Blood Wyne nodded, her fangs coming down. But she did not lunge, did not react in any other fashion. “I did. But you’ll need a blade, my dear, unless you choose to cut flesh with your own fangs.”
Nerissa arched her eyebrows. “Now there is an interesting idea. Roman pierces my neck with his fangs. I pierce his flesh with mine.” She turned back to him. “I agree to your terms. Fang for fang, my Prince?”
He laughed, a little too harshly, in a way that made me realize she had turned him on and he was ready to play.
I stepped in. “Remember—she doesn’t get hurt.”
He waved off my concerns. “Always part of the bargain, my love. All right then, werepuma. Fang for fang. You and me. Let’s go.” And, in a quick stride forward, he was by her side. “You might not want your dress to get bloody, and if we do this right, it will.”
“The same with your fancypants outfit, Liege.”
She circled him. Puma was flaring. I could feel it. I had seen her transform so many times I’d lost count. Right before she changed to go running through the forest, Puma would rise and I would always feel a leap of fear in my heart. Nerissa in her Were form was a wild creature, free and passionate, and able to kill with a well-placed blow to the heart or head.
The pair moved to where they were in front of the desk, unencumbered by furniture. They stripped off their clothes and for a moment, I cringed. His mother was in the room. But then common sense took hold of me. Blood Wyne was an ancient vampire. Somehow the rules of mother-son modesty pretty much flew out the window when you really thought about the nature of the beast and what we had been discussing.
Both Nerissa and Roman were magnificent when naked, and I wanted nothing more right then than to slide between them for a bit of three-way action. But (a) Blood Wyne. I really didn’t feel like fucking my wife and my lover in front of her. And (b) the one time we had tried it, Nerissa and I ended up pushing Roman to the side and his ego had been sorely bruised. So I stayed right where I was.
Roman slaked his gaze over Nerissa’s body. “You’re absolutely lovely. Menolly knows her beauties.” He bared his throat. “You can’t kill me unless you stake my heart. I’m going to trust you to hold to our deal. Blood brother, blood sister. Fang for fang. Do your worst, my beautiful Were, princess-to-be.”
Nerissa stood back and then, in a transformation that I knew so well by the sight of it, shimmered. Her spine lengthened as arms and legs shifted, face contorting into the silken, sleek muzzle that marked her as one of the big cats. As the beautiful tawny beast emerged, Nerissa let out a long, low growl of satisfaction. She was beautiful, strong, and muscled. Puma, cougar, mountain lion, call her what you will, my Nerissa was deadly and brilliant.
Roman’s nostrils flared as she neared him. He’s afraid, I thought. He’s really afraid of her.
But he held his ground, standing stock-still as she approached. She padded toward him, pausing when she reached his side. Then, with one massive movement, she rose on her hind feet, standing taller than he was. She leaned against him, her huge front paws draping around his neck. He glanced at me but kept his composure, waiting, his neck fully exposed.
Nerissa licked him, from neck to face, then stared directly into his eyes, her muzzle inches from his lips. She let out a loud grunt, then a rumbling purr as she bared her fangs and scraped them across his throat. The blood welled and began to run down his alabaster skin.
With a huff, she leaned in and licked, as another cloud of shimmering light cloaked them. I blinked, startled, and when I opened my eyes, she was there in her human form, her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips pressed to the cut, lapping softly. The sight of them together, along with the energy filling the room, was driving me nuts now. I wanted to be with them, to fuck them both, to take them down in a mad orgy of tongue and breast and * and cock.
Roman let out a long groan as she sucked up his blood, then stood back.
She wiped the blood off her face onto her fingers and held them up in a salute. “I pledge never to harm you or your mother. I will be your wife, along with my wife. I will do my best to help your cause as long as it does not conflict with my other oaths, and as long as you swear oath back to me.” She bared her neck to him.
I tensed as he neared her.