Free Sanibel Surrender Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Five) by Talyn Scott

passenger’s side of Ail’s new, super silver GT-R. “Relax, Ail’s gonna give you a lift while I lock up for you. We’ll have your car at The Blue Pelican in a few. Sound good?”
    Glancing at her trembling hands, she admitted, “Yeah, I’m pretty, uh, tired…so I appreciate that.” She dropped her undies and shoes on the floorboard. “This will be my last day working here, if I don’t somehow get that mess in the main house cleaned up.”
    “Paint?” Bane asked with a gentle smile.
    “It’s probably dried by now,” Molly whispered, her fingertips nervously tapping her lips. “They’ll sue me.”
    “I know somebody who knows somebody, who has a knack for cleaning up ridiculous messes,” Bane assured her with a wink. “By morning, it’ll be tip-top and none the wiser.”
    “Why?”
    “Why, what?”
    “Why did I call you first? How did you come so quickly?” Her words grew harsher. “Why do you want to help someone who clearly doesn’t like you, particularly the relationship you have with my sister Renee?”
    Bane shrugged. “We’re family.”
    Ail laughed as he settled behind the wheel and started the car. “Don’t say that, Bro, she’ll start screaming if you do.” Instead of hearing the snappy retort that he expected from his big brother, Ail watched Bane’s nostrils flare. What is it?
    If you have to, use the nitrous. Bane shut Molly’s door and jetted across the parking lot. Go!
    “What’s happening?” Molly asked, exhaling a stunned breath. Amazingly, her moss green eyes trailed Bane as he jumped from tree to tree, in speeds humans couldn’t normally follow.
    “Never mind what’s happening, just hold on, Molly.” Ail cursed, his breathing deepening due to his rising werewolf. Tamp it down. Tamp it down. One slow exhale and it…worked. Werewolf averted, thank you very much . He peeled out of the parking lot, kicking up a fine spray of gravel and dust. “Oh, and you may want to close those lovely, Irish eyes.” By the time Ail realized exactly what was happening, the sick sensations his body refused to believe, an ominous flapping sounded overhead.
    “Oh, my…w-what is that?” Molly gasped, her head careening this way and that.
    He threw more compulsion her way: You didn’t see that. “I told you to close your eyes.” He smoked through the intersection, unable to stop for the red light as they careened down McGregor Boulevard. With the moderate traffic and their breakneck speed, Ail figured they had a fifty fifty shot of making it to Sanibel Island without him turning werewolf… unless the police got involved. “Shit!”
    Molly turned to him with patrol lights flickering across her face. “The cops are chasing us, like we’re criminals!”
    “We kind of are,” he barked, nearly sideswiping a Royal Palm while weaving around a slow going minivan. “Well, more like you, being a vandal and all.”
    “I’m not a vandal!”
    “Ah, Innocent Molly, that wasn’t finger-painting I saw back there. By the way, you don’t have any of it dried under your nails, do you? Cops will scrape them for evidence.” Ail crossed the median, passing four cars before having a near-miss collision with yet another patrol car. Yep, the mortal authorities were calling in reinforcements.
    “Running makes things worse!” With a cry, she stretched her hand toward the steering wheel.
    “Everyone knows that you don’t touch a man’s equipment unless you intend on putting out.” He gripped her wrist, circling the tiny bones with his fingers and placing it back onto her lap. When his forearm brushed her soft thigh, he inwardly groaned.
    “Ail, pull over!”
    When the third patrol car entered the melee, Ail realized he had no other choice but to drop his hold on Molly’s mind and redirect his coercion on the six officers, who were tailing them. In the process of him confusing the police, sending them in different directions, Molly would remember everything that she had seen and felt