In this position, he feels even larger than he is. Broad shoulders that taper down to a slim waist. Muscles strong enough to punch his way through concrete walls without breaking a sweat. Scars upon scars, his outsides matching my insides. I reach out and press my hand to the mangled flesh over his heart where someone tried to carve it out. He still hasn’t told me that story. Maybe he never will.
I abandon that line of thinking and dig my hands into his hair. It’s just as long and dark as mine, though he’s got a bit more wave in it. “I need you.”
“Not yet.” He presses me back against the couch and kisses his way down my stomach, his beard scraping against skin already over-sensitized by his bite. “I’m ravenous for you, Mina.”
This. This right here is why I can’t quite believe Malachi is only in this because he has no choice. We might be trapped together, have been trapped since the moment we met; first in that old house by my father’s blood ward and now by the bond that strums between us with every beat of our hearts. If it was only the bond, Malachi would fuck me and nothing else. I’d hardly complain if that’s all we did.
Instead, he’s bringing me pleasure in a multitude of other ways every chance he gets.
In particular, he loves eating my pussy as much as I enjoy his mouth on me.
His breath ghosts against my clit and I shiver. “Well, if you insist.”
Movement behind him has me startling. I was so focused on Malachi, I didn’t feel Wolf approaching. He stands outlined by the doorframe, his lean form clothed in his normal eccentric mix of dark pants, a graphic T-shirt with a band I’ve never heard of, and suspenders. He gives me a feral grin. “You started playing without me.”
Malachi doesn’t lift his head, each word vibrating against my heated flesh. “Get over here, then.”
19
Wolf’s already moving. He strips slowly, his gaze sliding over Malachi’s ass, his bare back, to me. He looks at us like he can’t decide if he wants to eat us or fuck us. Apparently I’ll be dancing on the bladed edge with Wolf tonight, after all. “So many toys, so little time.”
Malachi ignores him and then his mouth is on me properly, his tongue sliding between my folds. Kissing my pussy just as thoroughly as he kisses my mouth. A moan slips free and the last of my worry slips away. It will still be there when we’re finished. I tighten my grip in his hair, lifting my hips to rub myself against his tongue. It feels good, but I know Malachi. It’s about to feel even better.
As if he can hear my thoughts, he bites me, his fangs on either side of my mound. Pleasure surges through me, as if the first bite readied me for exactly this moment. I come so hard, I scream, bucking against him. He grabs my hips and pins me in place, each pull making my orgasm crest higher and higher, until my very voice gives out.
Only then does he give me one last lick and lift his head.
Wolf is there in an instant, claiming Malachi’s mouth. I lie there and watch them kiss, a savage meeting of predators that should scare me but only turns me on more. They’re not mine, no matter what the bond and Rylan think. They’re not mine…but in this moment, they almost feel like they could be.
Wolf tugs Malachi’s head back and licks the blood and me off his lower lip. He shudders. “Exquisite.”
“You, first.” Malachi stands and pushes Wolf down on the couch next to me. “Suck my cock while you’re at it.”
Wolf’s grin is…well,wolfish. I’m reminded yet again that these men—including Rylan—have a history that precedes my birth by centuries. Friendship and more, even if they had some sort of falling out that I still don’t have the details on.
I don’t have the details on a lot of things when it comes to these Bloodline vampires.
There’s no time for my worries to take hold, though. Not with Wolf hauling me to straddle him and wrapping a fist around his cock. He doesn’t hesitate to guide his blunt head to my entrance. I’m ready, more than ready, but I still have to work myself down his length in small strokes to take his size. I brace my hands on his shoulders as I do, looking down into his pale eyes that are already edging crimson the way they do when he’s feeling strong emotions… Or drawing on his power.
I feel an answering pull in my clit, my blood rising to his call as he guides it to further my pleasure. I gasp and sink the rest of the way onto him. “I love it when you do that.”
“I know.”
Malachi barely waits for Wolf to seat himself entirely within me before he leans over the couch and then Wolf’s sucking him down. I rock my hips as I watch him fuck Wolf’s mouth, so turned on I can barely think straight.
He won’t finish like this. They never finish anywhere but inside me these days.
I push the thought away and focus on riding Wolf’s cock as he uses his power to call blood to my clit and nipples. It makes me so sensitive, it almost hurts, but I drink up the near-pain with the same fervor that I consume the pleasure. I need more. Endlessly more.
I look up to find Malachi watching me. He doesn’t break his stride, his fingers digging into Wolf’s pale blond mohawk as he keeps up that punishing rhythm that demands a submission I don’t know if the other man is capable of. In these moments, I’m reminded that no matter how soft Malachi can occasionally be with me, he’s truly the one that holds our little foursome together.
Not me.
As if he can sense my mood shifting, he reaches down and hooks the back of my neck, towing me closer to Wolf. “Drink from him.”
“But—”
“Do it, little dhampir.” His voice is slightly ragged as he fucks Wolf’s mouth, but his eyes are intense on me. “How are you going to get stronger if you shy away from this?”