Except…my hairisfloating.
And so is Malachi’s.
I can’t see Wolf, and Rylan’s hair is too short to tell, but there’s a weightless feeling to the room, as if we’ve somehow decreased the force of gravity. But that’s impossible. No, this is magic. I canfeelit thrumming inside me in time with Malachi’s thrusts. So close to the surface, but not there yet. Something…
Something’s holding it back.
I’mholding it back.
I claw at Malachi’s shoulders. “I need more.” His brows draw together as he looks down at me and then he glances at Rylan. I follow his gaze. Desperation claws its way through me and I find myself reaching out to Rylan. “It’s not enough. I need more. I can’t let go.”
Rylan hesitates. “If—”
“Fuck my mouth.” Under different circumstances, I might enjoy the way his eyes blaze even brighter as shock suffuses his handsome face. Right now, I’m too intensely focused on that feeling ofalmost. I nod to myself. “Yes, that’s what I need.” If he does that, it will overwhelm me, I’m sure of it. Then maybe this horrible feeling of being almost there will burst. I glare up when I realize Rylan is still hesitating. “Now. Hurry.”
He curses, but then he’s shoving out of his pants and moving to kneel over us. It’s a little awkward, but I don’t care. I wrap my fist around Rylan’s cock and reach for Malachi with my other hand. “Don’t stop.”
Malachi’s expression is almost feral. “I won’t.”
I arch up and tug on Rylan’s cock at the same time, guiding him into my mouth. He’s not quite as long as Malachi and Wolf, but he’s thicker, thick enough I have to work to suck him down. His low curse has me clenching around Malachi, but it’s not enough. I can’t get him deep enough.
Rylan, thank the gods, seems to understand. He touches my jaw. “Relax. Let me do the work.”
Yes, that’s what I need. I made a sound of assent and give myself over to all of them. Malachi smooths his hands up my thighs, pressing them up and out, splaying me open. “Her clit, Wolf.” As Wolf snakes his hand around my hip to stroke my clit, Malachi picks up his pace until he’s pounding into me. Rylan doesn’t take quite as punishing pace or depth, but as he starts fucking my face, I have to relax completely and let him lead. I have to submit. I have to become a receptacle for their bodies, for my pleasure. Wolf’s clever fingers stroke my clit. This time, they aren’t backing off. All three of us are cascading toward one inevitable ending.
The feeling inside me rushes higher, pressing against something invisible holding it in place. With each thrust, it surges. Again and again. Higher and higher. More and more.
Something tears deep in my soul as it ascends. It feels like someone shoved their hand into my chest and wrapped it around my bloody heart, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing until it bursts from my chest in a rush that has me crying out around Rylan’s cock.
Glass shatters. A great pressure pushes against my skin. In the distance, I think I hear screaming.
And then Rylan curses and he’s coming down my throat. I drink him down without thought, sucking on his cock even as he begins to ease away. Malachi shudders between my thighs and then he fills me in great spurts that have me moaning. Holy shit, what is happening? He barely moves out of the way before Wolf flips us, pinning me to the bed as he drives into me. I’m too loose to do anything but take it, and I have the distant thought that even this feels amazing. He pulls out a bare second before he comes across my back and then he slumps down beside me.
For a long moment, only the sound of our ragged breathing filled the room.
Then Malachi gives a choked laugh. “It worked. It fucking worked.” He pulls me up and kisses me hard. “You did it, Mina.”
I barely have the strength to cling to his shoulders as he pulls me into his arms and grabs someone’s shirt to wipe down my back. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. The blood ward is gone.”
Wolf stretches and his fingers feather along my thigh. “He’ll have felt the rebound of it shattering. It’ll put him out of commission for at least a few hours.”
Him. My father.
I shiver in Malachi’s arms. My body doesn’t feel like my own. My skin is so sensitive I simultaneously want to shove him away and also rub myself all over him. “I don’t think I can walk.”
“You just got fucked to within an inch of your life. No shit you can’t walk.” Wolf laughs. “That was work well done, if I do say so myself.”
“Malachi.” For the first time since I met him, Rylan sounds…shocked. “Do you recognize what she is?”
I twist to look at Rylan. His eyes are still blazing silver and he’s staring at me like I’m a poisonous snake that just slithered into his bed. It stings, but I try to rationalize my response; it’s not as if he liked me to begin with. I take a shaky breath. “What am I?”
“Seraph,” he says the word like a curse.
“Aseraph?” Wolf throws himself onto his back and laughs so hard he has to clutch his stomach. “Our little dhampir is a fuckingangel.”
Seraph.