Oycher: Vampire Werewolf Menage (Sanibel Immortals), page 14
She didn’t know what to think about that, but when he positioned himself again behind her ass, she didn’t care. Parting her slick lips with his cock head, he plunged midway, the stretch to take his size and the vibrator produced a sinuous burn. She could feel her lower lips straining around him. Oycher reached down and rubbed the skin where they were joined. “I’m told no sex compares to what’s shared with a mate. I can attest to that.”
She swallowed a trace of fluid leaving Terje’s cock, raking her teeth on him. He grunted, trying to maneuver himself across her tongue more, but when Oycher pulled back and reentered her halfway. The small give in the leather strap propelled her an inch or two, and Terje popped out.
He hissed between his teeth and muttered a foul curse, his cheekbones flushing. Those weird colors she’d spotted beneath his skin started swirling and concentrated mainly around his thighs, stomach, and pelvis areas.
Oycher surged again, splitting her wide, her ass gripping the vibrator under his gyration. “Don’t let go of the table,” Oycher hissed in her ear. Wrapping one palm around the front of her throat. When she protested, he said, “I must keep it there. If I bite you during my orgasm, I’ll bite myself first.”
Terje worked a few good thrusts in her mouth with only the tip of his cock. But then he slipped out again. His chest started heaving, the rods in his erection expanding and contracting. “I was worried about her taking too much of me earlier. Now I can’t get enough of me in there.”
“You’ve a huge cock,” Oycher said on a hitched breath. “You don’t want to hurt her jaw. Besides, you enjoy the torture.”
She whimpered when Oycher rolled his hips in long slides, her walls sucking him back in. With his hand still over the front of her throat, he curled his hard toned chest over Isla’s back. Then he reached up and secured the side of Terje’s thigh, and ushered his cock against her lips. “Long licks from balls to the tip, tease him. Don’t suck. We’re going to come together.”
Once again, he gripped Isla’s hips with his hands, his claws biting into her flesh, and he worked her like a piston. In and out. In and out. In and out. She nuzzled Terje’s cock, listening to him beg for her to suck it, but she obeyed Oycher on this. Lapping at the rough skin on the side of his balls, she managed to slide one in her mouth. And, on instinct alone, she bit down lightly. His body bowed beneath the chains, and he shouted out. She heard more than saw his jetted release. He called out her name again and again, shouting on short panting bursts.
Oycher hissed in the way of vampires, his circlet spinning and spinning, nothing comparable to the sensation until he flicked on the vibrator and then removed her nipple clamps.
“Oh!” she cried out, her pussy convulsing around his hot length, her ass burning around the vibrator. She was filled, completely filled, and it was nothing short of incredible.
Trailing her shoulder with his mouth, Oycher drew dangerously close to her throat and released an icy cool breath that left goose bumps in his wake. She gasped, her legs shaking. He reached underneath her, pinched her clit carefully between the smooth sides of his claws, and drove balls-deep into her for one merciless last time, slamming her all the way to the top.
She threw back her head, smacking it on his shoulder. Hoarse cries left her throat, her orgasm timing perfectly with her vampire’s as she milked the hot fluid leaving his cock in bursting spurts. He hissed a dangerous warning, fastened his mouth against the side of her throat, and the tip of fangs scraped her skin.
“No,” she said weakly, “please…no!”
“I won’t.” He shook, his hair draping her back and tickling the sides of her breasts. “I won’t. What you’ve already…given me is enough.” The last pump of seed left his body, and he rested his forehead against her shoulder. “You are more than I hoped for yet everything I need.”
Chapter Seventeen
Flynn misted inside the new Donor complex, saying without preamble, “The Master Gryph just left with a bunch of the Italian monarchy’s flunkies. It’s on my bucket list to stake every last fucker inside their monarchy.”
Sage smiled. “Get in line. Our prince is reserving that particular honor. So?”
“So, two showed up that’d fed from our precious Isla,” Dax said, misting in next to them. “Guess what?”
Oycher sighed, wrapping his arm around Isla’s shoulders. “We can’t use this dead girl to pass for her. Well, let’s put that on the back burner and attack tonight with all we’ve got. I’ll figure out how to deal with Volos tomorrow.”
“You’d better get going.” Sage carried a leather duster padded heavily with weapons, minus the bejeweled dagger Isla meant to return. When she’d gone to pack her things from the Alpha hall, it’d been pointedly missing. He tossed his long coat over one of the new desks, pulling out an electronic tablet from a pocket, and sank into a chair.
“A moment,” Oycher said, tugging Isla inside the pastel painted walls of the complex. “I think this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done,” Oycher said to Isla, backing her to a wall. “I don’t know how the other males leave their mates night after night.”
God, the things she’d been told. Hounds of Cyn and a manic killer were on the loose, producing newly slain by the hour. “I don’t like the idea of you hunting a Gryph driven by blood lust, Commander.”
“You’d better watch out.” His smile was brilliant, though lines of worry creased his forehead. “You might be falling for me.”
Am I, she wondered? “At least, one of us enjoys you exploring my thoughts.”
“You know, if you were to mate me, my cranial explorations might be trimmed down a bit, maybe completely.”
Isla pursed her lips. “You wouldn’t be able to read my mind after mating?”
He blinked, thinking, “There’s a strong possibility, yes.”
She laughed. “I suppose it’s hard staying with someone for an eternity, if you can read every thought you shouldn’t.”
He nodded. “So, you’ll consider joining me in vampiric matrimony?”
“Connecting our souls,” she surmised, wondering what else it entailed. “Any other surprises mixed in there?” A flicker of something passed over his face. If she’d blinked, Isla would have missed it.
He changed the subject. “Did you recall anything more about the hounds? I still can’t find that particular memory inside your mind.”
She tried to drum up everything about the night her rescuers saved her from Italy. Something about the dogs slipped her mind, and she was certain one of the vampire’s had warned her. “No, but if I remember it, I’ll call…I can’t call you.” She threw up her hands. “Alpha crushed my phone.”
Oycher brushed his lips across her temple. “If he hadn’t, I would have. It’s too easy for one of us skilled immortals to mist in on a ping. We’re working on alternative systems for the females, but it’s going to take time.”
She hated asking this, but she couldn’t stop herself. “Well, how will I get ahold of you?”
“Terje’s just across the complex, running through overlapping hunt patterns with the Alpha bloods. We’re splitting up our time. When I’m gone, he’s with you or near you. When I’m back, he’s taking Dax’s next shift so the Alpha can sleep.” He grazed her cheek with his thumb. “Don’t forget all the Pack males running around this place, and Sage is going to stay inside this very building until Terje arrives.”
Even if Sage weren’t here, it would take her five minutes to reach Terje. Besides, she could use the in-house phones, but…She wasn’t worried about herself. Isla smiled sheepishly at him. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“Oh, Moja žena, you give this warrior hope.” His head lowered, his lips finding hers, and Isla’s concerns slipped away for a moment. This was what it was about, having your lover there for you and being there for your lover. His tongue touched hers, and her heart skipped a beat. After he pulled back, he removed a star from his pocket that sparkled like a diamond. Looking down at her throat, he said, “I noticed you favored that locket enough never to take it off, would you tell me the meaning of the paper inside it?”
She hadn’t discussed the paper or the locket with him. “Do you wonder why people call you Mind Stalker?”
He tapped the locket. “Don’t change the subject, please.”
“I think, at this point, I consider it a good luck charm.” She smiled crookedly, a little embarrassed. “And I’m afraid to remove it. Dumb, I know.”
“It’s not dumb, if it makes you feel secure.” The corner of his mouth cocked. “Can I add this to the chain?”
“Sure.” She unclasped her chain and handed it to him.
He snagged a fang in the fingertip of his leather glove and pulled it off, using his nimble fingers to lace the glittering charm next to her duller locket. He smiled down at her. “This belonged to my grouchy mother, a gift from my father.”
Oh, she couldn’t possibly take this. “Wait, Oycher.”
“Just listen.” He cupped her face with his gloveless hand, the current moving beneath his skin stroking hers. “As Commanding Vojak of Russia, father suffered through years of battle after battle and always seemed to make it home to us alive. And no matter how the road separated Mother and Father more times than it brought them together, every time he came home, he danced with her in the air beneath the stars.”
“In the air?”
“Yes.” He opened the necklace, waiting patiently while she lifted her hair, and fastened the clasp at her nape. “A time or two, I would watch from my bedroom window. They would twirl about the air as vampires do, giggling and kissing, acting like Younglings again. And Father always swore that if he ever found a way, he would climb higher and capture a star just for her. Of course, that never came about, so he commissioned a Druid to form this immortal star from a flawless diamond.”
“This is a diamond?” The weight pressed heavily against her breastbone. “It’s remarkable.”
“On you, yes, it is.” He stared unfocused, his eyes searching into his childhood. “Father received the finished piece during his final day of service. He was going to retire finally. On his way home to my mother, he was murdered.”
“Oh,” she gasped. “I can’t take something this precious.”
“But you can.” He was with her now, the flaming ocher she would see forever in her dreams blazing down at her. “It’s hard to have faith, when I have blood dripping from my hands nightly. You see, I have seen centuries of cruelty and death.”
Years were bad enough, but she couldn’t imagine centuries of fighting. “That’s terrible.”
“It’s terrible on the days when I wonder if I’ve grown callous, when one body bleeds into the next.” He ran his hand through his hair, the beads clacking and then resettling. “And when that happens” — he tapped the star gleaming between her breasts — “I touch the most cherished possession I own, which was this. And now, it is you.” He gripped her waist, his strength pouring into her. “If you will have any of me, yet still refuse to wear the mark of my claiming bite, at least, honor me by wearing this.”
Standing on her tiptoes, Isla kissed him hard, gripping his face until her knuckles cracked. “Thank you,” she whispered when she pulled away.
He started dissolving in her hands, the moist air flittering over her skin. “Moje srdce, I will return.”
“Oh, you have to be the luckiest female in our Pack!” Haley screeched from the doorway, jumping up and down. “You have a Nordic and a Vojak!” She tossed down a stack of boxes on the desk and lunged at Isla, twirling her around the room. “And now you’re working with your best friend. Hasn’t your life turned around for the better?”
Isla took a peek inside the boxes. “You’re working here, with me?”
“No more waiting tables at The Blue Pelican. This,” she said, opening her arms in grand gesture, “is our office!”
“Well…great.” Isla didn't know what to say. The room was far too small for two people, especially considering Haley’s daily, boisterous enthusiasm. Isla tapped her lips with her fingertips, contemplating. Maybe if she hid the coffeepot and wore ear plugs, everything would work out. Isla lifted a box of pens from the box, followed by a ream of paper. “I don’t even know where the printer is.” Something wasn’t adding up here.
“I’ve got it.” Haley hefted the boxed printer to the desk, tearing off the sealing tape. “Maybe we can put it on that hutch by the window.”
“Yeah…You really enjoyed waiting tables at The Blue Pelican.” They’d just promoted Haley, and the tips were awesome. “What’s going on?”
She flushed beneath a dusting of freckles. “I think Terje may have had some pull. You know, he’s trying to make you happy.” She snapped her fingers over her head, wiggling her ass. “So he gave you a friendly sidekick for your new career.”
“I don’t believe that for one lousy second,” Isla pressed.
Haley’s shoulders dropped, and she leaned against the corner of the desk. “I sneaked out again last night.”
“You did what?” Isla thought her chin must’ve hit the floor. “Wasn’t life complicated enough, after we were caught running from the Gryphs. When Sage had to scoop in and send us back to the island with Alpha Dax like disobedient children, your brother was both furious and embarrassed.”
She picked at her skirt. “Well, I was at a distinct disadvantage when Ryan wouldn’t answer his phone.”
“You’d better watch who you communicate with, given the fact that powerful vampires can mist to your phone’s location,” Isla reminded, plugging in the printer and opening the corresponding paper to load. “Back to Ryan, the owner slash bartender of Six Feet Under, so he didn’t answer.” She shrugged. “He has a big place to run. He would have called you eventually, right? What’s a few days?”
Her eyes turned into green pools. “You wouldn’t believe the women after him, immortals and humans.”
Isla kneeled and started removing the cardboard inserts from the wheels of her desk chair. “So…I’m guessing you ended up at Six Feet Under last night. Again.”
“Yeah.” She pouted. “Some snarky server told me exactly where to find him…in the bathroom.”
“Uh oh.” Satisfied with the chair, she shoved the desk near the window. “I’m guessing he was in one of the larger wink-wink club members’ bathrooms.”
Haley actually whimpered. “He didn't bother to lock the door. I’ll have the vision forever etched in my mind. Three women,” she said, holding up three fingers in case Isla hadn’t heard her right. “All of them were naked and on there knees, while taking turns worshiping his cock.”
Isla stopped a moment, clutching her new pencil holder, and wondered how that worked. “Imagine that.” Then another thought crossed her mind. “Please don’t say you joined them.”
“Of course not,” she said with an infinite lifting of her shoulders. “He screamed at me to get the hell out.”
Isla tossed the empty box into the hallway, and dove into the next one. “Is that when your brother caught you, during all the screaming?”
“No, he didn’t catch me until much later.” A dreamy smile drifted across her lips. “I met another vampire, and I mean a vampire.” Her smile turned into a scowl. “So…you’re probably going to find out anyway that my brother insisted I quit The Blue Pelican.”
“I thought as much. Vampires come in there, too, though I don’t understand why.” Isla waved her hand over the other boxes. “Pick a box, any box.”
Haley lifted some empty binders, tearing off the plastic shrink wrap. “So Dax says the Donor complex will be a nurturing environment for me to stop acting, and I quote ‘without any sense of self-preservation’. If the Alpha wasn’t such an asshole, he’d be hot.”
Isla couldn’t say that Dax was an asshole, but he was definitely an Alpha. “So, that’s it, you’re stuck working here?”
Haley pitched a box of highlighters in a desk drawer. “Well, my brother’s taking a different approach. He’s trying to get me to participate in Rights To Mate.”
A ceremony where any unmated werewolf attended while an unmated female was brought to orgasm. Any werewolf within a mile radius could scent her release and discover if she’s his celestially appointed mate.
Isla dusted off her knees, wishing she’d worn jeans instead of a sundress. “But you don’t want to give up your vampires.”
“You’re right. I’m not participating in any werewolf ceremony,” she said sourly. “You, on the other hand, got prime grade A. Holy shit, if I had five minutes alone with Oy-”
Isla pointed a letter opener at Haley. “Don’t even think of finishing that sentence.”
“Oh, so you’re already getting territorial.” Haley waved a hand. “It doesn’t matter. I’m meeting my newest hottie vamp, after we leave here tonight.” She turned to the side, grabbing something out of her purse.
Immediately, Isla noticed the telltale bruising centered by two puncture holes on Haley’s throat. That, Isla thought, was going to get her friend into bigger trouble than she’d bargained for. “You know there’s a maddened Gryph on the loose, and two funky dogs, right? You sneaking out is crazy, Haley.”
“I’m not exactly sneaking out this time.” Her face lit up, when she received a text. Haley texted back in blurring speed. “I wasn’t told I couldn’t visit The Blue Pelican.” She shrugged. “We’re going to take a walk on the beach, maybe find somewhere secluded,” she murmured, rubbing her throat.
How could her friend enjoy being a pincushion for the inherently fanged? But Haley was a wealth of information regarding all things vampire, so Isla thought a little interrogation would go a long way. She lowered her voice, hoping Sage wouldn’t hear from the other side of the building. “So, about the vampiric wedding ceremony, tell me all that you know.”
Haley clutched her hands over her heart. “You’re really considering it?”
“I want to weigh all my options,” she said, pulling a chocolate bar out of her purse and splitting it with Haley, “and I need an unbiased version.”
