Free Captiva Capitulation by Talyn Scott

“This is covert, untraceable, only used by the Vojaks. Keep it with you always. I’m a mist away from you, okay?”
    In a blur, a true predator’s speed, Sixten pierced her throat. As Blythe’s body dissolved with his, she wondered how she was going to deal with a determined werewolf.

Chapter Five
    A fter misting to Sanibel Island, Sixten released his bite. Licking away any traces of blood as he sealed Blythe’s puncture marks with his tongue. A shudder racked through him, his desire to keep drinking – to possess, though he had fed from her last night. “Six? Do you need to feed again?”
    “I’ll be fine for a while.” Fingertips minus the claws, dug into her sides, a faint line marring his forehead. “Okay, moja láska?”
    “Well, will you call me if you need to feed? The whole process still scares the hell out of me, but ...”
    “What?”
    “This sounds like a double standard, but would you mind feeding from men only if I’m not around?"
    “I wouldn’t mind that at all, Blythe.”
    “Thanks.” She threaded an uncertain hand through her hair.
    “Not a problem, especially considering I don’t want to touch another woman.” He pulled her hands away. “Your hair is perfect, angel.”
    She wasn’t thinking about her appearance, but she had forgotten her purse. Without anywhere else to stash it, Blythe put the phone he’d given her inside her bra. “Where exactly are we?” They stood inside a small, quiet stairwell, the walls painted a dove grey.
   “Inside the restaurant portion of The Blue Pelican, remember the bed and breakfast?” Sixten said, sliding his hands down her arms, cupping her elbows in his palms.
    “Oh, I’ve been here a time or two. Snotty people, but the food was always delicious.” At the thought of food, an angry rumble left her stomach.
    “Usually, Dru’s the only vampire who’s allowed to mist in here."
    “So Rock, uh, handled things for you to bring me.”
    With a tight smile, he shrugged. “We have entered major, werewolf territory. My power trail would’ve disturbed many here if he hadn’t forewarned them of my arrival. Though the Pack has several Habaline halflings living among them. They’re all half werewolf. I’m half vampire .”
    “Seriously?” She groaned. “My biological father was a vampire, Six. Sure, I don’t have your power trail, but what makes you think they’ll be comfortable with me here?”
    “You’re part werewolf, I’m not. Smelling one another’s bloodline is instinctual for all werewolves. They will distinguish your scent above most others, since you descend from their Beta’s line. By now, the Pack knows you are Rock’s mate. His Pack ranking nears Alpha status. No one will touch you here without risk of death or I wouldn’t leave you in the first place.”
    “Okay.” That did not mean she liked it. Swallowing hard, Blythe glanced at her Druid markings, remembering how Jayce Jordan paid her a visit at INKS while Ryan tattooed her. The Alpha’s power was as freaky as Sixten’s but that was where the similarities ended. Werewolves were different, incomparable creatures to vampires. What would it be like mating with one? With that thought in mind, perspiration beaded across her upper lip, and she wiped it away with a shaky hand. “Six, I’m nervous.”
    “You’ll be fine.” Wrapping his arms around her, Sixten squeezed Blythe against him. “I’m so proud of you.” His hands came up, his thumbs pushing underneath her chin. “Look at me.” He waited for her to meet his eyes. “Everything that we’ve been through makes us stronger,” Sixten explained with such intensity, she didn’t doubt a word. “You make me stronger, Blythe, and I will do that for you. Always.”
    “You already do, Six.” She blinked away a tear, refusing to let it fall.
    “Then what’s there to be nervous about?” He moved one hand, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip.
    “This is uncomfortable…strange.”
    “Okay,” he said with