Spending time wishing for things to be different than how they are is wasteful.
I tilt my head to the side, encouraging him. “I suppose we shouldn’t waste any time.”
“Mmm.” He nips my neck, nowhere near hard enough to draw blood, and rocks me against his length again. “Take my cock out.”
“So bossy,” I murmur. I shift back just enough I can reach between us to do as he commands. He fills my palm and then some, his size massive and familiar. I stroke him. “Hurry.”
Malachi ignores me. He grabs a fistful of his shirt that I’m wearing and winds it at the base of my spine, lifting the hem until I’m bared from the waist down. The growl he makes has me whimpering. “So fucking perfect.” It almost sounds like he’s speaking to himself, rather than to me. He palms my pussy, pushing two blunt fingers into me. He’s fingered me more times than I can count in the last month, but it feels particularly possessive in this moment. As if he’s reclaiming something he thought he might lose.
Something he refuses to lose.
“Did it feel good fucking Rylan, little dhampir?”
“Yes,” I gasp. I try to rock my hips to take his fingers deeper, but his hold on the shirt keeps me hovering above him.
He idly fucks me, watching his large fingers slide in and out of my pussy. “He partially changed.”
It’s not a question, but I still feel compelled to answer. “Yes.” I clutch at Malachi’s shoulders. My thighs are shaking and he’s just getting started.
His eyes go a pure, true black and he licks his lips. “Did his cock get bigger inside you?” He wedges a third finger into me. “Did he stretch you until it almost hurt?”
I claw at his shoulders, but I’m not going anywhere until he allows me to. “Yes,” I sob out. “It felt amazing.”
“I know,” he says it so softly, I know he’s not speaking to me. Just like I know that he and Rylan haven’t rekindled some semblance of their former relationship the same way he and Wolf have. They might fuck each other nearly as often as the fuck me, but Rylan holds himself apart.
It strikes me that the flicker of jealousy in Malachi’s dark eyes isn’t directly solely at Rylan for fucking me. It’s also at me for fucking Rylan.
I release his shoulders and place my hands on my hips. “He grabbed me here. His claws sank into me.” There are still little divots in my skin, a reminder that all the blood I consumed went to keeping me alive instead of healing the smaller wounds completely.
“He held you in place while he fucked you.” Malachi presses his fingers deeper and then twists his wrist, feeling for my G-spot.
“Yes.” This time, when I rock my hips, he lets me ride his fingers. My voice goes a little rough. “He threw me on the bed and held me down.”
Malachi exhales slowly. “You liked it.”
“I loved it.” The truth. I don’t know why I love the rough fucking, the near-violent consumption of lust. In the end, knowing why doesn’t matter. I love it, and that’s good enough reason to do it.
He pulls his fingers out of me, but I don’t have a chance to protest because he twists, taking us to the couch with him on top of me. Malachi doesn’t give me time to adjust. He spreads my thighs wide and starts working his cock into me. Heat dances on my skin, but no flames appear. He hasn’t lost control of his Bloodline power since we left his house. I’m grateful for that fact; I love knowing I affect him deeply, but I don’t relish the thought of having to flee yet another room because Malachi burned the hell out of it in the middle of sex.
“I like seeing his marks on you, little dhampir.” His gaze lands on my throat again. I haven’t looked in the mirror since I woke up, but if the pinpricks on my hips from Rylan’s claws are still there, then no doubt I still bear a mark from his teeth. Malachi shoves all the way into me and braces himself on his elbows on either side of my body. He’s pinning me in place, but saving me from the majority of his weight.
He runs his nose over my throat. “I love smelling him on your skin.” His tongue darts out to taste me. “This is how it should be. All three of us.”
Pleasure courses through me, but my mind trips over what he just said. “You can smell him on me?” I shift, but Malachi isn’t letting me move. “I took a shower.”
“I know.” He kisses my neck. “I think it’s the bond. Or because we’re all Bloodline vampires. Doesn’t matter why.” Each sentence is punctuated by a slow thrust. “We can scent each other on you. It makes me crazed.”
I run my hands down his back and grip his ass, urging him to fuck me harder. “Give me more.”
“I’ll give you everything.” He lifts his head and I catch the metallic scent of blood a moment before he kisses me. He nicked his tongue and his blood coats our kiss, ramping up my desire even more.
More.
I can’t get enough.
I suck on his tongue as he fucks me. As he shifts his angle and presses his thumb to my clit, working me until I orgasm all over his cock. I half-expect him to follow me over the edge, but Malachi has other plans.
He fucks me through my orgasm, his body a cage I don’t want to escape. Only as the last wave fades does he slow down, his strokes gaining a leisurely pace that curls my toes. He nips my bottom lip. “They won’t be back for a while.”
I dig my nails into his ass and lift my hips to take him deeper yet. “Guess we’ll have to entertain ourselves.”
“Guess so.”
We don’t stop for a very, very long time.
Chapter 6
I’m in the kitchen the next day when I feel it. A sense of…not exactly wrongness, but an intrusion. I nearly drop the bowl I’m holding. “What is that?”
Instantly, Malachi is on alert. “What is what?”
“There’s this…” I frown. “I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like an itch I can’t scratch.”
He narrows his eyes. “Where?”
Without looking, I point nearly behind me. “There. I can’t tell how far.”
He doesn’t hesitate. “Rylan.” Before the sound of the other vampire’s name is finishing echoing through the house, Malachi has me in his arms and he’s moving in that nearly-too-fast speed, flying through the rooms and out the front door—on the opposite side of the house from where I felt the intrusion.
Rylan lands beside us, and I get the impression that he jumped from the second or third story. His dark hair is a little ruffled, but he’s back to wearing a suit and looks freshly pressed. “What’s going on?”
“She felt something. Coming from the opposite direction.”
I expect Rylan to laugh it off. Why should he take this seriously when he barely bothers to listen to a single word that comes out of my mouth? But his gaze narrows the same way Malachi’s did. “Get to the safe house we agreed on. I’ll take a look and call Wolf to update him.” He pulls off his jacket, quickly followed by his shirt.
I tense. “Wait. I like this house. There’s no reason to run if—”
“Rylan will take a look. If he gives the signal, we’ll come back.” Malachi is already moving, rushing through the trees that surround the house at a pace I could never dream of matching. I have no choice but to cling to him. At this point, I’m just grateful that, for once, I was actually wearing clothing. My shorts and oversized T-shirt are hardly appropriate for the briskness of the weather, but it’s better than being naked.