I don’t know what I expect, but it’s not for the vampires to start making out as if I’m not in the room. I look around and finally move to the chair near the bed and sink onto it. Wolf digs his fingers into Malachi’s hair and wrenches his head back, deepening the kiss. They’re like two titans clashing, powerful predators at the top of their game and grappling for dominance.
It’s really, really sexy.
They seem totally lost in each other, which allows me to settle into the strangeness of this situation. To begin to enjoy myself. Malachi shifts in one of those blurring moments and bears Wolf to the bed hard enough to make the other man grunt. The sound reaches across the distance and sends a bolt of pure pleasure through me.
I shift in the chair, pressing my thighs together. It doesn’t alleviate the pressure at all. If anything, it makes it worse. Gods, I need to get control of myself.
Except…
Do I?
Malachi brackets Wolf’s neck with a big hand, forcing his head to turn to face me. “Look what you’ve done.” He hardly sounds like himself, his voice deeper and containing a rumble which nearly makes me moan. “Started something neither of us can finish tonight.”
Wolf grins, completely unrepentant. “Speak for yourself. Not all of us have that inconvenient noble streak of yours.”
He growls. Literally growls. “Mina, stroke your clit or I’m going to come over there and do it for you.”
I jolt. “What?”
“You heard me.”
I am seriously tempted to call his bluff, but I’m not sure it is a bluff. I’m also not sure I want to pull the tiger by his tail. Malachi’s managed to restrain himself until now, but if I keep poking him, he might finally force me to put my money where my mouth is.
I reach down beneath the hem of the oversized shirt I’m wearing and touch myself lightly. My breath hisses out before I can stop myself. The evidence of my need wets my fingertips and it’s a wonder I haven’t soaked through the chair. I lean back against it and drag my middle finger over my clit. This time, I can’t stop my moan.
Both men give moans of their own, the merging sounds making me look up and freeze. They’re both staring at my hand, their eyes gone molten with their respective magics. Malachi drags his thumb along Wolf’s jaw. “Pull your shirt up, little dhampir. Show us.”
We’re dancing on a bladed tightrope. One wrong step and this will blow up right in our faces. Or maybe only mine. How far can I push these two before I end up in bed and we all throw my hesitance right out the window? Do I want that?
I pull up my shirt before I can admit the answer to that question, barring myself from the waist down. After the slightest hesitation, I spread my legs a little, angling so they can see everything. Wolf starts to sit up, but Malachi pins him down and reaches between them with one hand. I can’t see exactly what he’s doing, but a few seconds later Wolf tenses and moans. Malachi begins moving and… Oh. Oh. He’s fucking Wolf.
Oh my gods.
I stroke myself faster, watching the roll of his hips, watching the way Wolf’s muscles flex as he tries to take Malachi’s cock deeper. Wolf curses softly. “He’s got a giant cock, love. Feels so fucking good inside me.” He grins, his eyes going crimson. “Just imagine how good he’s going to feel inside of you.”
I don’t know if I can imagine it, but my mind is only too happy to make a liar out of me. Desire spikes and I have to force myself to slow down, to draw this out. I don’t want to come too fast. “I’m imagining it,” I whisper.
Malachi slows down, seeming to give me his full attention despite being seated deeply in Wolf’s ass. “We aren’t fucking you.”
“Pity,” Wolf murmurs.
“We aren’t fucking you,” Malachi repeats more firmly. A slow smile pulls at the edges of his lips, an expression downright wicked. “But you’re welcome to Wolf’s mouth while I fuck him.”
That’s a mistake.
I ignore the voice and nod. “Yes, I want that.”
“Thought you might.” He pulls out of Wolf and takes the other man’s jaw in a tight grip, forcing him to meet Malachi’s eyes. “One wrong move and I gut you.”
Wolf laughs. “It’s always gutting with you. That shit hurts, Malachi.”
“Which is why it’s a deterrent and a punishment.” He leans back and slaps Wolf’s side. “On the floor in front of her.”
He moves slowly, obeying but doing it on his own timeline. Wolf kneels in front of my chair. He looks at me for a moment and then moves in a rush, grabbing my shirt and hauling it over my head. I’m naked in an instant and he bands his arm over my lower stomach as I lurch forward, instinctively grabbing for the shirt. “Ah ah. Give our Malachi something to look at.” Another of those infectious grins. “He’s a breast man and yours are superior.”
I’m still trying to form a response as he lowers himself and takes my pussy with his mouth. There’s no other way to describe it. Wolf doesn’t ease into it. He doesn’t taste. He simply devours me. I moan, every muscle going molten even as every nerve ending lights up.
Malachi moves to kneel at Wolf’s back. I catch sight of a bottle of lube in his hand and then he’s fucking Wolf. It must feel amazing, because the other man moans and starts fucking me with his tongue.
I don’t know where to look, what to feel. Wolf’s hands gripping my thighs, his eyes crimson as he edges me closer and closer to orgasm. At the lean strength of his body which flexes with each thrust Malachi makes.
Or at Malachi himself.
He has one hand on Wolf’s hip and the other on the opposite shoulder, holding the other man in place as he fucks him in short, brutal strokes. But his eyes are on me. His gaze touches on my mouth, my neck, my breasts, before moving down my stomach to where Wolf’s head is buried between my thighs.
“She tastes divine, doesn’t she? Just as sweet there as she is in her veins.”
Wolf makes a sound of agreement, but doesn’t lift his head. He works my clit with his tongue, finding the touch which has me clenching in response and repeating it mercilessly. I reach back over my head to grip the chair. The position puts my body on display, and the way fire flickers in Malachi’s eyes speaks to how much he likes the sight.
Words rise up, words I’m not sure I won’t regret.
I changed my mind. Fuck me. Fuck me until we forget all the reasons this might be a mistake.
My orgasm hits me before they can slip free, barreling into me and bowing my back. I cry out as the pleasure goes on and on and on. Malachi finally curses and grabs the back of Wolf’s neck, wrenching him off me. Or trying to. The other man drags me with him, taking me half out of the chair. I let loose a startled cry, but then it’s too late. I’m on the floor with them.
Malachi curses and Wolf pins me beneath him.
I freeze at the feeling of his cock pressed against me, at his face so fucking close. His beauty is downright otherworldly, and I know I should be scared, but I can’t quite manage it. I lick my lips, and he follows the movement. One thrust and he’ll be inside me. I can feel Malachi holding his hips, holding him back from that last little bit of distance.
“I’ll hold still, love.” His voice is pure sin, as tempting as Lucifer himself. “Rub yourself all over me while Malachi fucks my ass.”
Reckless doesn’t begin to cover agreeing to this, but I’m already nodding. My body doesn’t care about the risks. His hard length pressing against my pussy is a temptation I can’t resist. “Yes.”
Malachi grips Wolf’s throat and bends him back a little, shifting so his face is nearly kissably close to me. He looks at me, but his words are all for Wolf. “That virgin pussy is mine, Wolf. If you fuck her tonight, I’ll rip your goddamn throat out.”
Something like shock flares on Wolf’s face, but it’s gone in an instant, replaced by what I’m coming to recognize as his default expression; a mocking smile. “And here I thought we were sharing the pretty toy.”
“We will.” He says it so casually, as if it’s a foregone conclusion. I’m not sure he’s wrong. “But not the first time.”
I swallow hard. “Do I get a say in this?”
His expression goes downright forbidding. “Not tonight, you don’t.”
I start to argue, but what’s the point? He’s honoring my wishes, even if I’m questioning my own fortitude to maintaining those lines. I reach past Wolf to brush my fingers against Malachi’s mouth. He holds perfectly still, letting me drag my thumb over his bottom lip. I shift my touch over his jaw. “Okay.”
“Not arguing?”
“No, not arguing.” I shift a little, all too aware of Wolf’s body against mine, of Malachi very carefully not adding his weight into the mix. “Thank you.”
He grabs my wrist and turns to press a kiss to my palm. “Now be a good girl and rub your pussy all over Wolf’s cock until he comes.” He starts moving again, resuming his fucking, each thrust making Wolf jolt against me a little. It’s beyond sexy.
I arch up as Wolf bears down, closing the distance so there’s no chance of him slipping inside. I roll my hips, rubbing myself up and down his length. It’s positively decadent, the sensation heightened by the feeling of playing with fire. One wrong move and we cross the line Malachi drew in the sand. I don’t necessarily want to cross the line, but the knowledge it’s there heightens my pleasure.
Wolf catches my hips, urging me into longer strokes that send my thoughts scattering like flower petals in the wind. “I bet you feel empty right now, don’t you? Needy.”
He’s right, but I can’t catch my breath to tell him so. Each stroke has me dancing closer to the edge. “Gods, Wolf.”
He goes stock still. “Fuck, but I like it when you say my name.” He kisses my neck. “What do you need, love?”
I answer before I can think about the wisdom of it. “Bite me.”
He doesn’t hesitate before sinking his fangs into my throat. I grab his hips and frantically chase my orgasm. One stroke. Two. Then I’m coming, crying out in a ragged breath as I do. Except it doesn’t stop. The orgasm rolls over me again and again, and I can’t stop writhing, rubbing against him, trying to get closer, desperate for something I can barely conceptualize.
“Wolf.” Malachi’s snarl slams me back into myself. He’s farther away than I expect. I catch sight of him standing in the bathroom doorway, a cloth in his hand.
Wolf and I both go still. My heart is beating so hard, I feel dizzy. Or maybe that’s the danger screaming through my veins at the feeling of the broad head of Wolf’s cock pressing against my entrance. “Wait.”
“She’s so wet.” I can’t see Wolf’s expression with his face buried against my neck, but his voice is downright feral. “So tight, Malachi. So needy for a cock.” His hips flex, pushing into me the tiniest bit. “Might be worth getting my throat torn out.” He strokes a hand down my side, but I can’t tell if he’s trying to soothe me or hold me down.
Another of those tiny flexes and he pushes farther into me. It feels good and bad and, oh gods, I don’t know if I want him to stop.
I don’t get a chance to decide. A blur of movement and then something hot and wet hits my chest and stomach. I freeze, my fangs aching at the copper scent filling the air.
Wolf slumps to the side of me, bleeding from his throat. Even as I watch, the wound starts healing, fusing together faster than I could have imagined possible. That doesn’t change that Malachi just…ripped out his throat.
And then Malachi is there, covering me with his big body. Wolf’s blood slicks our skin against each other, the scent of it only heightening my desire. I reach down with a shaking hand and drag my fingers through where it coats my breasts.
Malachi catches my wrist as I raise my fingers to my mouth. “Not yet.”
“But—”
“I said I wouldn’t do this.” He curses long and hard, looking like an entirely different person, a creature more beast than man. “Say yes, Mina.”
No mistaking what he means. No pretending I don’t know what I’m going to get if I agree. I don’t know if he’ll let me walk out of this room if I tell him no, but I believe with my entire heart he’d try.
I don’t want to say no.
I take a shuddering breath, allowing myself to be lost in the flames in his dark eyes. There are so many things I once believed I should want, but there’s no place for should here. There is no future, no past, nothing but this moment where the two of us perch poised on the precipice of no return. Wolf, too.
I lick my lips, tasting Wolf’s blood there, too. It zings through me, just as potent as Malachi’s, but different. His tastes as hot as his flames do. Wolf’s is spicy and somehow barbed. It tastes better than alcohol, but I knew my answer before it hit my veins. “Yes.”
