Sanibel Surrender Vampire Werewolf Menage (Fanged Romance Series Book Five) by Talyn Scott Read Free Book Online Page B

they tumbled, one by one. Hastily, Molly wrapped her head in her arms, dodging what she could. When she flipped to her side, one clocked her shoulder, spilling thick liquid down the front of her dress. By its strong, musty smell, the paint was truly ancient.
    “You’ve hurt yourself?”
    “I’m perfectly fine. Go away!” Blindly, she ran her hands over the floor, searching for anything to better her survival. She stumbled upon what felt like an oddly shaped hammer. Yes! A weapon was just what she needed, so she eagerly gripped it with her paint-slickened hands. It would take a brutal blow across the head to immobilize someone of his great size, and Molly prayed she wouldn’t have to risk using it. She didn’t relish the thought of hurting someone, much less killing them. Still, better him than her.
    From behind the panel, she heard him inhale sharply. “You’ve called someone,” he sounded almost hurt.
    “T-the police,” Molly lied, nearing the small door again. She raised her hands, the handle of the tool slipping in her grip, but she held on with all her might.
    “Not the police,” he said with loathing, “you called them .”
    Swallowing against the bile rising in her throat, she asked, “Them?”
    “I’m the one you need, not them.”
    Molly didn't bother asking him to explain that one. After all, how can anyone explain crazy? She heard a slight ping, then the sound of a latch hitting the floor. Then he was suddenly inside facing her. The light from the dining room illuminated one side of his sculptured face, the other side cast in deep shadow. Bringing down the hammer, she squeezed her eyes shut, unable to witness what she was about to do. But at the last second, he gripped both of her wrists with one of his hands, easily removing the makeshift weapon from her slippery grip. Surprisingly, Extol was remarkably gentle with her, considering she was about to bash in his head.
    His opposite hand moved around her throat, pinning her to the wall. Still, his movements were gentle, almost a lover’s caress. "We don't have much time," he said, placing his lips against her cheek. "The paint fumes are masking your scent, but they will find you soon enough."
    Sliding one leg out, she looped her ankle around the bottom of the doorframe, waiting for the perfect moment to bolt. "S-scent?" Unless a canine unit was searching for her, how would Bane locate her by her scent? Didn't matter, Molly would keep this lunatic talking, buy some time.
    He murmured, “So beautiful.” Against her now, Extol was close enough for her to smell his unique scent, even over the ghastly paint fumes. And she didn’t exactly feel revulsion or the fear she’d experienced just moments ago. And that frightened Molly even more. He smelled almost familiar. "A kiss before I leave you, then."
    "A kiss?" If that’s all it would take to get him to leave, she’d kiss his lips right off his face.
    Loosening the grip he had around her throat, he brought his hand around her nape, steadying her for the first brush of his lips. With the slow lick of his tongue, he opened her mouth beneath his gentle pressure. When she parted for him, Extol entwined his tongue with hers and released her wrists. Instead of pushing him away with her freed hands, she fought the urge, and fisted them against her sides. To her amazement, he quickly pulled away.
    "Molly Shirley, I should have tried that the last time.”
    “The last time…what?”
    He shook his head as if to clear it. “I will find you after the next rain."
    With her legs still curled around the doorway, she frowned at him. "But it's rainy season. It rains nearly every single day."
    "Then you won't have that long to wait, will you?" Extol vanished. As in, he disappeared into thin air.
    “Oh, this is my mind thinking of new ways to make me crazy!” On all fours, Molly slid in the paint, rounding the door in accelerating panic. She tried to grip the bottom of the banister but couldn't seem to make it. Her