Anyone except Malachi. And Wolf. And now me.
He presses his cock to my ass. He hasn’t always been careful with me in the past—I haven’t always wanted him to be careful with me in the past—but he’s being careful now. Neither he nor Wolf are small men, and the sensation of fullness is almost too much as he seats himself within me entirely. Rylan kisses the back of my neck. “Good?”
“Yes.” I can’t move, impaled as I am between them, but I still try. “Please. More.”
“Love it when you say please,” Wolf mutters against my temple. “Rylan?”
“Yeah.” Rylan plants his hands on my hips and starts to thrust slowly into me. I squirm and moan, but in my current position all I can really do is take what they give me. I kiss Wolf’s throat, setting my teeth against his skin there. I have no fangs to pierce, but I suddenly want to.
I bite him anyways. Just to do it. His cock jerks inside me and he hisses. “Need something, love?”
“Yes.” I stroke his throat with my fingers. A blink and the tips tingle, transforming to claws. Rylan is still fucking me slowly, but I can feel how his attention is now focused on my hand. If I try to rip out Wolf’s throat, he’ll stop me. I hope. I lick my lips. “Can I, Wolf?”
He tilts his head back as much as he can in our current positions. “Drink your fill, love.”
Malachi is on his way back. I can feel the distance closing between us, him racing in our direction in a blur too fast for the human eye to follow. When he returns, he’ll make us stop. He laid down very reasonable guidelines fewer than twelve hours ago. Reasonable guidelines that we’re flaunting right now.
I can practically feel Wolf’s pulse on my tongue, a steady beat begging me to taste. I don’t want to wait, and I don’t want to play things safe and slow. “Just a little taste.” I’m lying and we all know it.
“Put the claws away, Mina.” Rylan releases one hip and leans down to cover my hand with his own. “Let me.”
I don’t want to. I want to draw Wolf’s blood, to take it into my body the same way I’m taking his cock right now, to make it my own. What Rylan’s saying is smart, though. I don’t want to hurt Wolf. I just want to taste him on my tongue. “Yes.”
Rylan’s skin tingles against mine. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt him use his magic like this before, but it’s pleasant. As my fingers shift back to their normal shape, his grow sharp and claw-like. He drags three down the center of Wolf’s throat. Not gouging him, but deep enough that it will take some time to heel.
Wolf digs his hands into my hair and guides my mouth to his throat. I hardly need any encouragement. Everything about this feels good, feels right. Rylan picks up his pace a little as I drink from Wolf. With how we’re arranged, he’s essentially fucking both of us. Wolf’s grip on my hair spasms and he moans a bit with each pull I take from his throat.
Pleasure builds inside me in slow waves. We’re not rushing. It feels like we’re spinning a web of desire around each other, each slide of their cocks, each swipe of my tongue against Wolf’s throat, the delicious friction of all their skin against all of mine… It all increases the sensation of something magical taking place.
Rylan curses. “Too fucking good. I’m going to—” His teeth sink into my shoulder.
Just like that, I’m coming. I sob against Wolf’s throat, writhing through an orgasm that curls my toes. Rylan pulls out at the last moment and a bare second later, his seed lashes my ass and lower back. He barely gets out of the way before Wolf rolls us. His hand is at the nape of my neck again, urging me back to his throat. “More, love. Bite me again.”
“Wolf—”
“Fuck off.”
Something’s wrong, but I’m too far gone to understand what. I wrap my legs around Wolf’s hips and urge him deeper as I follow his command. The wounds are almost closed. I won’t get as much as I want. I want… with the barest thought, my teeth grow sharp in my mouth. They nick my lips, but I don’t care. I have what I need now.
I bite him.
He groans, low and deep, driving into me as he comes. Hot blood scours my tongue and I barely have the presence of mind to stop biting him and drink. Each pull makes him drive into me harder, which only makes my orgasm crest again. We’re caught in a loop. It’s too good to stop.
The door crashes open hard enough to bounce off the wall. The boom startles us enough that we freeze. Malachi stalks into the bedroom, his expression forbidding as he takes in the scene in front of him. I have the presence of mind to remove my mouth from Wolf’s throat, but there’s no covering up the mess. We’re both sticky with his blood and other things. Even the sheets are soaked. “Mal—”