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“Stop.” Rylan catches my wrist. “Don’t touch it until he lets you in. Knowing Wolf, there will be some nasty surprise if you do.”
Through the doorway, we can see Malachi and Wolf. They’ve lost their clothes somewhere along the way and Malachi is covered in blood. Their bodies move in a rhythm as old as time itself, Malachi thrusting into Wolf and Wolf rising to meet him.
Despite the orgasm I just had, desire heats my blood as I watch. “They’re so damn beautiful.”
“Yes.”
The pain in Rylan’s voice drags my attention to him. He looks agonized, so much so that he’s forgotten to wear his normal icy mask. It hurts my chest and I rub my hand against my sternum. I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t even know where to begin. He won’t thank me for meddling, either.
When there are no right answers, I go with the only tool at my disposal.
I sink to my knees before him. He tracks the movement. “What are you doing?”
Relying entirely on instinct. I run a single finger along the hard length of his cock where it presses against his slacks. “May I?”
“Mina.” He shudders out a breath. “Yes.”
I carefully undo his slacks and draw out his cock. Fucking Rylan is one thing. I know I can take most of what he can give me. Giving him head when he might lose control is something else altogether. I’m particularly vulnerable like this. If he shifts or…
It doesn’t matter.
Right now, he needs me and I refuse to back away from that need. I hold his gaze and take his cock into my mouth as best I can. Even without partially shifting, he’s still large enough that my jaw aches. I push the pain away and hold his gaze, taking him deeper.
His eyes flash silver and he reaches for me before he seems to catch himself. Likely he’s all too aware of what his claws could do to my face if he forgets himself.
I withdraw slowly and rub my lips against his blunt head. “Watch them.”
“Fuck.” Rylan’s back hits the wall behind him and he stabs his claws into the drywall. But he does as I say and lifts his gaze to watch the two vampires fucking on the other side of the doorway.
I go back to sucking his cock. He’s shaking with the strength of his restraint, and while I appreciate it, a reckless part of me wants that uncontrolled edge he keeps showing me. I crave it on a level I’m not prepared to deal with.
His length prevents me from taking him entirely, so I use my hands to compensate, focusing every bit of my attention on making him feel good. If I can give him nothing else, I can do this. Pleasure. It won’t balance the scales of the bond or the mess we’re in, but it’s something.
Rylan starts thrusting. At first, it’s so subtle, I barely notice his hips rising to meet my lips on each downstroke. But all too quickly, he’s fucking my mouth. I can tell he’s still being careful, still too aware of how much larger and stronger he is.
I look up and pause when I find him watching me instead of Malachi and Wolf. We stare at each other and I see the exact moment he snaps. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me off his cock, shoving me to the floor and covering me with his body. And then he’s inside me and, gods, I don’t know how it keeps being this good.
With Rylan, it isn’t sex.
It isn’t even fucking.
It’s rutting.
He thrusts into me so hard, we inch our way up the hallway toward the living room. Rylan glances up and snarls. He drags one nail down his throat, leaving a long line of blood that makes my mouth water. Then he sinks his claws into the wood floor on either side of my hips, pinning me in place as he fucks me.
I arch up and close my mouth around his throat. The first swallow of blood sizzles through my veins. The second sweeps me away entirely. Pleasure and pain and power. I never knew it could be like this, never knew that I could have anything but pain.
I come hard, so hard that I forget myself and bite his neck. It doesn’t matter that I don’t have fangs like a vampire. I’m acting on instinct alone.
Rylan curses and then he’s grinding into me as he comes. Filling me up again.
I hope he doesn’t regret this.
The thought feels as wispy as smoke, wafting away before I can grasp it fully. The sound of footsteps makes me shift to look over our heads. Malachi stands in the doorway, gloriously naked, watching us with a look that I can only describe as possessive. Like we’re both his and he’s pleased that we’ve finally got out of our own way and closed the circle. Maybe it’s my imagination, but I don’t think so.
Rylan moves back and climbs carefully to his feet, pulling me up with him. It takes a few seconds to get our clothing back in order, but he doesn’t say a word and I’m not about to be the one to break this particular silence.
Malachi nods. “I need to get dressed and then we’ll go. Mina, stay with Wolf. He’ll protect you.” He pulls me into his arms and kisses me. I barely get a chance to sink into it before he’s stepping back. “We’ll have information when we return.”
“Be safe.” I try to smile at him and then look at Rylan. “Both of you.”
They nod, and then they’re gone, disappearing into the growing darkness of the house. I don’t think the sun has quite set yet, but it’s hard to say without windows to look through. I turn to find Wolf lounging in the doorway. He’s pulled on pants, but only barely. They’re not fastened and cling precariously to his narrow hips, as if one wrong move will send them sliding down his legs.
He grins. “’Twas Beauty who tamed the beast.”
“Oh hush.” I eye the blood ward. “Is this going to fry me?”
“Not with an invitation.” He reaches through, his hand an elegant offering. “Come here, love. We have things to discuss.”
I lay my hand in his and let him pull me through the ward. It sizzles a little against my skin in a way that isn’t entirely comfortable, but it doesn’t hurt. I touch my lips. “My father’s ward didn’t feel like that.”
“It was keyed to keep Malachi in, not other people out.” He shrugs and pulls me to the couch. “Now, be a good girl and keep quiet while the adults are talking.”