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Rylan chuckles against my clit, and I shiver. “This…”
“Shh, love.” Wolf clasps my jaw and urges me back so he can claim my mouth even as he thrusts deeper. “Just a dream.”
I reach down and sift my fingers through Rylan’s short hair. He’s rubbing my clit with his tongue slowly, teasing my pleasure higher. This entire experience feels lazy in the best way. No one is rushing. We’re simply giving and receiving pleasure. Each orgasm they deal me feels like a little death that builds on the last one, a slowly rising tide.
At least for a little while.
Nothing good lasts forever. Not even vampire sex.
Eventually Wolf’s strokes lose their smooth rhythm and he bites my neck as he pumps me full of his come, setting off a chain reaction of another orgasm from me. I cry out, pinned between his cock and Rylan’s mouth. It’s too good. I can’t take any more.
I don’t have a choice.
Malachi eases off Rylan’s cock and licks his slit, but his eyes are on me. “Fill her up, Rylan. I want all three of us mixed inside that perfect pussy.”
Rylan nods, his eyes nearly glowing. He barely waits for Wolf to pull out of me before he’s yanking me down his body and shoving his cock into me. We’re still moving slow, still maintaining that lazy vibe, but it feels different with Rylan. It always seems to feel different with Rylan, like he’s barely restraining himself from shredding the bedding and driving into me until he tattoos his essence on every inch of my body.
Once again, pleasure rises in a wave. I recognize the feel of Wolf’s power sending my blood to pulse in my clit and nipples. I shiver around Rylan’s cock, clinging to him as I get swept away yet again. How much pleasure can one body hold? It feels limitless in this moment.
He buries his face in my neck as he comes. I feel the tiniest nick of teeth, but a swipe of his rough tongue and all evidence of it is gone.
Or if would be if we weren’t in bed with two other vampires.
Malachi grips the back of Rylan’s neck and pulls him off me, his expression forbidding. “No teeth.”
“She’s recovered.” He seems to arch up into Malachi’s touch. “Besides, Wolf bit her.”
“That’s different.”
“I’m recovered,” I confirm. I’m more than recovered. Now that I’m fully awake, the lingering exhaustion from last night is gone. I feel…really, really good. Like I could run a marathon and then go climb a mountain, and maybe finish off the day with some deep sea diving. I touch my knee. The scar my father gave me is gone, just like the pain and limited mobility is gone.
In fact…
I sit up and look at my body. All my scars are gone. How did I not notice is before? I registered that they were fading faster than was humanly possible, but there were still many lingering. At least there were until last night.
I don’t like it. Those scars were linked with my memories of surviving. I went through so much, and nothing my father and his cronies did could break me. They hurt me, scarred me, damaged my body, but they couldn’t break me.
Now, all those scars are only in my head. It feels strange.
I twist to look at Malachi. A sound almost like relief whispers from my lips at the sight of his scarred chest. That, at least, hasn’t changed. I want him to tell me the story someday. Would he still do it if the scar disappeared? The thought isn’t logical, but I can’t shake it. “Come here.”
He kisses me, a slow drugging claiming. I sink into the feel of him, let myself be buoyed by his steadiness. This. This is all that matters. I can face down all the wild magic in the world as long as Malachi remains steady at my side.
He flips me over onto my hands and knees. It gives me a great view of where Rylan and Wolf lean on each other against the headboard. They’re not exactly cuddling, but they’re not not cuddling, either. They watch us with a barely sated hunger.
With vampire blood, there’s little to no recovery time. If I didn’t have to stop to eat, we could fuck for days, weeks, months. Maybe even years.
Malachi nudges my legs wider and then he’s guiding his cock into me. A slow, steady intrusion that has my breath gasping from my lungs. Every time. Every time. It always feels like the first time with him, like he’s claiming all over again. “You can take more,” he murmurs.
More of his cock?
More orgasms?
I don’t get a chance to ask. He braces one hand on my hip and one on my shoulder and picks up his rhythm. At this angle, every stroke slides his cock along my G-spot. I whimper, and my mind goes blank. I’m vaguely aware of my fingertips tingling as they morph into claws, of me shredding the bedding just like I’m sure Rylan wanted to do. He might have restraint. I have none. I can feel my blood surging through my body, a new awareness that no doubt comes from Wolf’s bloodline. Part of me screams to control these foreign powers, but I can’t think straight with Malachi fucking me like this.
I close my eyes as yet another orgasm bears down on me. I’m so focused my pleasure, I almost miss the scent of smoke.
Then I’m coming, and I know nothing at all.
“You have got to stop fucking me until I pass out.” I watch the smoke waft from the remains of the little fire I apparently set when I orgasmed.
Wolf smothered it with a pillow and now he’s trailing his fingers through the smoke with a grin on his face. “Remember when you gave Malachi grief for doing this very thing?”
I groan. “In my defense, he burned a ring around us and nearly collapsed the entire floor. You three might survive a little bit of being burned alive, but I won’t.”
“You will.” Rylan trails a finger over my claws. “I may be wrong, but after last night, I’d wager not much can kill you.”
Easy for him to say. I try to frown, but the expression won’t stick. I’m too content. “You literally almost killed me…two days ago?” Was it two days? Three? I’m not sure anymore. We hardly kept a regular schedule in the first place, but all the running has messed up my internal clock. Being in a house carved into the interior of a mountain isn’t helping, either.
“That was two days ago.” He pricks his thumb on my claw and lifts it to press to my lips.
The blood zings through me. My mouth tingles, and I have to work to restrain myself from trying to bite him. My teeth aren’t like a vampire’s. I’ll just gnaw on him without some help from a blade.