His shifts down a little and bites me. His teeth sink into the curve of my breast. Not a spot where he’s going to get much blood, but the effect is overwhelming. I release his hips and grab his head, guiding him to my nipple. “Again.”
“Must be the bond,” he mutters. “I want to mark you up. Rub my scent all over you.” His hands find the spots where Rylan held me down earlier, at my neck and back. “Mark you just like Rylan did. Just like Malachi wants to.”
I guide him to my other breast. “Do it.”
He does. Again and again and again. Tiny little bites that ramp up my pleasure. Looking down my body and seeing little rivulets of blood marking my skin do just as much for me as the bites themselves. Ilovethese marks just as much as I love the ones from Rylan’s claws. A sign of mutual ownership, of them claiming me the same way the bond demands I claim them.
Later, I’ll worry this is some sort of magic. Right now, there’s no room for anything but the feeling of Wolf’s little bites in time with his cock sliding in and out of me. Need winds tighter and tighter, arching my body and drawing a cry from my lips. “More!”
He gives me more. Even so, he’s not rushing. Time ceases to have meaning as we fuck, our bodies moving in a rhythm as familiar as breathing. With each wave of pleasure, my orgasm edges closer, stronger. When he finally loops his arm under my waist and lifts my hips to find the sensitive spot inside me with each stroke, I lose control completely. I grab his arms and scream. I think I might even black out. All I know is one moment I’m coming so hard the room goes black, and the next I’m blinking up into Wolf’s crimson eyes as he finishes inside me.
I’m so dazed, I almost miss the low word he utters. “Ours.” A promise and a threat.
The sweat is still cooling on my body when I sense the approach of Rylan and Malachi. They’re moving quickly. I don’t know what’s changed with the bond in the last few days, but I can feel the distance closing in great detail. “They’re coming.”
“About time. Really, how hard is it to find a group of unsuspecting vampires, kill all but one, and then indulge in a little torture until he tells you everything he knows?” Wolf climbs to his feet and stretches his arms over his head. Even after all the fucking, the sight of him makes my body clench. I try to push the desire down, but from the way his lips pull into a seductive smile, I fail miserably.
I sit up and try to ignore the way his cock is going hard again. “Malachi told me that you can sense my emotions.”
“Oh that.” He shrugs. “I don’t need magic to know you want my cock again, love. It’s called being perceptive.”
“I need to learn how to shield.”
“Why?”
I blink. “What do you mean,why?”
“Exactly what I said.” He wraps a fist around his cock and gives a few slow pumps. “Did you ever stop to ask what the purpose of such a side effect could be?”
I start to snap, but it’s rare that Wolf decides to go into teaching mode. He prefers to mock and incite instead. I cross my arms over my chest. “No, I didn’t worry about why. The fact that it does is enough for me. I don’t need all three of you in my head.”
“Ah, but we’re not in your head.” He grabs my hand and tugs me to my feet. “We’re in your heart, and that’s something altogether different.”
“Don’t talk in riddles. I don’t have the patience for it.”
“Pity.” He laughs. Wolf dips down and licks the blood from my upper chest. The sound he makes is nearly a purr. “We’re not just eager and willing cocks, love.”
“One could argue that Rylan is neither eager nor willing.”
His drags a single fingertip over my hip where there’s still the slightest pinprick mark from Rylan’s claws. It’s honestly astounding that they haven’t healed fully yet. I’ve taken blood from all three of them since then, and nothing heals quicker than vampire blood. I wonder if there’s something in his claws that slows regeneration—
“Rylan didn’t lose control because he hated the feeling of being inside you.” He chuckles. “Did you know that when he was younger, he was wilder?”
“I thought he’s significantly older than both you and Malachi.”
“He is.” Wolf shrugs. “But he didn’t get that stick up his ass until a little over a century ago.”
It doesn’t take a genius to put the puzzle pieces together. If I have my dates right, that’s around the time of his falling out with Malachi and Wolf. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“He used to be wilder.” He repeats and gives a happy sigh. “We had so much sex, love. The three of us and others we invited in. It was a wonderfully endless bacchanal for years.”
“Again, what does that have to do with anything?”
His grin goes wide and sinful. “In all those years, I only saw him lose control of his shape when he was with Malachi and me. Only us. Never when someone else was involved.”
Something goes strange in my chest, but I don’t know enough to identify the emotion. “That doesn’t mean anything.”
“Doesn’t it?” Another of those careless shrugs. “If you say so.”