Free Sanibel Seduction - Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Four) by Talyn Scott

who he is, and neither did Mom.” In later years, when Azure hit her twenties, her mother admitted she’d been binge drinking when Azure was conceived and had no clue whom her sperm donor was. Sperm Donor! That still smarted. “Even if Mom did, she sure kept it one hell of a secret.” One she took to the grave.
    Although she couldn’t see his gray eyes behind his shades, she knew they were stormy, and his look of concern wasn’t hidden by the lenses. Translation: He wasn’t dropping this topic anytime soon. “Buckle up,” he sighed softly. “A fried grouper sandwich for me, fish tacos and key lime martinis for you - I’ll drive you home after dinner.”
    “Music to my ears and a balm to my grumbling stomach,” she said with relief. Glad he changed the subject. “Let’s go.”
     
    G age shut his eyes against the sun’s setting rays. Another wave of pain shot through his head, though he was regenerating normally. He felt around for his sunglasses, keeping his lids slammed tight as he shoved them on his face. They’d been waiting for an hour outside Sayer’s Miami Beach apartment. “Two sets of feet stopped and then a car started. Tell me that’s them leaving.” They had to get moving. He had no problem spending a few minutes searching Sayer’s apartment before nightfall, but when the moon glowed overhead, his Beast was hunting its mate. He’d leave no pebble in Miami unturned.
    “It would be so, Ancient One,” Health said tightly.
    “If you call me that one more time,” he growled until the window next to him made a telltale tinkling sound. Apparently, bulletproof glass couldn’t hold up against his temper. “I’m going to cut your fucking tongue out.”
    “Since you outrank me, I suppose I’ll have to let you,” he muttered vaguely, making a smacking sound with his lips. It would seem as though his mind was on other things. “But I wouldn’t mind a taste of her first. Might you postpone my torture so I can put my mouth on a bonny lass? A male’s dying wish and all.”
    “Death by mutilation? Hardly. Like you wouldn’t grow your tongue back,” Gage snapped irritably, his head throbbing behind his eyes. “And all lasses are bonny to you. You said so yourself.”
    “Aye, they are. All shapes, sizes, and colors. God’s painstaking creativity shows in every female. But I must say this one’s different. Mmmmm,” a heady rumble eased up his throat. “Wakin’ my Beast a wee bit. Thinkin’ he could fuck as the animal that he is with her takin’ a wild ride underneath him. Luscious body is a playground for my inhuman side.”
    “But you’re entirely inhuman.” Gage didn’t want to talk. “I don’t scent a drop of human blood in you.”
    “Just seein’ if you’re listen’.”
    “Heath, when I fuck, I am an animal. One with a single-minded intensity who gives into the Beast or I don’t do it at all. I’ll be damned if I’m taking it easy on any female when I hurl us into the carnal apocalypse. I never back away from a religious experience, such as that. Believe me, if there are two pussies in my bed, one of them sure as hell isn’t me. ” Gage’s skin stretched across his bones right as he heard the car in question drive by. Hardened cock slammed against his straining zipper. He jumped up, tearing off his glasses, reaching a trembling hand for the door.
    Three breaths in, one dangerous breath out.
    A powerful arm pulled him back, curling around his throat, only because he allowed it. “Goin’ out in daylight when you’re no’ decent. Again. Forgettin’ there’ll be humans around?” Silver eyes flashed, canines dipping down over Heath’s chin. “What’s your hurry, Beast?”
    Gage turned away, blanching as he caught a glimpse of the door. Claw marks ran deep and jagged until they hit metal. Fucking clawed the door as if he were a pup hitting puberty. After a few steadying breaths, he retracted nature’s weapons and waited for his canines to recede. Only after he