Free Captiva Capitulation by Talyn Scott Page A

a nod. “You were raised by humans. Mortals seem to feel that way when faced with the potential of more . However, there are always uncomfortable situations in the human world, right? And technically, my beautiful wife, you pointed out that you are more immortal than anything.” Lips touched her ear, whispering. “So what’s really uncomfortable or strange anymore? Another step, angel, take another step with me, okay?”
    “Yes. I’m going to try.”
    When Blythe looked around Sixten’s shoulder, she stiffened. A mortal would have cleared his throat, tactfully announcing his presence, eyeing the situation with marked apprehension.
    Not Rock Kiard.
    Nothing marked him as apprehensive.
    Nor did he show any remorse for his blatant eavesdropping.
    “Blythe.” A one-word greeting that meant so much more now. “Sixten,” Rock greeted him without taking his eyes away from Blythe.
    “Rock,” Six returned the greeting though he kept his eyes on Blythe. Both waited to see what she was going to do next. Therefore, she kept her big girl panties on, the damp ones since Sixten left her wet and needy. She pressed her face into his shoulder and he caressed the small of her back. “Next step,” he encouraged. Pulling away, she looked up and Sixten brushed his lips against hers. The pressure eased swiftly as he misted away. “See you at home, moja láska.”
    Blythe gaped when he disappeared. “He didn’t say when he was coming back.”
    “We’ve already discussed it.”
    “No one discussed it with me.” She planted her hands on her hips, her brows meeting in the middle.
    “It’s a safety issue.” A relaxed smile flitted across his lips, his eyes glowing. “In this particular corridor, I can’t throw up miasma for privacy. We be-spelled this area to allow Sixten temporary access,” was his explanation as he brought his palm up, not to take her hand but to motion toward a cement-colored door. “Follow me. Since you haven’t been around our kind much, let me clarify that human or even vampire courtesies are nothing like werewolf courtesies. Considering what you are to me.” He looked deep into her eyes with an unwavering stare, a possessive one. Periwinkle blue circled arctic frost pupils. Those incredible peepers lined by sooty lashes so long, any woman would be jealous. Deep within, shadows shifted back and forth behind those bewitching irises. “Whenever we're in public, I will always walk out ahead of you. Not because I devalue you, just the opposite, I step into any new environs as your personal shield.”
    “All right.” After he fought for her in that orange grove, placed his life on the line, how could she question that he wanted anything but the best for her. It didn’t mean she felt comfortable with Rock sharing her marriage bed.
    His bronzed hand opened the door and luscious scents drifted: grilled seafood, fresh bread, sizzling onions glazed in reduced, balsamic syrup. Yum. Her stomach howled again. She rubbed it, heat reaching her face. Rock glanced over his shoulder, a smile kicking his lips. “Your vampire forgot to feed you?”
    “No.” She adjusted her open-stitch, crochet pullover, its ebony contrasted with the pale, coral tank underneath. Though with her above-knee, black skirt and naturally blue-black hair, she was dressed far too dark for an island, lunch date. “I ate grapefruit for breakfast.” Additionally, a few drops of blood Sixten had released on her tongue.
    “Only grapefruit?” He shook his head and entered the back of the restaurant, by the restrooms.
    “Yeah, only grapefruit.” Resisting everything Sixten had tried to feed her for breakfast, Blythe had chosen non-filling grapefruit. When she became nervous, she usually puked and wanted to take it easy. Six hadn’t been happy about it, neither was her stomach. By the smells tickling her nose, she wouldn’t be able to resist eating lunch.
    She followed behind Rock. Her head barely reached his wide shoulders, although