With every pull of Malachi’s mouth, heat courses through my body. My breasts go heavy and sensitive. My pussy throbs in time with the racing of my heart. Despite my best intentions, I rock against Malachi’s hardening cock. He responds by pulling me closer. It’s what I need, and yet it’s also keeping me from what I need. With us pressed this tightly together, I can’t reach down to the front of his pants.
It doesn’t matter. I’ll orgasm regardless. I’m already halfway there simply from his bite alone. That doesn’t change the frustration that blooms. I want him inside me.
I want them all inside me.
The voice hardly sounds like mine, but I can’t blame the desire on anyone but myself. I had all three of these vampires only once and it changed the course of my life forever. No matter what else is true, I crave that level of letting go again. The pleasure that overwhelmed me and awoke my powers.
Malachi shifts and growls against my skin, and that’s all I need. I orgasm hard, whimpering and shaking and grinding against him. He lifts his head almost reluctantly and drags his tongue over the wounds his teeth left behind. A little spark of lightning against my skin lets me know that he’s healed me. He shifts back to kiss me, a slow lingering greeting as if we have all the time in the world.
Rylan curses. “We have to go. Now.” His voice goes low and dangerous. “We’ll discuss thedemononce we get somewhere safe.”
Just like that, Malachi isn’t kissing me any longer. He leans back, his expression carefully neutral. “What did you do, little dhampir?”
27
“We’ll talk about it later—about all of it later. Right now we need to move.” Rylan plucks me off Malachi’s lap, gives my bloody front an exasperated look and fixes my dress again.
I consider objecting that I’m not a doll to be moved around, but I also don’t want to have the demon deal conversation right now. If we need to move, then we need tomove. Talking now just means we’ll be arguing for hours.
Rylan also shrugs out of his jacket and wraps it around me. “I’ll carry you.”
“Actually—”
“Wolf, I know you’re not planning on arguing with me after you just went behind both our backs with this demon. Shut your fucking mouth.”
For once, Wolf shuts his fucking mouth. He hauls Malachi up, and the bigger vampire looks much steadier on his feet. Not happy, but steadier.
Rylan shoves a hand through his hair. “Colorado. The house in the mountains.”
Wolf jolts. “That’s a long run.”
“We don’t have a choice. It’s the easiest to secure, and we need time to plan. Jumping states should give us a little more time.”
He doesn’t seem convinced. “They’ve found us at each place. It doesn’t matter how many layers of subterfuge the properties are hidden beneath; they’re able to link it back to us every time.”
“They won’t find this one. Not with who owns it.”
I frown. “Why?”
“This house is owned by a friend,” Rylan says. He scoops me into his arms. “We won’t travel the whole way on foot.” Without another word, he makes for the door. Apparently he’s of the same mind as I am; we need to move now and argue later.
He breaks into a run the second we leave the house. As tempting as it is to ask about what they learned from my father’s people, I force myself to be patient. It’s better to get it all out at once. Maybe when we reach the car…
But no one seems interested in talking once we reach the nondescript black truck waiting behind a gas station. Since Wolf and I are the smallest of the four, we climb into the backseat, and Rylan takes the wheel. Despite my best efforts, the events of the last couple days catch up with me. I lean my head against the cool glass and close my eyes, letting the icy silence roll over me. Sleep follows on its heels and drags me under.
Dawn is creeping over the sky when I open my eyes again. I’m laying down across the seat, my head in Wolf’s lap. He’s got his eyes closed, though I can’t tell if he’s actually sleeping. Vampiresdoneed sleep, albeit significantly less than humans or dhampirs. Bloodline vampires even less so. That said, I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen any of them catch more than an hour or two. Surely we’re all reaching our limits.
Maybe that’s why we’re headed up the mountain to this place that belongs to a friend of Rylan’s.
Wolf shifts his hand to my hair without opening his eyes. “We’re almost there.”
As tempting as it is to stay in this position and enjoy being casually touched by Wolf, curiosity is more powerful. I sit up and look out the window.
It’s like another world.
We’re on a narrow road, winding our way ever upward. On either side of us, the banks veer sharply down into canyons. Really, there’s barely room for our truck. If we see an oncoming vehicle, I’m not sure how we’ll navigate it without someone sliding off the road.
“This is the only road in and out,” Rylan says quietly. “The land is difficult terrain, even for vampires. You sensed your father’s people before anyone else did.”