Malachi traces the opening of my robe, tugging it until it falls open. As if they planned this, Wolf kisses his way down my neck to my newly bared breasts. He makes a sound of appreciation and then he pulls one nipple into his mouth while Malachi keeps up that delicious light pinching with the other. I stare down at the sight of Wolf’s mouth on me, of Malachi’s hands on me at the same time. It’s just like before, when they drove me to orgasm together, and yet it’s entirely different.
I never want it to stop.
Movement behind Wolf draws my attention. Rylan sits on the bed, idly toying with the knife in his hand, his attention entirely on us, his eyes fully silver. I tense, but Malachi uses his free hand to cup my jaw and urge me to bend backward so he can kiss me again. I know it’s a distraction technique, but I eagerly arch to accept his mouth.
Wolf uses his mouth to keep parting my robe until he gets to the tie and yanks it open. The blood pounds through my body, but I don’t think he’s to blame. It’s this situation, it’s Malachi’s blood inside me, still sizzling through my veins. The feeling has settled a little, as if I’ve absorbed it. It must be what’s happened before, but I’ve never felt the transition as acutely as I do right now. “More.”
Both men pause. Malachi lets out a slow breath. Wolf looks up at me and grins, flashing fang. “You heard the lady.”
Malachi moves first, pulling the robe off my shoulders and tossing it aside. He lifts me into his arms and starts for the bed.
Wolf snorts. “Things were just getting interesting.”
“You can have your turn later.” Malachi sets me on the bed on the opposite side from Rylan, and there’s no way it’s coincidence. I’m still uneasy about Rylan, and even more off-center because of my reaction to him. I don’t like him, but I can’t deny part of me is drawn to him. It’s uncomfortable and I don’t like it, but ultimately he’s right. This is just sex, and the purpose of it tonight is to somehow awaken my theoretical magic. The orgasms are just a convenient side effect.
Better this than torture.
Malachi nudges me onto my back and moves down my body to wedge himself between my legs. He went down on me in the kitchen, and again in the hallway, but somehow this feels a thousand times more intimate. His broad shoulders force my thighs wide and the way he looks at me…
I shiver and lick my lips. “Please.”
Wolf drops down next to me, planting himself between us and the edge of the bed. He grins at Malachi. “You stole my turn and now you’re teasing. Rude.”
Malachi presses an open-mouth kiss to my thigh. “You can have a turn later.”
There it is again. That feeling of being a toy between them, something to be passed around. I expect to hate it, but the feeling never comes. How can it when they’re being so careful with me? Not a toy, after all. Atreat. I shiver.
Malachi drags his tongue over my pussy and the fire behind him flares higher. Wolf tenses. “Keep it locked down.”
“Mmm.” He ignores the other man and keeps licking me. It’s not like before in the hallway. He’s taking his time. It feels so fucking good, but the feeling he’s savoring every little taste? It only makes this hotter.
I try to roll my hips, to guide him up to my clit, but he uses one arm to pin my lower half to the bed without missing a beat. I moan. I can’t help it. Desire drugs my senses, and a hot, hard knot starts to pulse inside me. Close. I’m so close.
Malachi chooses that moment to slow his kisses until they’re the barest brushing of his lips to my heated flesh. Nowhere near enough to get me off. “Please!”
Wolf traces a lazy finger up my stomach and between my breasts. “We’re just getting started, love. Don’t get impatient.” His crimson eyes flick to the other side of me. “Now.”
I follow his gaze and tense. I was so focused on Malachi, I hadn’t realized Rylan now lay on the other side of me. He reaches over my chest and takes Wolf’s wrist. The knife flashes and a wide cut opens on Wolf’s forearm. Rylan holds my gaze as he guides Wolf’s bleeding arm to my mouth. “Drink deeply.”
I obey without thinking. Wolf’s blood is like drinking pure fire. I might find that ironic later. Maybe. Right now, it’s yet another sensation on the heels of so much. The lightning from Malachi isn’t completely gone and the fire dances with it, sending shivers through me. I gasp, belatedly realizing Wolf’s wound has healed. I start to look at him, but he’s already moved down to my breasts again. He pulls one nipple into his mouth as Malachi shoves his tongue inside me.
The dual sensations bow my back. “Oh gods.”
I reach for Wolf, but Rylan catches my wrists and presses them back to the bed. It causes him to loom over me, and I might be out of my mind, but I swear his gaze drops to my mouth for a long moment before he drags it back to my eyes. “I’m going to touch you now.”
It takes two tries to form words. “You’re touching me right now.”
“Not like this.”
Malachi swirls his tongue around my clit and I have to close my eyes for a long moment. When I finally drag them open again, Rylan is still bent over me. Waiting for permission, I realize. I’ve already agreed to this, to all of it, but I nod slowly. “Okay.”
I don’t know what to expect. Most of my body is covered with Wolf and Malachi right now. There isn’t much space left for Rylan. But he surprises the hell out of me when he leans down and kisses me.
Just like that, everything changes.
17
Malachi keeps licking my pussy as if he’ll never get enough, but every time I get close to the edge, he retreats. It’s agonizing. It’s glorious. Wolf lavishes my breasts with attention, but it’s as if he and Malachi can communicate without words. Every time Malachi backs off, Wolf does the same, gentling his nips and kisses to almost nothing.