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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.”
Malachi kisses me. It’s just as consuming as every other time, and I dig my bloody hands into his hair as I lose myself in his taste. I’m only vaguely aware of him moving our bodies, hitching one of my legs up and around his waist. He drags his cock over my pussy and then his broad head is pressed against my entrance.
I tense, but he doesn’t shove inside. He leans back enough to meet my gaze. “The first time can be painful.”
Trying to think past the buzzing in my veins is almost too difficult. “I know that.”
“I’m going to bite you to negate that.” He hesitates, suddenly looking more like the man I’ve been spending so much time with, rather than the monster who just ripped his friend’s throat out so he could fuck me first. “Are you sure, Mina?”