Sanibel Sizzle - Vampire Werewolf Menage by Talyn Scott

storm just as the double doors opened grandly to reveal his sentinels escorting in …. Rising quickly, he curled a brow at the sight before him .   T hen Ciaran executed a svelte move , if he did say so himself , which hid his lower half behind an armchair.  His cock standing at attention as various attending pack member s drooled on, but certainly not for him.    Had he ever hardened for a lass from across the room?   Not in a brothel as a pup, not even in a modern-day strip club had it happened, until now, and all in his very home. “What are you wearing?”
     
    Take her!
     
    Soon, control yourself , beast . 
     
    “The clothes you provided for me.” The fire-headed vixen pressed her hands down her front, biting her lip nervously, dripping with sugary sweetness. Even so, she looked very uncomfortable with her body.
     
    He wasn’t buying it. 
     
    “Afanas, a moment please,” Ciaran directed his Beta to a private corner.
     
    Afanas came quietly, listening to his Alpha b ut not taking his eyes off her .  “Yes, sire?”
     
    “Oh , it’s sire, is it?  What clothes did you procure for my woman ?  She wears next to nothing.”  Cri mson curls piled the lass’s head, drift ing across her forehead and sliding around her n eck .  Fuck me hair. Cosmetics perfected her perfection s, Kohl lining her eyes . Come fuck me eyes. A microscopic and much too sheer white skirt skimmed her ‘worship at my alter ’ thighs.  Her blouse, he groaned, “That’s not a blouse, but a teeny scarf.”
     
    “It’s called a halter top.”  Afanas had the nerve to wink at her.
     
    What’s worse?  She winked back.  “Her tits are much too lar ge for something of that nature, ” Ciaran barked , stifling a territorial growl.
     
    “Oh, I think whoever designed that blouse had her breasts in mind.”   Afanas barely glanced at his Alpha.  “I’d like to thank him or her per sonally…eh, who am I kidding?  A male designed that top and we both know it .”
     
    “For the love of God, man, listen to me and stop ogling the lass .  I ordered dresses …not scraps of cloth and black leather … stiletto … boots.” Come fuck me shoes.
     
    “The play clothes,” Afanas said, rolling his eyes.  “She clearly mixed them up with the ‘out of the boudoir’ garments.  An easy fix, I’ll walk her upstairs, explain the difference and help her change.   It’ll take a while. ”
     
    “Set your fooking ass down, Beta.”
     
    “Ah, so the cat hasn’t got your brogue , after all .  My guess is she’s stirring your pot.  A smart one y ou have, better watch you r back.   If you’re lucky, said back will be nice and bloody by sunrise. ”
     
    “Taken under advise ment along with everything else, ” Ciaran grated and directed an intense stare and his throbbing sex towards his new mistress.  The breath left his chest.  “ Come sit, my sweet, ” he clogged on the words while ho lding a palm out for her. She took it.  In all honesty, Ciaran was surprised that she had .  Because even though she was finally free to walk with guards out of her chamber and dine like a lady, s he seemed more than peeved this night.  Up to something, he thought.  But so was he.  Maybe he shouldn’t have told her she was in a cage.  He mentally shrugged.  Everyone knows b oundaries must be s et by the Alpha .  Best she understood the rules from the start.
     
    When they neared the table, Ciaran decided that his mistress had the most gorgeous ass that graced the face of this real m.   So pushing her chair in wasn’t a drudgery of male chivalry, but the blessing of ocular sin. And he couldn’t help but notice that she wore no bra .  As she sat, he r breasts jiggled, hard ened berries protruded through the thin fabric for all to see.  Damn it.   Sliding across the silky fabric with every move her body made. Swaying heav ily as she reached for her fork . I will taste your nipples.
     
    Instead, h e stilled her