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He continues to hold me immobile, his handsome face contemplative. “It occurs to me that you two could have been taken by Cornelius. His Bloodline power is glamour, after all. It would be child’s play to mimic your bodies and voices and come back here to attack us.”
All that is true, but it doesn’t account for the fact that I know it’s them. I grab his wrists and squeeze. “It’s them. My father might be able to fool our senses, but he can’t fool the bond.”
He grins like I’m a student who’s said something impressive. “Exactly. It’s almost as if the bond does have its uses.”
Damn it, I walked right into that. “Even if it does, I’m still going to learn to shield.”
“That’s up for debate.” He finally releases me and snaps his fingers. I feel the moment the blood ward goes down. It’s almost like a popping in my ears; strange, but not uncomfortable.
Malachi stumbles a little as he steps into the room and true panic takes wing inside me. I push Wolf’s hands away and tug my dress back into place. “You’re hurt.”
“I’m fine.” His actions give lie to his words as Rylan ducks beneath his arm and takes the weight of the bigger vampire. “They were more prepared than we expected.”
“My father is a monster, but he’s no fool.”
“Yes. Which means we need to move and quickly. The more distance we put between the group we just removed and the hounds he’ll send next, the better.” He looks around the living room as if seeing it for the first time. “What’s that smell?”
“Brimstone.” Rylan makes a sound suspiciously close to a snarl. “What did you do, Wolf?”
“Who, me?” Wolf pulls on his pants slowly. “I’m sure I have no idea what you’re speaking of.”
Both Rylan and Malachi go still. Malachi tries to straighten, but he tips to the side and Rylan has to catch him before he falls. I rush to them. “You need blood.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re about to take a nonconsensual nap, and you just said we need to run.” I glance at Rylan. “Please put him on the couch.”
For once, Rylan does what I ask without arguing. He guides Malachi to the couch and eases him down. After the briefest hesitations while I figure out the best way to do this, I simply climb into his lap and pull my hair off one side of my neck. “Drink.”
“You almost died last night. I’m not drinking from you right now.”
“Malachi, shut up and drink.” I dig my hands into his hair and guide his face to my throat. It’s a token of how injured he is that he doesn’t fight me. I flinch a little as his teeth sink into my skin, but then there’s only pleasure.
Damn it, for once, it would be really nice if I didn’t have a wave of sheer desire overwhelm me at one of their bites. It’s useful most of the time, but I can hear Rylan and Wolf conversing quietly behind me, and I desperately want to know what they’re saying.
I might as well try to grasp the wind with my bare hands.
With every pull of Malachi’s mouth, heat courses through my body. My breasts go heavy and sensitive. My pussy throbs in time with the racing of my heart. Despite my best intentions, I rock against Malachi’s hardening cock. He responds by pulling me closer. It’s what I need, and yet it’s also keeping me from what I need. With us pressed this tightly together, I can’t reach down to the front of his pants.
It doesn’t matter. I’ll orgasm regardless. I’m already halfway there simply from his bite alone. That doesn’t change the frustration that blooms. I want him inside me.
I want them all inside me.
The voice hardly sounds like mine, but I can’t blame the desire on anyone but myself. I had all three of these vampires only once and it changed the course of my life forever. No matter what else is true, I crave that level of letting go again. The pleasure that overwhelmed me and awoke my powers.
Malachi shifts and growls against my skin, and that’s all I need. I orgasm hard, whimpering and shaking and grinding against him. He lifts his head almost reluctantly and drags his tongue over the wounds his teeth left behind. A little spark of lightning against my skin lets me know that he’s healed me. He shifts back to kiss me, a slow lingering greeting as if we have all the time in the world.
Rylan curses. “We have to go. Now.” His voice goes low and dangerous. “We’ll discuss the demon once we get somewhere safe.”
Just like that, Malachi isn’t kissing me any longer. He leans back, his expression carefully neutral. “What did you do, little dhampir?”
“We’ll talk about it later—about all of it later. Right now we need to move.” Rylan plucks me off Malachi’s lap, gives my bloody front an exasperated look and fixes my dress again.
I consider objecting that I’m not a doll to be moved around, but I also don’t want to have the demon deal conversation right now. If we need to move, then we need to move. Talking now just means we’ll be arguing for hours.
Rylan also shrugs out of his jacket and wraps it around me. “I’ll carry you.”
“Actually—”
“Wolf, I know you’re not planning on arguing with me after you just went behind both our backs with this demon. Shut your fucking mouth.”
For once, Wolf shuts his fucking mouth. He hauls Malachi up, and the bigger vampire looks much steadier on his feet. Not happy, but steadier.
Rylan shoves a hand through his hair. “Colorado. The house in the mountains.”
Wolf jolts. “That’s a long run.”
“We don’t have a choice. It’s the easiest to secure, and we need time to plan. Jumping states should give us a little more time.”
He doesn’t seem convinced. “They’ve found us at each place. It doesn’t matter how many layers of subterfuge the properties are hidden beneath; they’re able to link it back to us every time.”
“They won’t find this one. Not with who owns it.”