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

settled his breathing did Heath pull himself back to his human facade.
    “Very good, then,” Heath’s voice lost its warning edge. “Can we sniff around Sayer’s den or are you more likely to take a run?”
    “Now,” Gage whispered. “We hit it now, and we hit it quickly. Or I’m out.”
    “No’ without me,” Heath admitted as they left the vehicle. They walked across the road with as much casualness and two oversized males could pull off. A man walking his dog pulled to the left, avoiding them at all cost. A common occurrence they dealt with daily. Though humans found them attractive, they were afraid of them. Years of practice spent assimilating, mingling in with the weaker species, couldn’t change their minds. Fear fed fear. And when a predator passed them, they knew it.
    “Not without you?”
    “Alpha has me on your arse.”
    “I’m the one that rides ass, not the other way around. You’re not shadowing me, Heath. Get that thought out of your head.”
    “You were face-down when the Alpha found you, said he’d never seen you that way before.” He entered Sayer’s code, unlocking the elevator so they could head up. “Though you were left alive by your attackers, anythin’ could’ve killed you in that state, includin’ humans.”
    “Attackers? You mean a pack of scent-free, immortal-fire-wielding leeches,” Gage corrected in a bored tone. He found it hard to believe that vampire rogues randomly attacked him. It felt as though it were a calculated warning. And bits and pieces in Kash’s report told him nothing.
    “Did you really defang the Coven Master?”
    “He went dental on Tatum. Practically shredded her throat, so I showed him what I thought of that.” Gage looked over his glasses, daring him to continue this conversation. Heath decided not to push it. Wise choice. The mirrored doors split, and they rounded the corner to investigate Sayer’s apartment.

Chapter Six
    S ayer watched the vampire named Tare grip the bars that separated them. Bars he could break easily when he healed a bit more from his beating. But he needed blood to drink. And Tare knew it.
    “Again, I ask you,” he hissed in the way vampires do. “Why were you chasing the female mixed-blood?”
    “Or your assembly is going to descend again with your tire irons and immortal fire?” He asked, turning to face his captor. Half of his face remained burned. The tire irons he could endure. Fires of hell were another matter altogether, the only thing that managed to keep him from going back for his female. He refused to touch his face in front of them, refusing them their sadistic pleasure, but he imagined the freak he now was. Something Azure wouldn’t want to look at unless he healed first.
    “You must want more of what you’ve already gotten. Last chance to answer before I burn more than your pretty-boy face,” Tare warned.
    “Again, I answer you with the same response I’ve given countless times since being here.” Because she’s mine . “I wanted to get laid. In regards to powerful fucking, a mixed-blood’s body is more tolerable than a human is, and full-bloods are such a rarity, so there’s no room for pickiness in matters of the cock. She enjoys hard grind. I intended on delivering. We hooked up.”
“Frolicking in the swamp?”
    “Nasty roughness was all we wanted. Something a full vamp like you wouldn’t appreciate without gallons of blood dripping from your dick.” A dangerous smile split Sayer’s face. “Being part Lycanthrope” – he patted his chest – “has its advantages.” His words echoed starkly in his stone enclosure. At Tare’s scoff, Sayer added just for fun, “By the way, only the elderly use the word frolicking anymore. Should brush up on your dialect,” he said with faux concern. “Fitting in with the present century is a must. Or don’t you want to do that.”
    “And you prove that the young remain blindly stupid.”
    “I suppose so since I’m still wondering why I’m