Free Captiva Craving - Vampire Werewolf Menage (Six Feet Under Series Book Two) by Talyn Scott

her chains, prone to his mercy. And on this day, he would give her nothing before he wrung everything from her first.
    “ Good girls stay perfectly still.” He delivered a bite to her thigh. “Naughty girls are gagged. Do not make me gag you, my Blythe. I want to hear those throaty moans without obstruction.” He looked up at her through those sooty lashes, blinking slowly. His sculptured mouth spread into a wicked smile. “How many times can you near the pinnacle of release without going over? Should you count for me?” he asked shamelessly, rolling his fingertip over the edge of her feminine hood, stiffening her nub.
    She arched out, thrusting her mound against his hand. Considering the games that he always played in this room, when he pulled back before she climaxed, it never surprised her. But it sure as hell pissed her off. She groaned angrily, wanting satisfaction. “Please, Sir.”
    “ Please me, Blythe.”
    “ What else can I do?”
    “ Return my love.” His silky hair brushed her thighs; his tongue stroking up to her center, barely circling her throbbing clit. A whisper of a movement that caused her body to throb, demanding with an intolerable urgency. The wetness rushed down, glistening streams of her arousal.
    Those crashing waves came down, drowning her until she skimmed the surface. She was back in the present and Gianni was looking up at her from between her thighs, the firelight glittering across his face. Mimicking what he was doing in her memories, he thoroughly licked her with long laps sending her toward another heady escape. Her lips stayed parted, and to Blythe’s embarrassment, she was mewling…almost purring for him. She told her legs to close, but they refused. A thick finger followed his tongue, curling around her clitoris before probing inside her opening. Her eyes were blinking, and she fought to close them, but could not stop watching the way he enjoyed her flavor.
    When she bucked, his large hand settled her stomach into place, as his mouth and deft fingers remained relentless. Coaxing her until she screamed out, clawing his hair, the strands wrapping around her fingers. Only after her second climax hit, he slowed. He positioned himself over her and she pushed at him. "No."
    "You still refuse me?" He had the arrogance to look affronted. "You prefer punishments over this?" He rubbed his hardness against her.
    "I'm not letting you in."
    "Time will change your mind," he growled. "You are weary, I suppose. Or, perhaps, you prefer dark games over lovemaking. We will see how long you last before begging me to take you."
     “I just want to go home, Gianni.”
    “After our ceremony, we will go home.”
    “Ceremony?”
    “As you find importance in ceremonies, allow me to enlighten you,” he explained, delivering hot, moist kisses across her stomach. “The Species were born long after the Dynasty.”
    “Your peasants?”
    “No, the Undead would be more like peasants, and the Species considered upper commoners.” He pulled her dress over her thighs, covering her. Then, he moved up her body, slowly snaking his expert tongue across his own glistening lips. Still tasting her release, she realized.
    “Go on,” she said, tensing with understanding. Something worse headed her way.
    “As we discussed, pure blood Species have given Brides,” he continued, cupping her face between his palms. “However, a member of the Dynasty can choose.” He brushed her lips with his. She tasted herself on him, but when she moved to pull away, he held firm. “My cousin, The Dynasty Vampyr Prince, and prime members of his court will meet us by the end of the week.”
    Swallowing the acid now burning her throat, Blythe asked slowly, “The prince of vampires?”
    “It is customary for another monarch to be present.” He nodded, studying her. “Tradition, I suppose.”
    “For?” Pointless in asking since Blythe already knew Gianni’s answer.
    “Witness our joining as one,” he answered, curving his