Read Online Captiva Master - Vampire Warewolf Menage Six Feet Under Series Book 4) by Talyn Scott - Free Book Online

next heartbeat, he was at the driver’s side of the truck, making his way behind the steering wheel. Out of nowhere, Dakota honked the blasted horn, making his sensitive ears ring like the devil. Oh, this damned horn could shatter glass! “A Lovec, a Donor hunter, is a half mile away.” Gently but swiftly, he shoved her next to Adam, disengaging her from the offensive horn. “Have I not made it clear enough for you, that your blood is a distinct calling for practically every nefarious creature? Have I not made it clear enough for you that no matter who your friends are, I will be the one taking care of you?” He started the truck, threw it into gear, and fought his urge to spin out of the parking lot. Keeping it casual was his best bet, for at least as long as he could manage casual. “Why were you nailing that horn?” he asked through gritted teeth, his ears still ringing.
    Dakota rubbed her breast furiously. “It was a boob honk, you ass!”
    Immortals had died for calling him less. Thoughts of his palm smacking her curvy backside hit him. “What the bloody hell is a boob honk?”
    Adam interjected, “I figured out the honk part, but what’s a boob?” His shifter eyes started to glitter but Dakota somehow missed the effect. Quickly, Adam shielded them beneath his ever-handy dark shades but not fast enough for Maestru to miss the shifter’s hungry gaze landing on Dakota’s tantalizing thighs. Maestru’s shirt was caught beneath one plump ass cheek, and she hadn’t the room to pull the hem down and straighten it.
    “Use your imagination,” she snapped, muttering something under her breath about how every man, vampire or not, had a highly active and mostly depraved way of thinking.
    Maybe she was right.
    However, he was sure she would enjoy hi s creative way of thinking in specific, intimate circumstances. “A little depravity never hurt anyone,” he said softly, flicking his eyes to the rearview mirror while passing the Cypress Lake intersection. He swore an oath as he spotted midnight wings blending flawlessly into the night sky. Driving the speed limit, fifteen minutes were all he needed to get past the causeway attaching Fort Myers to Sanibel Island. From there, he could have Dakota on his property within another ten minutes. No Lovec could step foot on a Master’s property without that Master’s permission. If the Lovec couldn’t acquire permission from the Master, he took his grievance to Prince Volos, where the complaint would lose itself in red tape for a while. From the look of things, they would not make it to his lair in time.
    “I can feel your tension,” Dakota broke her silence, sitting crushed between two oversized males, his shirt still rucking up her thigh. “It’s getting closer, isn’t it?”
    Maestru nodded. “This is one of the many reasons, you must obey me.” Instead of dealing with the incoming hunter, he wanted to bite her there, between her legs, sinking his fangs into the soft flesh and lapping her blood, sating his thirst…his desire. In this century, he rarely enjoyed group sex without being the only male present. His dominant Master Species demanded he received all females’ attentions. Strangely, he wasn’t getting that vibe with Adam in the car, even with Adam’s shifter so obviously taking notice of Dakota.
    “I’ve lived on this earth for twenty-six years without…” she stopped, her fingers touching her throat in recollection of her attack.
    “The Dynasty Empire,” he ground out, hitting Oycher’s speed dial, “knows about you. Maybe they know more than they’re letting on.” Oycher answered on the first ring. “Get to Amy. She chose the Dynasty Empire over Jayce Jordan’s offer today. Erase her memories of everything after she left the Habaline breeding facility. She’s to know nothing of how we hid her. Leave no traces for the Lovci to follow, not even a thread. Stay with her afterwards. If a hunter comes your way, play the game, Oycher, and