“Wolf.” Malachi’s snarl slams me back into myself. He’s farther away than I expect. I catch sight of him standing in the bathroom doorway, a cloth in his hand.
Wolf and I both go still. My heart is beating so hard, I feel dizzy. Or maybe that’s the danger screaming through my veins at the feeling of the broad head of Wolf’s cock pressing against my entrance. “Wait.”
“She’s so wet.” I can’t see Wolf’s expression with his face buried against my neck, but his voice is downright feral. “So tight, Malachi. So needy for a cock.” His hips flex, pushing into me the tiniest bit. “Might be worth getting my throat torn out.” He strokes a hand down my side, but I can’t tell if he’s trying to soothe me or hold me down.
Another of those tiny flexes and he pushes farther into me. It feels good and bad and, oh gods, I don’t know if I want him to stop.
I don’t get a chance to decide. A blur of movement and then something hot and wet hits my chest and stomach. I freeze, my fangs aching at the copper scent filling the air.
Wolf slumps to the side of me, bleeding from his throat. Even as I watch, the wound starts healing, fusing together faster than I could have imagined possible. That doesn’t change that Malachi just…ripped out his throat.
And then Malachi is there, covering me with his big body. Wolf’s blood slicks our skin against each other, the scent of it only heightening my desire. I reach down with a shaking hand and drag my fingers through where it coats my breasts.
Malachi catches my wrist as I raise my fingers to my mouth. “Not yet.”
“But—”
“I said I wouldn’t do this.” He curses long and hard, looking like an entirely different person, a creature more beast than man. “Say yes, Mina.”
No mistaking what he means. No pretending I don’t know what I’m going to get if I agree. I don’t know if he’ll let me walk out of this room if I tell him no, but I believe with my entire heart he’d try.
I don’t want to say no.
I take a shuddering breath, allowing myself to be lost in the flames in his dark eyes. There are so many things I once believed I should want, but there’s no place for should here. There is no future, no past, nothing but this moment where the two of us perch poised on the precipice of no return. Wolf, too.
I lick my lips, tasting Wolf’s blood there, too. It zings through me, just as potent as Malachi’s, but different. His tastes as hot as his flames do. Wolf’s is spicy and somehow barbed. It tastes better than alcohol, but I knew my answer before it hit my veins. “Yes.”
11
Malachi kisses me. It’s just as consuming as every other time, and I dig my bloody hands into his hair as I lose myself in his taste. I’m only vaguely aware of him moving our bodies, hitching one of my legs up and around his waist. He drags his cock over my pussy and then his broad head is pressed against my entrance.
I tense, but he doesn’t shove inside. He leans back enough to meet my gaze. “The first time can be painful.”
Trying to think past the buzzing in my veins is almost too difficult. “I know that.”
“I’m going to bite you to negate that.” He hesitates, suddenly looking more like the man I’ve been spending so much time with, rather than the monster who just ripped his friend’s throat out so he could fuck me first. “Are you sure, Mina?”
I pull on his hair, frustration getting the better part of me. “I’ve never had a choice, Malachi. Not once in my fucking life. I’m saying yes, choosing this. Stop questioning it and fuck me.”
Wolf gives a wet laugh from where he’s leaning against the side of the bed, his hand against his healing throat. “You heard her.”
“I’ll deal with you presently.”
“With more orgasms, I hope.”
Malachi gives an exasperated rumble. “Shut up, Wolf.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I whimper. “Malachi, please.”
He hesitates for so long, I think he might have changed his mind. But before I can say anything else, he curses and strikes, sinking his fangs into my throat on the opposite side of where Wolf did. At the same time, he drives into me. I get a blast of pure agony and then the pleasure of the bite takes over, washing it all away in a tidal wave of need. I think I scream. Maybe I black out. I don’t know.
The next moment I come back to myself, my legs locked around Malachi’s hips and my fingers tangled in his hair as I rise to meet each slow thrust. Pain and pleasure dance together in an elegant symphony. “Oh fuck.”