Maybe I should find the threat of Wolf killing me terrifying. Wolf is terrifying. Even knowing him such a short time, I’m painfully aware of the fact that he doesn’t bluff. It doesn’t make him more predictable, though. He changes direction as easily as the wind.
Still…
“Promise me.”
He pauses, his dark brows pulling together. “What?”
“Promise me that you’ll kill me if I try to abuse the bond.”
He lets loose one of those mad laughs that I’ve come to enjoy so much. “No. I don’t make promises I don’t intend to keep.”
“But—”
“What if you abuse the bond on accident, baby seraph?” He goes back to slowly fucking me with his fingers, his thumb playing across my clit. “It would be a shame if I had to rip out your throat because of an ill-worded promise. Malachi would never forgive me.”
“Can’t have that,” I say faintly.
“Now you get the idea.” He topples me back onto the couch and settles between my thighs. “Ah, this brings back memories.”
From the first time we met. I try to glare, but it’s half-hearted at best. “You mean when you held me down and drank my blood a few minutes after meeting me?”
Wolf chuckles. “You mean when Malachi extended guest privileges and it infuriated you so much, you welcomed my bite and the ensuing orgasm.”
He has me there. I was furious. “You would have fucked me then if I gave you half a chance.”
“Of course.” He lifts himself off me enough to undo his pants and work them down his hips. “Just like I’m going to fuck you now. For old times’ sake.”
“Uh huh.”
He tugs down my sundress, baring my breasts. “You really are exquisite, love. Perfect breasts. A pussy that’s enough to have a partner willing to cage you for eternity.” He palms my breasts, lingering over my nipples. “The demon deal is off the table.”
“You don’t get to make that decision.” I arch into his palms. It feels good, but it’s nowhere near enough. “I need you.”
Wolf wraps a fist around his cock and guides it to my entrance. “This is exactly why. Do you know what kind of monsters they have in the demon realm, love?”
“I didn’t know the demon realm existed until an hour ago.”
His laugh is a little strained. He’s moving slowly, teasing me, sinking inch by inch deeper. “They make us vampires look like house cats. They’ll get one taste, one touch of this pussy, and they’ll chain you up and never let you go.”
I reach down to grab his hips even as I lift mine to take him deeper. “My choice to make, Wolf.”
“I’m not a jealous man.” He surges forward, sheathing himself inside me completely, and moves down to press his entire body to mine. “I’m not.”
I can barely think past how good it feels to have him inside me, but I give it a valiant effort. “Say it again and you might even believe it.”
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. I love these 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.”
He 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.”
Malachi and Rylan are almost to the house, which is almost enough to distract me from how this conversation has gone off the rails. “Why shouldn’t I learn to shield, Wolf?”
“Oh. That.” He palms my breasts. “It’s a protective measure.”
“Excuse me?”
“When you have strong emotional spikes, all three of us feel it. Knowing when you’re afraid or angry is incredibly useful on that note.”
Part of me can see his point, but I’m not willing to concede. “Maybe if you chose it. You didn’t, so it’s invasive as hell.”
“Probably.” He slides his hands down my sides, his fingers unerringly finding the spots where Rylan impaled me. “Doesn’t mean it’s not useful. We’ve got to keep you alive and all that.”
“Wolf—”
Movement on the other side of the blood ward. Malachi and Rylan appear. They’re covered in blood and look like something out of a horror movie. I gasp, but Wolf tightens his grip, holding me in place. “Took you long enough.”
Malachi lifts his hand. The air wavers a little in front of his palm, and he recoils. “What is this, Wolf? Let us in.”
“What’s the password?”
“Wolf.”
He continues to hold me immobile, his handsome face contemplative. “It occurs to me that you two could have been taken by Cornelius. His Bloodline power is glamour, after all. It would be child’s play to mimic your bodies and voices and come back here to attack us.”
All that is true, but it doesn’t account for the fact that I know it’s them. I grab his wrists and squeeze. “It’s them. My father might be able to fool our senses, but he can’t fool the bond.”
He grins like I’m a student who’s said something impressive. “Exactly. It’s almost as if the bond does have its uses.”
Damn it, I walked right into that. “Even if it does, I’m still going to learn to shield.”
“That’s up for debate.” He finally releases me and snaps his fingers. I feel the moment the blood ward goes down. It’s almost like a popping in my ears; strange, but not uncomfortable.
Malachi stumbles a little as he steps into the room and true panic takes wing inside me. I push Wolf’s hands away and tug my dress back into place. “You’re hurt.”
“I’m fine.” His actions give lie to his words as Rylan ducks beneath his arm and takes the weight of the bigger vampire. “They were more prepared than we expected.”
“My father is a monster, but he’s no fool.”
“Yes. Which means we need to move and quickly. The more distance we put between the group we just removed and the hounds he’ll send next, the better.” He looks around the living room as if seeing it for the first time. “What’s that smell?”
“Brimstone.” Rylan makes a sound suspiciously close to a snarl. “What did you do, Wolf?”
“Who, me?” Wolf pulls on his pants slowly. “I’m sure I have no idea what you’re speaking of.”
Both Rylan and Malachi go still. Malachi tries to straighten, but he tips to the side and Rylan has to catch him before he falls. I rush to them. “You need blood.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re about to take a nonconsensual nap, and you just said we need to run.” I glance at Rylan. “Please put him on the couch.”
For once, Rylan does what I ask without arguing. He guides Malachi to the couch and eases him down. After the briefest hesitations while I figure out the best way to do this, I simply climb into his lap and pull my hair off one side of my neck. “Drink.”
“You almost died last night. I’m not drinking from you right now.”
“Malachi, shut up and drink.” I dig my hands into his hair and guide his face to my throat. It’s a token of how injured he is that he doesn’t fight me. I flinch a little as his teeth sink into my skin, but then there’s only pleasure.
Damn it, for once, it would be really nice if I didn’t have a wave of sheer desire overwhelm me at one of their bites. It’s useful most of the time, but I can hear Rylan and Wolf conversing quietly behind me, and I desperately want to know what they’re saying.
I might as well try to grasp the wind with my bare hands.
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 the demon once 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?”
