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

her body.
    “Better than nothin’, I suppose.” The marks Gage had to reapply on a weekly basis were the only things preventing Heath’s Beast from asserting itself by claiming his female. Until today, Molly had been a married human. Yet he asked Gage to continue the ink, since his female needed time to get used to his touch, to become accustomed to her true heritage. “Of course, with every stress the spell wears away.”
    “And a vampire tasting your female…”
    “Lowered the spell’s potency considerably,” admitted Heath, rolling his neck as he drove through the causeway’s intersection.
    “I’ll admit that my family never used any Druidry to speak of, our Norwegian magic is quite different.” It rolled under their skin with specific, roving glyphs. “But what I do know is that if you keep applying those spells, they will counteract the very half of your soul.”
    “With each application, I risk losing Molly forever. This, I know.” Since the spell kept his Beast at bay, overdoing it might turn his werewolf away forever. An important fact that also had Gage and Molly’s brothers-n-law concerned. So he was running out of time, had to act quickly.
    “Problem is; if you don’t relieve her Heat tonight, she’ll be drawing more than werewolves and a vampire or two. The shapeshifters will come for her, and the ones who are part werewolf will be salivating as much as we are.”
    “Let me guess, you’re offering to help so that I don’t drain what’s left of my spell.”
    “It’ll be a hard job,” Terje groaned when Molly shifted, tossing her arm across his shoulder, “but I’m up for the task, especially if she keeps wiggling like that.”
    “Oh, I’m sure you’re up for it.” With yet another heavy sigh, Heath skirted the side drive that led to the main compound behind The Blue Pelican and veered into a secret path where the Sanibel younglings partied on their homemade agave brew. Only a few lingered around, all of them full werewolves, not a shifter or shifter mix in sight. He threw it in park and tapped the steering wheel in agitation.
    Rune jumped down from the truck bed and opened Heath’s door. “Stopping while Molly smells like that is not the best of ideas, Highlander.”
    Heath stepped out, glancing at the gathering of younglings. All were between the ages of nineteen and twenty-two, with their faces contorting into savage hunger. “Go back to what you were doing,” he ordered them. After a long second, the younglings reluctantly dispersed. To Rune, he said, “In all my years, I’ve had no experience with this. How many orgasms do you think Molly needs to suppress her Heat?”
    He scratched his blond head. “Weird, I’ve never before heard that discussion. Shall I phone my brother? Arian will know for sure.”
    “Just sate her once and see if it works,” Terje hissed from across the cab of the truck, pulling Molly’s hands from around his neck and then gently gripping her wrists. “In your agitation, Heath, you are losing your compulsion for her to stay unconscious and she’s grinding on me like a purring kitty.” He closed his eyes briefly. “Fuck, I’m brick hard!”
    “Terje’s right. Just do something, Highlander,” Rune pressed. “She’s calling danger to herself. And even if you only give her one orgasm, it may still work for a while. From what I smell, she hasn’t had a male in ages. No scent of sperm anywhere on her body, and that’s just sad, makes me want to kick her ex’s head right off his mortal shoulders.”
    “Heath?” Molly whispered with her eyes still closed. “Is that you or just another dream?”
    “Oh, she’s having the dream,” Terje whispered, the truck cab quickly filling with her tantalizing aroma. “Intoxicating.” His hand shakily brushed Molly’s hair from her forehead.
    Mason Ruyter misted in, his eyes scanning the scene. “I’ve warned off three shifters and had an altercation with the fourth. Can’t you stave off her