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 until they are. The strange buoyancy in my chest gets stronger. Gods, is this 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 body so 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.”
This isn’t like the night we awoke my powers. We had an agenda and pleasure was the method to deliver the endgame. That’s not what tonight is about. Tonight, we’re choosing each other.
Malachi closes a hand over Rylan’s shoulder. “There’s no going back after this.”
“There wasn’t going back the moment we chose this method of breaking the blood ward.” Rylan devours me with his eyes. “I’ve adjusted my expectations.”
With anyone else, that would be faint praise, if it was praise at all. The way he says it? It’s as if he leaned down and dragged his tongue up the center of my body. He drifts his fingertips over my stomach, and I’m not surprised to find them tipped with claws yet again. There’s a strange beauty to how seamlessly he shifts between human form and animal. Knowing he could kill me as easily as breathing shouldn’t be sexy, but I’m far beyond worrying about what I find sexy with these three.
In my chest, the bond hums in a way I can only describe as happily. This feels so fucking right, I can barely stand it.
Malachi clasps Rylan’s jaw with his other hand. “No biting Mina.”
“You don’t have to worry. I won’t lose control again.”
He hesitates. “Not tonight. Not when it’s still so new. Next time.”
Rylan finally nods, though he’s still watching me as if he wants to consume me in slow, decadent sips.
Malachi’s thumb traces over Rylan’s bottom lip. “Bite me instead.”
At that, his eyes go a little wide and a little hungry. “Okay.”
Now it’s my turn to clear my throat. “Can we, uh, move this to the floor or a couch or something? This chair restricts movement.”
“That’s the idea, little dhampir.” Malachi runs his hand down Rylan’s chest to wrap his fist around the other vampire’s cock. I bite my bottom lip. Gods, that’s hot.
It only gets hotter when Malachi drags Rylan’s cock through my folds. Up and down. Up and down. Teasing both of us while he has total control. I try to surge up, but Wolf shifts both my wrists to one hand and coasts his other down my body to press against my stomach. Pinning me further.
“Please!”
“Not yet,” Malachi murmurs. “Rylan made us wait for an entire month. A few more minutes won’t kill either of you.”
“It might.” I whimper as he circles Rylan’s cock over my clit. Every muscle in Rylan’s lean body appears carved from stone. He’s gripping the armrests of the chair like he might rip them off, but he makes no move to stop Malachi’s torment.
“It won’t.” Wolf pinches my nipple, making me gasp. “You should pierce these. Imagine how much fun we’d have with them. Maybe even get a little chain between the two that I could tug when you’re riding my cock.”
There isn’t enough air in the room. I squirm, and Malachi responds by tapping Rylan’s cock against my clit. Wolf watches avidly even as he moves to my other breast and works that nipple until it’s a hard peak. “Yeah, I think I’d like that a lot.”
Body jewelry isn’t something I’ve thought overmuch about, but I like the picture he paints. I like it a lot. I drag in a breath, trying to put my thoughts in order. “Wouldn’t I heal too fast for them?”
“Pure silver won’t let you heal completely.” He bites his bottom lip, a tiny stream of blood descending from the puncture. “It would always hurt a little, for as long as you have them.”
“Oh.” The word comes out as a squeak.
“We’ll talk about it later.” Malachi notches Rylan’s cock at my entrance. “Don’t move.”
All three of us hold perfectly still as he shifts away and picks up the lube he retrieved earlier. He returns to press against Rylan’s back. “I enter you, you enter her.”
“Okay.” Rylan’s voice has gone low and gained a rumble. His cock twitches against me, and I can’t be sure, but I could swear it gets even bigger.
But Malachi doesn’t move yet. He dips down and presses an open-mouth kiss to Rylan’s throat. The arms of the chair creak as Rylan fights to hold still, to submit. His silver eyes are practically creating their own light source now. They only get brighter when Malachi bites him. It’s not a gentle one. With me, he’s usually careful not to tear the skin any more than necessary, to keep the damage to a minimum.
He’s not being careful with Rylan.
The wound is ragged and large, and blood spurts onto my mostly naked body for several seconds before Rylan’s healing takes over and the flow slows. Malachi drags his tongue through the blood on Rylan’s neck. “Now.”
His hands disappear behind Rylan, and I don’t need to see details to know he’s spreading lube over his length and the other vampire’s ass. Rylan moans a little and pushes the head of his cock into me. Knowing that he’s mirroring the advance of Malachi’s cock into his ass…
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“That’s the idea, love.”
Another inch. Another mixed moan from the three of us. For his part, Wolf seems content to draw patterns in the blood spatter on my chest and stomach, but that won’t last. He’s not one to sit idly by when there’s pleasure on the table.
The sound of wood breaking and then the arms supporting my legs are gone, torn apart by Rylan’s attempt to maintain control. Wolf lets loose his wild laugh. “In that case…” Another splintering sound and suddenly the back of the chair is gone, too. He catches me before I fall, using his body to support me. “Hand me the lube, Malachi.”
For a moment, I think Malachi might argue, but he hands the bottle over. It takes a little adjustment to get the broken remains of the chair out of the way and move to the spot before the fireplace, but we end up in nearly the same position. Wolf wastes no time working his cock into my ass from below me while Rylan and Malachi kneel between my spread legs. Even though the men like to come in my pussy, Wolf loves to fuck my ass. We’ve done it more than enough times that I’m making impatient sounds as he slides deeper.
More, more, more. I need more.
Once he’s seated his full length inside me, he kisses my neck. Malachi guides Rylan’s cock back to my pussy.
He was big before. Even without his Bloodline power coming into play, Rylan is large. Having Wolf’s cock in my ass as Rylan works into my pussy? He’s almost too big. He has to fight for every inch, and his low moans tell me Malachi is doing the same into his ass. Eventually, a small eternity later, he’s seated fully within me.
I can’t catch my breath. The first initial push was a pleasant warmth, but now I feel like my skin is going to burn right off my body. The sensation only gets stronger when Malachi starts to move. We’re all sealed so tightly together that, as he braces a hand on Rylan’s shoulder and starts to fuck him in slow deep thrusts, the other three of us rock together with each stroke. I’m pinned between Rylan and Wolf’s bigger bodies, spread wide open by their cocks inside me, and none of us can do anything but take what Malachi gives.
The bond flares inside me. Except it’s not a flare, not really. What happened that first night together was a flare, overwhelming and near-violent. This feels more like a flower unfurling. “More,” I gasp.
Malachi gives us more. He plants his fists on either side of our hips and starts fucking Rylan’s ass. Starts fucking all three of us. That’s what it feels like. I can’t quite explain it, and pleasure makes it even harder to process what I’m feeling, but…
I can feel everything.
Malachi’s fierce possessiveness, his determination to claim all of us as his in a way that can’t be broken.
Rylan’s relief, the way this moment feels like all the broken pieces have clicked together in his chest, turning into something whole.
Wolf’s joy at finding what feels like home, his anticipation over the chaos and bloodshed to come.
I can feel all of it.
I cling to Rylan—or maybe it’s Malachi—as I shatter into a million pieces. This isn’t like any orgasm I’ve had before. It goes on and on, pleasure so acute, it’s agony. I can’t stop coming, am barely aware of the men losing control in and around me. Something hot and wet hits my neck. Wolf, biting Rylan. Hot pinpricks sear my hips. Rylan’s claws. A roar fills the room that sounds like the sound a forest fire makes as it rampages. Malachi.
Higher and higher, more and more. I can do nothing but ride the wave, a piece of flotsam tossed about by a hurricane. There is freedom in submission, and I find it in this moment. My last shred of strength dissipates. I go limp, a marionette with its strings cut.
Someone curses, and everything goes black.
