Sanibel Surrender Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Five) Read Online Free PDF

circle around those who were unclaimed, chiefly if they were suffering with Heat, with need . Somehow, Heath had to ease Molly without yet claiming her. But how?
    Heath sighed heavily. “And since Gage left her securely at The Blue Pelican, at the Pack’s main compound…”
    “Several of our males have scented her, are circling her.” He shrugged. “I’m sorry.”
    “Sorry?” In a way, so was Heath. He wanted time to court Molly properly, in the way of his time, so his mate could know what she meant to him, how important she was. “You cannot be sorry for the way of things, tis nature. And I want her to have at least one other male besides myself. Sharing a female with co-mates blesses her with more protection from our dangerous world and more satiation during bed play.”
    Terje looked relieved. “It’s good you see it that way, Highlander, cause I think the other Pack males will be expecting their chances to claim her soon.”
    “Then I don’t have much time to convince Molly to change her lifestyle.” Heath could only hope for her cooperation. He may have been jealous over the vampire, but Heath would never discourage another true co-mate away from his female, would never be resentful of another werewolf. In fact, his dick grew impossibly harder upon that thought, of Molly on her knees in front of another co-mate, while he watched and stroked himself to orgasm. When his cock throbbed nigh violently, he knew he was just as desperate for release as she was.
    Heath cocked his head, smelling the Beta bloodline. “I hear a vehicle.”
    “Mason Ruyter just dropped off my truck.” Rune tilted his head toward the adjacent parking lot. “Driving will be easier than running her through the marsh.”
    With his keen vision, Heath searched the lighthouse for signs of humans, inhaling sharply for any other telltale threats of immortals. He watched Mason Ruyter mist toward Fort Myers. Knowing Bane’s brother would not leave if he sensed any danger, Heath declared, “Tis clear.” He drew in a steadying breath, but it didn’t help, not with his aching cock and his agitated Beast. “Let’s move.”
    Rune extended his arms, offering him Molly’s still unconscious body. Heath brought her to him and gripped her as tightly as possible without crunching her delicate, mostly human bones. The feel of her against him was nothing short of exhilarating. His werewolf, though tamed by the Druid tattoos, was utterly enthralled to be carrying his mate protectively.
    Without breaking stride, they reached Mason’s idling truck. Rune jumped inside the truck bed and Terje climbed into the passenger’s seat. “Find those security harnesses for her,” Heath said as he slid behind the wheel.
    “Seatbelts?” Terje cocked a disbelieving brow.
    “She’s not yet immortal.” He was already pulling the truck onto the main drive. It was strange, worrying over car accidents. Something Heath had never once concerned himself over, but he had to now. “Did you find them?”
    “Yeah.” Terje pulled them out and made a face.
    With a sidelong glance, Heath spotted the black belts shredded by Terje’s claws.
    “They won’t do a bit of good shredded.”
    Terje pulled them off his claws. “Well then, shall I hold her nice and tight, Highlander?”
    “Do so,” Heath agreed easily. The Viking sniffed the top of Molly’s hair, and Heath did not have to see the lad’s eyes to know they were rolling in his head. The scent of a female in the throes of her Heat was the epitome of carnal divinity. Was there anything better? Aye. Fucking the female while in the throes of her Heat would be far better, and he intended to do just that very soon, which would be a first for him. The thought of her clenching on his erection, milking it in the way of the female werewolf, made him groan aloud.
    “Those tattoos holding up for you, Highlander,” Terje asked, his nose buried in the crook of Molly’s neck, though his hands kept a respectable hold on