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My life has been so devoid of pleasure up to this point. Is it any surprise I’m desperate to grab onto any bit of it I can touch, to glut myself on it with these two devastatingly gorgeous men? Maybe I’ll wake up in a day or two and wonder what the hell I’m doing, but I don’t care right now. I just want to feel good.

And yet…

I press a hand to Wolf’s chest. For all his pushiness, he goes still immediately. I glance at Malachi. “Are you okay with this?”

He raises his brows. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Um.” When he says it like that, I feel silly for even asking. “Because we had sex last night?”

“And I fucked Wolf last night.”

Right. I’d almost forgotten about that particular detail. I worry my bottom lip. “Still.”

Malachi props his head on one hand and looks down at me. “Stop worrying about what you should want and focus on what you do want.”

“Like it’s that easy.”

“It’s exactly that easy.” He sifts his fingers through my hair and then over Wolf’s arm. “When you’re immortal, the reasons for not taking what you want don’t hold up.”

The reminder they’ll live on forever while I age and eventually die is almost enough to dispel the lust Wolf is weaving around me. I could swear he hasn’t moved, but he’s got my leg hitched up around his waist and his cock is pressing against me in a way that feels so good, I can barely stand it. I lick my lips. “I’m not immortal.”

“Not yet,” Malachi kisses me before I can ask him what the hell he’s talking about. Humans and dhampirs can be turned, but I’m an anomaly. A dhampir with no power of my own. I might be an anomaly when it comes to the other rules, too.

I could break the kiss, could argue, could demand more information, but I am so goddamn tired of running around like a hamster on a wheel. No matter how hard I fight, how many scenarios I run, I am still trapped. My fate is still in the hands of other people.

I really am a coward, because I push away those thoughts and grab the pleasure the two of them are offering me with both hands. Malachi moves back and then Wolf’s there, nipping my bottom lip. He tastes just as spicy as he smells, something that defies explanation. The why doesn’t matter, though. It’s enough that it simply is.

He reaches between us with his free hand and begins dragging his cock through my folds. Up and down, spreading my wetness around, teasing me even as he kisses every thought out of my head. Just when I’m about to pull back to beg him to just fuck me, he notches his cock at my entrance.

And then he’s inside me.

I was too distracted by Malachi’s bite to fully appreciate that first stroke last night, but being filled by Wolf is an experience I don’t have words for. He’s big, but he feels different than Malachi. I exhale in a rush as his hips meet mine, sealing us together.

“Fuck, she feels good, Malachi.”

“I know.” His voice has gone deep, gained a little of that sexy growl that I’m starting to crave. He’s still got my hand in his and he laces our fingers together as his friend starts to fuck me in slow, rolling strokes. The feeling makes me go soft and molten, each thrust rubbing against something inside me that has the top of my head in danger of spinning off.

Wolf moves back, bracing his hands on either side of my ribs and looks down our bodies. I follow his gaze, and fuck. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of me, of his body rolling with each thrust, of the way I spread to take him deeper… “Wolf.” I moan.

He shortens his strokes, rubbing that spot over and over again. “Malachi.”

I blink up at him, a part of me wondering why he’s saying Malachi’s name while he’s inside me, but then Malachi shifts closer and snakes a hand down my stomach to stroke my clit. Did I think the sight of Wolf fucking me was enough to send me to the moon? Malachi’s fingers lightly rubbing my clit in the way I love, Wolf’s cock inside me hitting that spot… Gods, it’s too much.

I dig my heels into the mattress as I orgasm, but they hold me in place. And they don’t stop. The pleasure just keeps rolling over me again and again, until Wolf’s strokes hitch and he drives into me with a rough curse. I swear I can feel him coming, filling me up, but I don’t get a chance to wonder if it’s my imagination because Malachi gives his shoulder a light shove and Wolf flops onto his back next to me.


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