Sanibel Seduction - Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Four) Read Online Free PDF Page A

was short on patience, not much for bedside manner. “Get him going and we can all go home. I won’t be able to get a female this close to dawn, so I see hours of stroking ahead of me before sleeping.” And just like that, he flipped her.
    Blue flares settled on Tatum, the Alpha taking in his mate with his own eyes. Hungry, he was incredibly hungry, and his powerful heart pounded furiously against his ribs. Three breaths in, one long exhale out. His head jerked back, baring his face at the moon as he bayed keenly.
    A lover’s smack hit her backside, followed by a warm, kneading palm, and the gentle scrap of deadly claws. Black daggers capable of decapitating anything with a single, purposeful slash.
    Jayce pushed her thighs apart with his thick knee, making room for his large frame, his impossibly hard cock. With a heavily muscled arm, he reached around her torso, lifting her hips high right before sliding deep in her welcoming heat.
    He angled his hips, groaning, completely awed over her perfect, little body. Her arousal thickened, the extra lubrication added with the stuff Rock dumped on her eased his considerable size through without any pain on her part. Feminine walls fluttered all around his length, gripping him, sucking his sex before he’d even started. Pulling his seed in her body as though she was dying of thirst and he was the milk of life.
    Tatum’s answering throaty moans signaled him, telling his body to get moving. His thighs reared back, stopping before his thick head disconnected with her, and eased back in slowly, ever so slowly. She dripped beautifully.
    “Give it to me,” she demanded. “Go hard on it. Rough.”
    “Shit,” Rock muttered, stunned she would spur on the Alpha that way.
    “Soon,” he growled, easing in another inch, satisfying his need to tease his mate. Play with her in the way werewolves do.
    She moved underneath him awkwardly, trying to accommodate his size better. Heath urged her knee higher, careful not to touch her more than necessary since she wasn’t his. But his hard-on was an unmistakable presence, pressing against his leathers, and that simple contact with his needy queen pulled a sharp irritable sound from his throat. “Hell, I would serve her.”
    An angry hiss left Jayce, and he pulled back before slamming to her cervix, sliding his body home. Inside what was his. Rock’s strong arms strained with sexual tension, holding her wrists delicately while trying to rein in his strength. “That’s the way,” he encouraged her.
    Jayce’s pelvis surged, thrusting in and out, pounding until she shuddered from the delicious slide. She was trembling all over, building with the fiercest orgasm she’d ever encountered. “Hurry, it’s all I want, and I cannot take the…pleasure.”
    “Ah, but look how she takes him,” Rock murmured, “her flesh straining to accommodate every thick inch of him, stretching…oh, the stretching.” He cupped his erection with his free hand, grinding it in rough circles against his zipper. The tip of his head showed over the waistband, gleaming with a drop of semen.
    The Alpha pulled her closer, hot pants hit the back of Tatum’s shoulder, and she tensed for his bite. On all fours, she braced herself as he slid back and forth in a brutal thrusting rhythm. His mouth slanted over her shoulder, licking the area in time with his fucking. Her climax hit out of nowhere. She called his name while her tiny nails dug into the blanket, writhing to get away from its intensity, stirring the pine straw below.
    Grip. Release. Grip. Release.
    “My Tatum,” he snarled, lunging forward and swiveling his hips as she fell over her cliff, floating down. He postured with her release, puffing his chest as a prideful male while trailing his tongue over her sweet flesh before biting down. He swallowed her crimson, enjoying her sweet wine.
    She struggled under his possession, but he held on, pinning her in the ancient way of the werewolf, holding her in place