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It’s not quite a question, but I want to kiss him. I don’t know what it says about me I had Malachi last night—have him right next to me right now—and all I can think about is kissing Wolf again. But then, Malachi seems just as into this as I am.
They’re right; there’s nothing to be done right now. Or maybe that’s the excuse I cling to as I nod slowly. “Okay.”
He starts to lean down and pauses to glance at Malachi, who’s watching us with a small smile on his lips. Wolf gives his hand a pointed look. “Are you going to behave?”
“Do you want me to?”
Wolf laughs. “As enjoyable as it was to watch you fuck her while covered in my blood, I’d like to feel Mina coming on my cock more than I want a repeat right now.” He settles more firmly between my thighs and thrusts a little. “Sore?”
“No.” In fact, I feel better than I have since the first time I took Malachi’s blood. Energized and downright glowy. I’m sure if I had access to a mirror, I’d find I look a mess, but it doesn’t matter right now. I’m not sure what it says about me I desperately want to fuck Wolf just as much as I wanted—still want—Malachi, but I’m past questioning these things. Everyone is obviously into this and it’s not like vampire culture is overly monogamous. That whole mates-for-life thing is nice in theory, but when your life spans centuries, even the most intense love can shift and change. I’ve noticed partner hopping just from watching the way the vampires in my father’s colony operate. There’s no reason to think this is abnormal.
Again, I feel like I’m grasping for a reason to do this. It only means what I let it mean.
My life has been so devoid of pleasure up to this point. Is it any surprise I’m desperate to grab onto any bit of it I can touch, to glut myself on it with these two devastatingly gorgeous men? Maybe I’ll wake up in a day or two and wonder what the hell I’m doing, but I don’t care right now. I just want to feel good.
And yet…
I press a hand to Wolf’s chest. For all his pushiness, he goes still immediately. I glance at Malachi. “Are you okay with this?”
He raises his brows. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Um.” When he says it like that, I feel silly for even asking. “Because we had sex last night?”
“And I fucked Wolf last night.”
Right. I’d almost forgotten about that particular detail. I worry my bottom lip. “Still.”
Malachi props his head on one hand and looks down at me. “Stop worrying about what you should want and focus on what you do want.”
“Like it’s that easy.”
“It’s exactly that easy.” He sifts his fingers through my hair and then over Wolf’s arm. “When you’re immortal, the reasons for not taking what you want don’t hold up.”
The reminder they’ll live on forever while I age and eventually die is almost enough to dispel the lust Wolf is weaving around me. I could swear he hasn’t moved, but he’s got my leg hitched up around his waist and his cock is pressing against me in a way that feels so good, I can barely stand it. I lick my lips. “I’m not immortal.”
“Not yet,” Malachi kisses me before I can ask him what the hell he’s talking about. Humans and dhampirs can be turned, but I’m an anomaly. A dhampir with no power of my own. I might be an anomaly when it comes to the other rules, too.
I could break the kiss, could argue, could demand more information, but I am so goddamn tired of running around like a hamster on a wheel. No matter how hard I fight, how many scenarios I run, I am still trapped. My fate is still in the hands of other people.
I really am a coward, because I push away those thoughts and grab the pleasure the two of them are offering me with both hands. Malachi moves back and then Wolf’s there, nipping my bottom lip. He tastes just as spicy as he smells, something that defies explanation. The why doesn’t matter, though. It’s enough that it simply is.
He reaches between us with his free hand and begins dragging his cock through my folds. Up and down, spreading my wetness around, teasing me even as he kisses every thought out of my head. Just when I’m about to pull back to beg him to just fuck me, he notches his cock at my entrance.
And then he’s inside me.
I was too distracted by Malachi’s bite to fully appreciate that first stroke last night, but being filled by Wolf is an experience I don’t have words for. He’s big, but he feels different than Malachi. I exhale in a rush as his hips meet mine, sealing us together.
“Fuck, she feels good, Malachi.”
“I know.” His voice has gone deep, gained a little of that sexy growl that I’m starting to crave. He’s still got my hand in his and he laces our fingers together as his friend starts to fuck me in slow, rolling strokes. The feeling makes me go soft and molten, each thrust rubbing against something inside me that has the top of my head in danger of spinning off.
Wolf moves back, bracing his hands on either side of my ribs and looks down our bodies. I follow his gaze, and fuck. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of me, of his body rolling with each thrust, of the way I spread to take him deeper… “Wolf.” I moan.
He shortens his strokes, rubbing that spot over and over again. “Malachi.”
I blink up at him, a part of me wondering why he’s saying Malachi’s name while he’s inside me, but then Malachi shifts closer and snakes a hand down my stomach to stroke my clit. Did I think the sight of Wolf fucking me was enough to send me to the moon? Malachi’s fingers lightly rubbing my clit in the way I love, Wolf’s cock inside me hitting that spot… Gods, it’s too much.
I dig my heels into the mattress as I orgasm, but they hold me in place. And they don’t stop. The pleasure just keeps rolling over me again and again, until Wolf’s strokes hitch and he drives into me with a rough curse. I swear I can feel him coming, filling me up, but I don’t get a chance to wonder if it’s my imagination because Malachi gives his shoulder a light shove and Wolf flops onto his back next to me.
Before I can mourn the loss of him, Malachi drags me over and turns me so my back is to his chest. He hitches one of my legs over his hip and then his cock is wedging its way inside me. He’s broader than Wolf and even though we were just fucking, he has to work to sink all the way into me.
“Fuck.” I reach out to claw at the sheets, but Wolf is there, catching my hands and moving to nuzzle at my breasts. He palms them as Malachi grips my thigh with one big hand and spreads me farther, sinking deeper yet.
“Don’t bite her.”
“Spoilsport,” Wolf murmurs against my nipple. He works his way down my stomach, trailing lightly teasing kisses. I tense as I realize where he’s going, but neither me nor Malachi stop him as he settles at my hips and leans forward to lick my clit.
I arch back against Malachi and then moan. This feels dirty and decadent and I can’t quite believe it’s happening.
Malachi begins to fuck me. It’s nothing like last night. Not brutal at all. It’s almost…lazy. As if he plans to memorize every inch of me. Wolf’s licking me in the same way. It’s as if they have time now they got the first orgasm out of the way. As if they want to enjoy this as much as I’m enjoying it.
I can’t afford to think too closely about that. I’m not capable of it right now, anyway. All I can do is take what they give me.