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

long, jean-encased legs in front of him. The picture of masculine perfection flared silver eyes identical to his brother’s. Ciaran’s bloodline was known for those rare, mercurial eyes. Their Beasts descended from unparalleled trackers, extraordinary shamans, and powerful Alpha’s since the beginning of time. “Beautiful, aye,” he spoke in broken brogue, “you doona give much to go on. All lasses are beautiful to me.”
    Jude chuckled softly, tossing his caramel-colored hair over a brawny shoulder. “We’ll be going in circles, then?”
    Gage studied his battered but quickly healing hands, shamed to have to explain what happened yesterday, especially since he hadn’t figured it out himself. “I’ve caught her scent in the clubbing district a few miles from here,” he said with utter humiliation, “and I’m going back tonight. It’s the weekend still. Usually humans are repetitious with their weekending habits, upping my chances of catching it again.” He wrapped his arm around the back of his neck supporting his throbbing head.
    He had to get a hold of her soon. If more time passed, he didn’t know what restraint the Beast would be capable of when it finally did claim its mate. Centuries of waiting were a bit too long for any creature, much less a nearly desolate werewolf. Gage inwardly shuddered at that thought; hoping whom he was fated to would be strong enough not to run scared when he caught up with her.
    Heath tilted his head, studying Gage with open curiosity. “What beat you?”
    “Obviously an immortal,” he grated. And there had been more than one considering the power Gage wielded. Very few Beasts could come up against Gage one-on-one. “What human could take me down?”
    “We’re you so lost you dinna scent another?”
    Gage felt his canines coming down. With an icy glare and a deceptively soft voice he said, “The last I heard, Heath, you weren’t mated.”
    He smiled reluctantly. “Are you tryin’ to tell me that you lose all sense of your environs when you find your true lass?”
    Asshole. “Something like that.” How could he explain running under the moon after his first transformation? How could he elucidate taking a woman under him for the first time, delving into her lush body and stroking her intimately? How could he explain the way his canines felt the first time they struck a vein, and he tasted crimson divinity? “I could never describe what it was like when I first scented her. But I will tell you this: It would be easier to describe the rising sun to those who are blind.”
    Jude stepped closer. Longing haunted the depths of his eyes. After swallowing a few times, he asked, “Just try.”
    “What?" Gage whispered, staring at back at him. He saw pain there. Lots of it.
    “Just… No one ever wants to talk about it,” he offered as a way of explanation, “to those of us who remain unmated.”
    Gage gingerly pulled his arm from behind his neck and leaned both elbows on his desk. He planted his face in his palms and spoke through his fingers, “It's like something ripped away everything that I was and replaced it with someone far better. I felt what was missing and wanted it with me for all time. My soul mate is out there. I can see how, after all these years; life could lose its redundancy for me. I can see myself being truly happy. I can see myself as a father - a good father, a fantastic father. Nothing like the piece of shit that ran off on me when I was a mere pup,” he explained, pulling his face away from his hands. His father worked every available battle, putting his family second, before finally giving up and never coming home. “And that’s just from her scent alone.”
    “Damn,” was all Jude could say.
    “On a different note, my werewolf has suddenly evolved, though I can't say that's a good thing. In scant hours, the Beast has strengthened. It’s beyond dangerous. Hell, it’s restless. It’s even frightening. It deigns to take down everything in