“Yes,” Rylan whispers.
Malachi grabs Rylan’s throat and hefts him to his feet. “I’m going to come inside our little dhampir, and then I’m going to take your ass while you fuck her.”
Wolf chuckles against my neck. “You should feel how her pussy clenched at that. She’s on board with this plan.”
I try to hold still and not lift my hips to fuck Wolf’s fingers. “I can speak for myself.”
Malachi finally looks at me, his hold on Rylan’s throat causing the other vampire to do the same. “Well, little dhampir. Are you on board with this plan?”
“Yes.” As if there’s any question. I honestly wasn’t sure we’d ever get to this point, where we were all in rhythm with each other. It might not hold once we’re through and a new day comes, but I won’t do anything to tip the balance in the wrong direction right now.
I want this too bad.
“Hold her down, Wolf.”
“With pleasure.” Wolf moves before I have a chance to protest—though I’m not sure what I’d protest—and grabs my wrists. He guides them up to the corners of the back of the chair. The position leaves my chest fully exposed and gives me nowhere to hide.
I don’twantto hide, but I can’t stop the instinct that demands I fight being held down. I can’t budge Wolf. The knowledge sends a forbidden thrill through me. These three vampires can do anything they want to me, and there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop them. I don’twantto stop them; a fact we’re all readily aware of.
They can feel my emotions, after all. There might be a sprinkling of fear, but it only ramps my desire hotter.
Malachi pushes off his pants and stalks to me. He shoves my legs wide, looping them over the arms over the chair. There’s nowhere to hide now. I can do nothing but whimper as he rips my leggings down the center seam. He doesn’t even bother to push them all the way off my legs, just slides them down to my knees so he has no barriers to my skin.
He guides his cock, still wet from Rylan’s mouth, into me. Even with Wolf using three fingers to ready me, my body fights the intrusion. Malachi’s just too damnbig. He plants his big hands on my thighs, pushing them up and back, holding me down as he continues his unrelenting advance.
Watching his thick length disappear into my pussy is almost enough to make me come right then and there. He’s so fucking huge. His cock spreads my pussy obscenely, and I can’t shake the feeling that he’s stamping his ownership onto my very soul.
As if he can sense the direction of my thoughts, he growls. “You might have the bond, little dhampir, but we do, too. You’re ours as much as we’re yours.”
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Ours.
Gods, that’s so sexy. Malachi sinks the rest of the way into me, and I whimper. “Yes.” I don’t even know what I’m agreeing to. Yes, I am as much theirs as they are mine. Yes, I want this to be equal. Just…yes.
Malachi fucks me like he really does own me. Like he knows my body even better than I do. He unerringly finds the spot inside me that has me going melty and hot, squirming as much as I can while so effectively pinned in place. I try to touch him, but Wolf tightens his hold on my wrists. That, too, only heightens my pleasure.
“Let go, little dhampir.” Malachi grips my thighs tighter. “We have all night. This doesn’t end when you come.”
His rough words cut through the last of my resistance. He’s right, after all. I don’t have to hold out, because we’re not done untiltheyare. The strange buoyancy in my chest gets stronger. Gods,isthis love? I don’t know. It’s not like I’ve had much experience with it, or even had a good example of what love looks like.
The relationship between my father and his people, his partners, isn’t love. It’s control and abuse. The same goes for how he treats his children, even the ones that weren’t born disappointments like me.
When it comes to love, I’m feeling my way through a lightless room and hoping I don’t fall into a pit of spikes. How I feel with Malachi and Wolf and Rylan is nothing like I’ve experienced before. Does that make it love? I don’t know.
There’s too much I don’t know.
Malachi shifts one hand to my lower stomach, playing his thumb over my clit. He knows my bodyso fucking well. Even with my head spinning from thoughts of love, my body has no reservations about taking the pleasure he deals and embracing it wholeheartedly. I orgasm with a cry. Malachi keeps up that decadent touch until the waves recede. Only then does he pound into me, chasing his own pleasure. The fire flares hot behind him, the flames licking out of the fireplace for a moment, and then he’s filling me up, grinding into me until I’ve taken every last drop.
He leans down and presses a surprisingly sweet kiss to my lips. I barely have a chance to sink into it before he’s moving away and Rylan is taking his place. I tense a little, expecting the same rough fucking we’ve been getting up to lately, but he coasts his hands up my body, lingering at my hips and sides and breasts, until he lightly clasps my throat with one hand. His eyes haven’t gone back to normal, still shining silver in the low light of the room. “I’m done fighting this. Are you?”
There’s only one truthful answer to his question. “Yes.” I’m done fighting all of it. I could spend the rest of my life railing about how unfair the turns fate has delivered me. It’s even the truth. I’ve been dealt a rough hand. Bemoaning that until the end of time, though? That traps me in the victim mindset.
It keeps me from appreciating the good things that have been dealt alongside the bad. No matter the events that brought us to this place, I have three Bloodline vampire men at my side, all of us aligned in a single goal. I don’t need an army to take my father’s compound from him, not with Malachi, Wolf, and Rylan.
I catch a glimpse of Malachi coming back into the room, a bottle of lube in his hands. Oh gods, this is happening. My whole body goes tight in response. I twist a little and look up at Wolf. “And you? Are you choosing us, too?”
“I’m hurt you have to ask, love.” He gives me his mad grin. “I don’t turn down demon deals for just anyone.”