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

and Dakota.
    “A few drops from my wrist,” Ryan said, raking long fingers through his blue-black hair, so similar in color and texture to Maestru’s own. “I couldn’t push any blood to the surface.”
    “Because you have none to spare,” he said. “I do.”
    “Not gonna happen, bloodsucker,” Rock declared, ignoring Ryan’s flinch.
    “At the risk of her death?” Maestru asked. Not that he was going to listen, but he had to hear it from Rock’s lips that he’d rather her die than to drink from him.
    “Ryan can feed and come back to her.”
    “It will take hours and many feedings, Rock,” Ryan said solemnly, twirling his tongue through his lip ring. “She’s struggled for her life all night, while the others were fighting. I wasn’t in any shape to leave her side, knitting back my own body took everything I had. You must realize that her throat,” he hissed in the way vampires do, “won’t close from the Habaline’s feeding bites.”
    The freed mixed bloods had attacked her, taken Dakota inside a dumpster behind the club, and had at her blood while Ryan fought to get to her. If it were not for Rock, she would be dead. If she had never worked for Six Feet Under in the first place, she would not be on her deathbed.
    Maestru watched as Ryan pulled his shirt overhead, leaving his torso bare. His vampire skin was marred with savage claws, white blood and lumpy tissue oozing through each opening. Countless puncture holes dotted his stomach, and Maestru suspected went past his waistline. He could not imagine the pain Ryan was in, and judging by his pasty pallor, it was overwhelming. “Take my vein,” he offered again. “I didn’t realize you remained this damaged.”
    “Thank you for your offering, Coven Master, but I prefer to hunt,” Ryan said, though looking straight at Rock. “If it is still your will, feed the human instead.”
    “Of course, I will feed her.”
    Ryan’s eyes never wavered, taking in Rock’s dangerous demeanor, before tossing on a clean shirt. “I’ll go out, and Rock will come with me.”
    “Like hell.” Rock’s jaw set, his hands clutching at his thighs.
    “I will not leave her until you return,” Maestru promised.
    “You have a war going on out there!” Rock held out his arm. “Whether you want her or not, humans are a passing phase to your kind. You’ll always leave her unprotected if the need presents itself.”
    “He won’t,” Ryan argued. “I would never leave her if I thought…anything close to what happened to her last night would repeat itself. On top of that, I need you at my back while I feed, Rock. What better hands to leave Dakota in, than a vampire who has endless abilities? Meaning, my Master’s blood is more powerful than mine will ever be. Do not torch the only bridge she needs to cross in order to stay alive. Let her have his gift. Let it go. For now, man,” he pleaded wearily. “We all know she’s not yours.”
    After another glance at Dakota, Rock moved by, pushing into Maestru’s shoulder in a childish way. But he let it slide. “About the club, I sent many from the Coven to assist your reopening.”
    “Thank you,” said Ryan, following Rock out.
    “Go,” ordered Maestru, removing his outer coat. “Go feed. I smell three humans nearing the tunnel.” In long distances, his predatory sense was more precise than Ryan’s was. “Feed and then wipe them.” He smiled when Ryan’s fangs punch down in anticipation. “One is female.”
    Maestru watched them leave. Ryan placing his trust in his Master’s healing abilities was spot-on. Some of Rock’s concerns were legitimate, though no one would hear him admit it.
    He peeled his black shirt over his body, his chest bare except for a jet-black trail leading from his navel to his hardening cock. “Sadly,” he spoke gently to an unconscious Dakota, “as you have recently witnessed, there are others in your world who are not human. I am one of them. In that inhuman grouping, I am one