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

“What are you leaving out?”
    She finally admitted, “He…acted like he knew me and said he would find me after the next rain.”
    “Really?” Surprise, surprise, they were in the middle of rainy season. “So we’re to expect mystery man tomorrow or perhaps the next day?”
    Molly dared to ask, “What do you mean by we’re to expect him?”
    Ail bent the steering wheel. “Bane reminded you that we were family, right? Or do you think your husband ,” he sneered the word, couldn’t help himself, “can take care of this man?” Cause I sure as hell can!
    Instead, she countered with yet another question of her own. “You don’t seem shocked that I told you a man disappeared, like, into thin air.”
    “Shocked?” They had finally reached the Sanibel Causeway, and as Ail suspected, their uninvited guests had flown ahead, creating an aerial roadblock. “Look in front of you, Molly, and you’ll understand why nothing shocks me.”

Chapter Seven
    A t Molly’s gasp, Ail bestowed the barest thread of tranquil compulsion on her distressed mind. It would have to do, since the remainder of his persuasive powers would be reserved for the oncoming traffic, in a there’s-nothing-to-see-here-keep-driving sort of way. “Calm down. I don’t know about you, but I want to go home tonight with all my limbs attached.” Molly stayed quiet. “Good. Now, reach behind you and pull out my compound bow.” She dug it out. “Excellent,” he coached, gripping the steering wheel with his be-clawed hand and grasping the bow she’d given him in the other. “Do you see my quiver?”
    “What…Y-you have claws!”
    “Yeah, about that, now would be a good time for you to see reason. Be glad for my claws, Molly, they give us a sporting chance. Focus on staying alive, on the sound of my voice, and block out everything else. Believe me, buried deep down, you have the ability to do this. Search for my quiver, please, second request.”
    He rolled down the window at the tollbooth and kept it that way. Hanging his head out, the sight above him made his stomach plummet. A solid black mass nearly blocked out the moon. Rock had told Ail about these creatures, how in full transformation, he’d taken down one . Considering Ail was now staring at three of the Dynasty Empire’s Gryphs flying low, their midnight wings flapping in the island breeze, he felt seriously outnumbered. Seen by few, the royal guards kept a low profile, obscuring their cunning predatory skills from not only the human world, but also the immortal world as a whole. Ail knew that the only reason he could see these particular Gryphs was that they allowed it. So what exactly was going on? With his blood running colder by the second, he told Molly to hurry up.
    “I think I have it,” she called out.
    Just when he thought his balls had shriveled into raisins, he glanced in the rearview mirror. Molly’s torso was slung over the seat as she rummaged for what he needed. Ail’s shirt rode high on her bottom, baring her sweetly spank-able and very naked ass. Oh, yeah , balls are working just fine . A tad below those fleshy cheeks was an incredible pink pussy, one that belonged to a mixed-blood, made to clench for her male werewolf. That is, if she were with her celestially appointed male, she would milk him sublimely. Gorgeous girl. Right there next to him, waiting for a good licking, the vision of her sex forced down his canines.
    Three breaths in, one long exhale out.
    “What was that?”
    “Nothing, just focus,” he reminded both of them. Down Beast. By an unforeseen miracle, he pulled his eyes away from this married woman and bit out his instructions, “Gather the wooden arrows. I need at least three.” If my aim is on.
“Here’s the first arrow,” she said, her beautiful face tense with – could that be a werewolf’s fortitude? She settled the other arrows by her feet. “You have only three.”
    “Okay, you have to steer.” He pulled his body halfway out,