I wake up with Rylan at my back and Wolf nuzzling my breasts. It’s a low, dreamlike adjustment from sleep to awareness, and I shift against them, enjoying the feel of their naked skin sliding against mine. They’re here, with me. It’s not a dream. They’re safe…at least for now.
Rylan cups my hip. “Awake?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
Wolf chuckles against my skin. “Good.” He moves down, dragging his mouth over my stomach. He nudges Rylan’s hand to my thigh, and Rylan responds by gripping me there and lifting my leg up and out, opening the way for Wolf. They move seamlessly the way they always seem to. Even when they’re arguing, there’s always this awareness between my men. It speaks to their long history. Everything about their relationships speak to their long history.
Malachi isn’t in bed with us. I can feel him faintly in the distance, some miles away. He doesn’t seem distressed, but… “Malachi?”
“A little morning hunting.” Wolf playfully nips one thigh and then the other. “Don’t worry about him.”
Rylan sighs against my temple. “You can’t just tell people not to worry.”
“You’re right.” Wolf laughs, high and unhinged. “I have a better way.” Then his mouth is on my pussy.
He kisses me thoroughly, tasting every inch with long swipes of his tongue. He ignores my clit almost entirely, a delightfully aggravating experience as he tastes me. “Missed this,” he murmurs against me. I missed it too. I don’t get a chance to say it much, though, because he chooses that moment to thrust his tongue into me, making my back bow and drawing a cry from my lips.
Rylan slides his other arm between me and the mattress, hugging me to his body as Wolf ravishes me with his mouth. I can’t think, can’t move, can only whimper and shake. “I need—”
Wolf sucks hard on my clit, but he stops before I can reach my peak. I cry out in protest, and his laugh goes dark. “Feels good, doesn’t she?”
It takes my pleasure-drugged brain a few moments to realize he’s not talking to me. He’s talking to Rylan, who’s gone tense behind me. His arms provide a loving cage that keeps me immobile. He’s so still, he might as well have been carved from stone. “Wolf,” he snarls.
“Smells good, too.” Wolf inhales. He licks a line down my thigh. “Smells tempting.”
“We shouldn’t.”
Understanding crashes over me. I know what they’re talking about now. Malachi might have instructed them not to bite me, but they want to. I want them to. “Do it,” I whisper. “Please.”
“As the lady commands.”
“Wolf!”
But it’s too late. He snaps forward, quick as a snake, and bites my thigh. I come instantly, crying out so loudly that it’s almost a scream. Wolf takes one pull and then another, each one like a pleasurable tug on my clit that only spikes my orgasm higher.
He stops. A little spark of power flares on my thigh where he’s cut his tongue to speed my healing, and then he climbs up my body. He brushes a quick kiss to my lips, too quickly. I’m not his final destination, after all. Wolf shifts just a little so he can take Rylan’s mouth.
Rylan moans and his grip on me goes almost painfully tight, claws suddenly pricking my skin as he starts to lose control. They move, pressing close as if they can get to each other through me. It might be enough to make me feel immaterial, but this is what I want just as much as I want them to focus on me. I love that my men love each other. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Wolf lifts his head. “You need it more than we do. Take what she’s offering before you lose control and hurt her.” His voice goes hard. “Because if your stubbornness causes her harm again, I will kill you.”
“Wolf, no.” My protest is faint. “Don’t force him.”
“Everyone is so fucking selfless. So damn ready to bend over backwards to be polite even though it weakens you.” He curses. “You’re too damn short-sighted. One bite, Rylan. You’re not going to lose control now, but the same can’t be said if you wait too long.”
Now it’s Rylan’s turn to curse. “You’re right.”
“I know.”
Still, he doesn’t bite me. I think we’re all remembering back at that farmhouse where Rylan lost control after denying both of us for too long. He bit me too deep. I don’t think he would have killed me, even if Malachi and Wolf hadn’t intervened, but the memory is too fresh to argue with.
I tilt my head to the side, offering my neck. “I trust you.”
“Gods.” He speaks low and soft, but the words are lost on me as his teeth sink into my skin. Wolf presses us onto our backs and then his big cock is at my entrance, pushing steadily into me. The first pull from Rylan’s mouth has my orgasm rising again, and Wolf working his cock into me only heightens my pleasure.
I want it to be like this always.
Rylan only takes four pulls, but it’s more than enough. It’s like it incites something within the three of us. A flame. A desperation to be closer, to make our pleasure last longer. A desire for more.
He wrestles Wolf and I off him. Wolf lands on his back with me astride him, his cock still buried deep. He thrusts up, laughing in a choked kind of way. “Better hurry, Rylan. Missed this too much to last long.”
I plant my hands on his chest and start to ride him. “Yes, Rylan. Hurry.” I’m going to come again. It’s as if all the misery and suffering from the last week have held back a wave of pleasure so strong, it threatens to sweep me away entirely. I’m not sure I mind. The harsh reality will return all too soon. I want this while we have this chance.
“You can last. Both of you,” Rylan bites out. His weight disappears from behind me for a moment and I hear him rustling through the nightstand drawer. He snorts. “The demon would ensure we’re fully stocked on lube.”
“Azazel has his priorities in order.” Wolf hooks the back of my neck and tows me close to claim my mouth. Kissing him is rarely soft and never what I expect. This time is no different. His tongue is fierce against mine, filled with things left unsaid. I meet him stroke for stroke, never stopping riding him even as I’m sighing and gasping against his lips.
The mattress dips as Rylan returns to us. I already know what to expect. What comes next. We’ve done this before. If we live through the coming confrontation, we’ll do this many times again. The thought makes me shiver. Rylan palms my ass, that delicious tremor in his hands. “You up for this?”
I break Wolf’s kiss to snarl, “Fuck me, Rylan. Don’t hold back.”
“You heard her.” Wolf laughs and then he reclaims my mouth with teeth and tongue.
Rylan doesn’t ask again. He spreads lube over me and works his fingers into me in slow strokes. It hasn’t been that long since we’ve done this, but he’s nothing if not thorough. When I first met him, I thought he was an unbelievable ass. I still think that sometimes, but beneath his cold exterior is a man who cares far more than anyone would guess.
Anyone except Malachi. And Wolf. And now me.
He presses his cock to my ass. He hasn’t always been careful with me in the past—I haven’t always wanted him to be careful with me in the past—but he’s being careful now. Neither he nor Wolf are small men, and the sensation of fullness is almost too much as he seats himself within me entirely. Rylan kisses the back of my neck. “Good?”
“Yes.” I can’t move, impaled as I am between them, but I still try. “Please. More.”
“Love it when you say please,” Wolf mutters against my temple. “Rylan?”
“Yeah.” Rylan plants his hands on my hips and starts to thrust slowly into me. I squirm and moan, but in my current position all I can really do is take what they give me. I kiss Wolf’s throat, setting my teeth against his skin there. I have no fangs to pierce, but I suddenly want to.
I bite him anyways. Just to do it. His cock jerks inside me and he hisses. “Need something, love?”
“Yes.” I stroke his throat with my fingers. A blink and the tips tingle, transforming to claws. Rylan is still fucking me slowly, but I can feel how his attention is now focused on my hand. If I try to rip out Wolf’s throat, he’ll stop me. I hope. I lick my lips. “Can I, Wolf?”
He tilts his head back as much as he can in our current positions. “Drink your fill, love.”
Malachi is on his way back. I can feel the distance closing between us, him racing in our direction in a blur too fast for the human eye to follow. When he returns, he’ll make us stop. He laid down very reasonable guidelines fewer than twelve hours ago. Reasonable guidelines that we’re flaunting right now.
I can practically feel Wolf’s pulse on my tongue, a steady beat begging me to taste. I don’t want to wait, and I don’t want to play things safe and slow. “Just a little taste.” I’m lying and we all know it.
“Put the claws away, Mina.” Rylan releases one hip and leans down to cover my hand with his own. “Let me.”
I don’t want to. I want to draw Wolf’s blood, to take it into my body the same way I’m taking his cock right now, to make it my own. What Rylan’s saying is smart, though. I don’t want to hurt Wolf. I just want to taste him on my tongue. “Yes.”
Rylan’s skin tingles against mine. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt him use his magic like this before, but it’s pleasant. As my fingers shift back to their normal shape, his grow sharp and claw-like. He drags three down the center of Wolf’s throat. Not gouging him, but deep enough that it will take some time to heal.
Wolf digs his hands into my hair and guides my mouth to his throat. I hardly need any encouragement. Everything about this feels good, feels right. Rylan picks up his pace a little as I drink from Wolf. With how we’re arranged, he’s essentially fucking both of us. Wolf’s grip on my hair spasms and he moans a bit with each pull I take from his throat.
Pleasure builds inside me in slow waves. We’re not rushing. It feels like we’re spinning a web of desire around each other, each slide of their cocks, each swipe of my tongue against Wolf’s throat, the delicious friction of all their skin against all of mine… It all increases the sensation of something magical taking place.
Rylan curses. “Too fucking good. I’m going to—” His teeth sink into my shoulder.
Just like that, I’m coming. I sob against Wolf’s throat, writhing through an orgasm that curls my toes. Rylan pulls out at the last moment and a bare second later, his seed lashes my ass and lower back. He barely gets out of the way before Wolf rolls us. His hand is at the nape of my neck again, urging me back to his throat. “More, love. Bite me again.”
“Wolf—”
“Fuck off.”
Something’s wrong, but I’m too far gone to understand what. I wrap my legs around Wolf’s hips and urge him deeper as I follow his command. The wounds are almost closed. I won’t get as much as I want. I want… with the barest thought, my teeth grow sharp in my mouth. They nick my lips, but I don’t care. I have what I need now.
I bite him.
He groans, low and deep, driving into me as he comes. Hot blood scours my tongue and I barely have the presence of mind to stop biting him and drink. Each pull makes him drive into me harder, which only makes my orgasm crest again. We’re caught in a loop. It’s too good to stop.
The door crashes open hard enough to bounce off the wall. The boom startles us enough that we freeze. Malachi stalks into the bedroom, his expression forbidding as he takes in the scene in front of him. I have the presence of mind to remove my mouth from Wolf’s throat, but there’s no covering up the mess. We’re both sticky with his blood and other things. Even the sheets are soaked. “Mal—”
He starts unbuttoning his shirt. “You took too much.”
Shame heats my skin. “I didn’t mean to.” I brush my fingers over Wolf’s high cheekbones. His eyes flutter a little, but he looks almost drugged. “What’s going on? I’ve taken more than this before and he didn’t act like this.”
“Felt too good,” Wolf murmurs. “Couldn’t stop coming.”
It sounds startlingly familiar. It’s how I feel when they bite me. Pleasure so strong that it overtakes all else. Orgasms that rise and rise and rise until the bite ends. But that doesn’t make sense.
I crawl out from under him as Malachi sits on the bed and hauls Wolf up to sprawl across his wide chest. I gingerly touch my mouth. My teeth feel normal, my cut lips already healed. “I don’t have a bite like a bloodline vampire. Do bites even work on other vampires? This is impossible.”
“When will you admit it, Mina?” Rylan’s tone isn’t unkind as he sinks onto the bed next to me and wraps a surprisingly comforting arm around my shoulders. “You’re not a vampire. You’re a seraph. The rules don’t apply to you.”
