I tilt my head to the side, offering my neck. “I trust you.”
“Gods.” He speaks low and soft, but the words are lost on me as his teeth sink into my skin. Wolf presses us onto our backs and then his big cock is at my entrance, pushing steadily into me. The first pull from Rylan’s mouth has my orgasm rising again, and Wolf working his cock into me only heightens my pleasure.
I want it to be like this always.
Rylan only takes four pulls, but it’s more than enough. It’s like it incites something within the three of us. A flame. A desperation to be closer, to make our pleasure last longer. A desire formore.
He wrestles Wolf and I off him. Wolf lands on his back with me astride him, his cock still buried deep. He thrusts up, laughing in a choked kind of way. “Better hurry, Rylan. Missed this too much to last long.”
I plant my hands on his chest and start to ride him. “Yes, Rylan. Hurry.” I’m going to come again. It’s as if all the misery and suffering from the last week have held back a wave of pleasure so strong, it threatens to sweep me away entirely. I’m not sure I mind. The harsh reality will return all too soon. I want this while we have this chance.
“You can last. Both of you,” Rylan bites out. His weight disappears from behind me for a moment and I hear him rustling through the nightstand drawer. He snorts. “The demonwouldensure we’re fully stocked on lube.”
“Azazel has his priorities in order.” Wolf hooks the back of my neck and tows me close to claim my mouth. Kissing him is rarely soft and never what I expect. This time is no different. His tongue is fierce against mine, filled with things left unsaid. I meet him stroke for stroke, never stopping riding him even as I’m sighing and gasping against his lips.
The mattress dips as Rylan returns to us. I already know what to expect. What comes next. We’ve done this before. If we live through the coming confrontation, we’ll do this many times again. The thought makes me shiver. Rylan palms my ass, that delicious tremor in his hands. “You up for this?”
I break Wolf’s kiss to snarl, “Fuck me, Rylan. Don’t hold back.”
“You heard her.” Wolf laughs and then he reclaims my mouth with teeth and tongue.
Rylan doesn’t ask again. He spreads lube over me and works his fingers into me in slow strokes. It hasn’t been that long since we’ve done this, but he’s nothing if not thorough. When I first met him, I thought he was an unbelievable ass. I still think that sometimes, but beneath his cold exterior is a man who cares far more than anyone would guess.
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 alwayswantedhim 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, feelsright. 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—”