while she climaxed around his cock, soaking his balls with her response. “So good,” she cried out, fighting to close her legs against the overwhelming sensations – to shut him out.
But he was too powerful, their need for one another too great. “Open,” he demanded, licking his mark and then sniffing it. “Keep. Open.”
She meant to argue, but Rock soothed her, “Hush. Let this be done.” Then he helped them out by holding one of her legs.
Heath took the other. And in his rolling brogue, he rumbled, “I want a mate. To be sated this way is a gift.”
Jayce lifted himself, gripping her waist again and thrusting until his breathing became heavy and choppy. He felt that tightening in his sack, zings up his spine, his seed spilling for her. In her. Splashing hotly in astonishing bursts, life to life, wanting to take root inside his female. Tatum ground her face against the blanket, muffling her cries of pleasure while he went native, slapping her flesh with his, pulsating through her madly. He bowed, his hardened torso expanding and contracting with his pumping. A roar rivaling any lion’s came out of his throat, rolling as loud as thunder until he abruptly stood up, his hard sex jutting forward and dripping with Tatum’s cream. “It is done,” he groaned, staring at her collapsed but well satisfied form.
The Alpha wanted her again, but Jayce fought him back. She is not fully Were, mostly human.
Want her , his beast demanded, slamming against Jayce’s forehead until he thought his brain exploded.
Jayce knew she couldn’t take anymore tonight, and she needed to rest for the young forming inside her. He signaled the other three guards still pacing before taking to the wetlands, thundering through the palms and branches. Wind hit his face until he thought his flesh would peel from his bones. Upon this day, his life had changed.
And with this run, he would welcome in the new.
Rock looked down at his crotch. No one could mistake the giant wet stain there. Heath was in the same shape, pocketing his phone after texting Dru for a pickup. Neither of them could mist her back to Miami, only a vampire’s bite and his will could accomplish that. So Dr. Dru Holt was her taxi. “I haven’t exploded in my pants since I was a youngling.”
“Aye, doona fash yourself.” He pulled his shirt overhead, and starting working it over Tatum’s sleeping but still naked form. Neither had a clue where her dress had gone.
“You don’t know Tatum that well, yet,” Rock laughed easily. “After this, she’ll never be able to look you again.”
Heath’s dark brows popped over his silver eyes. “Is that so? Humans are a strange lot.”
“Amen to that.”
Dru misted in, his eyes bouncing everywhere but on their soaked pants. He sank his fangs into her throat without preamble, in order to mist her to Bren. Rock followed to guard his queen, dusting the sky with his molecules. Heath stayed behind, focusing his gaze on the Fort Myers horizon while waiting as his Alpha brought down his juice. Jayce needed to work back to his human form, one that was more acceptable to Tatum and the modern society in which they lived. In Scotland, with the miasma Ciaran held, they were free to roam – not so much here.
Heath’s phone buzzed. “Yeah. Gage hoppin’ rooftops? Aye, the police can be quite a problem. Now missin’, you say?” A pause. “Urgent, indeed. I’ll be bringin’ the Alpha now to hunt.” His ebony brows drew together as he pocketed his phone. “Where might you have gone, Ancient One?”
Chapter Three
Miami, Florida
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Sylvia didn’t hide her annoyance. “I love Azure just as much as you do. But I want my football.” She stomped her foot and clutched the remote as if it were her lifeline. “Why’d she have to get wrapped up with him in the first place?”
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