her arousal reaching both of them. "No one wants to rush you, particularly me." With his free hand, he fisted the hair on her nape, bringing them nose to nose. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or frightened." She tasted his intoxicating breath, the familiarity flooding her mind with images of him bringing her to climax. "However, the longer I stay under these spells, the more I risk myself." He thrust once, roughly between her legs, his zipper striking her right where she needed it - but she didn't come. "And it's a dangerous world for an unclaimed female, for you . I can't say that it's not considered sexist in this day and age, but, in the immortal world, it's so very true."
When he pulled back, her eyes dropped to his crotch, finding the slickness of her desire evident on his pants. "So, lass, I’m asking you this - can you be with me?" He flicked open the top button of his jeans, and she found her eyes riveted there. "One day at a time, hell, one hour at a time, can you stand by me?" He cupped himself, rubbing her dampness into his pants, his thumb toying with zipper. "If all I can do is protect you, provide for you, and ease your Heat, I'll do just that for now." He brought his zipper down an inch, the wet crown of his penis punched high, past his navel. She gasped as multiple piercings caught the glow of the tableside lamp. "Can you try to accept a centuries old male who is starvin’ for his female?" All she could do was nod, her tongue darting out, wanting to catch that tantalizing, glistening drop at the tip of his head. "My sweet lass, I ache for you. And I know you ache for me, too." He brought his zipper down another inch, the heavy weight of his erection now jutting forward, pointing at her. "That's something you cannot hide from a werewolf. Even without all of this, he said, gesturing toward his stained pants, where her moisture coated them. "I can still smell it."
"Enough talking, do something about it," she challenged him.
"Not until you tell me whether or not you're going to try for a relationship with me, with your male ." He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. She knew what he was doing, though she couldn't take her eyes away from him long enough to complain. "Tell me," he taunted her, his eyes flashing polished silver.
“Sure, we’ll take it day by day," she agreed, her breaths becoming choppy at the sight of him masturbating for her. “Why not start tonight?”
"That's my lass." He growled low in satisfaction, the sound entirely animalistic. "Now, let’s get the rest of this paint off you."
Chapter Nine
A fter he started the shower, Heath kicked off his loosened boots and slid his jeans down his legs. Per usual, he was commando and in the mirror’s reflection, Molly’s eyes dropped to his balls, widening, appreciating what he had to offer her. He relished her eyes on him. “Feel some better?”
“Yeah, fresher, I don’t really like the taste of beer.” She put her toothbrush away.
“And I don’t really like you with
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