I glare at him, but it feels half-hearted. Against my better judgement, I’m starting to like his irreverent attitude. Kind of. I don’t know what it says about me, but I’m nowhere close to a place where I want to analyze that. I lick my lips and focus on Malachi. “Is that okay?”
He searches my face for a long moment, but must find whatever he’s looking for because he nods slowly. “Yes, it’s okay.”
10
Idon’t know what I expect, but it’s not for the vampires to start making out as if I’m not in the room. I look around and finally move to the chair near the bed and sink onto it. Wolf digs his fingers into Malachi’s hair and wrenches his head back, deepening the kiss. They’re like two titans clashing, powerful predators at the top of their game and grappling for dominance.
It’s really, really sexy.
They seem totally lost in each other, which allows me to settle into the strangeness of this situation. To begin to enjoy myself. Malachi shifts in one of those blurring moments and bears Wolf to the bed hard enough to make the other man grunt. The sound reaches across the distance and sends a bolt of pure pleasure through me.
I shift in the chair, pressing my thighs together. It doesn’t alleviate the pressure at all. If anything, it makes it worse. Gods, I need to get control of myself.
Except…
Do I?
Malachi brackets Wolf’s neck with a big hand, forcing his head to turn to face me. “Look what you’ve done.” He hardly sounds like himself, his voice deeper and containing a rumble which nearly makesmemoan. “Started something neither of us can finish tonight.”
Wolf grins, completely unrepentant. “Speak for yourself. Not all of us have that inconvenient noble streak of yours.”
He growls. Literallygrowls. “Mina, stroke your clit or I’m going to come over there and do it for you.”
I jolt. “What?”
“You heard me.”
I am seriously tempted to call his bluff, but I’m not sure itisa bluff. I’m also not sure I want to pull the tiger by his tail. Malachi’s managed to restrain himself until now, but if I keep poking him, he might finally force me to put my money where my mouth is.
I reach down beneath the hem of the oversized shirt I’m wearing and touch myself lightly. My breath hisses out before I can stop myself. The evidence of my need wets my fingertips and it’s a wonder I haven’t soaked through the chair. I lean back against it and drag my middle finger over my clit. This time, I can’t stop my moan.
Both men give moans of their own, the merging sounds making me look up and freeze. They’re both staring at my hand, their eyes gone molten with their respective magics. Malachi drags his thumb along Wolf’s jaw. “Pull your shirt up, little dhampir. Show us.”
We’re dancing on a bladed tightrope. One wrong step and this will blow up right in our faces. Or maybe only mine. How far can I push these two before I end up in bed and we all throw my hesitance right out the window? Do Iwantthat?
I pull up my shirt before I can admit the answer to that question, barring myself from the waist down. After the slightest hesitation, I spread my legs a little, angling so they can see everything. Wolf starts to sit up, but Malachi pins him down and reaches between them with one hand. I can’t see exactly what he’s doing, but a few seconds later Wolf tenses and moans. Malachi begins moving and… Oh.Oh. He’s fucking Wolf.
Oh my gods.
I stroke myself faster, watching the roll of his hips, watching the way Wolf’s muscles flex as he tries to take Malachi’s cock deeper. Wolf curses softly. “He’s got a giant cock, love. Feels so fucking good inside me.” He grins, his eyes going crimson. “Just imagine how good he’s going to feel inside of you.”
I don’t know if Icanimagine it, but my mind is only too happy to make a liar out of me. Desire spikes and I have to force myself to slow down, to draw this out. I don’t want to come too fast. “I’m imagining it,” I whisper.
Malachi slows down, seeming to give me his full attention despite being seated deeply in Wolf’s ass. “We aren’t fucking you.”
“Pity,” Wolf murmurs.
“We aren’t fucking you,” Malachi repeats more firmly. A slow smile pulls at the edges of his lips, an expression downright wicked. “But you’re welcome to Wolf’s mouth while I fuckhim.”
That’s a mistake.
I ignore the voice and nod. “Yes, I want that.”
“Thought you might.” He pulls out of Wolf and takes the other man’s jaw in a tight grip, forcing him to meet Malachi’s eyes. “One wrong move and I gut you.”
Wolf laughs. “It’s always gutting with you. That shithurts, Malachi.”
“Which is why it’s a deterrent and a punishment.” He leans back and slaps Wolf’s side. “On the floor in front of her.”