Sacrifice (Bloodline Vampires #1) - Katee Robert Page 0,27

“Pull your shirt up, little dhampir. Show us.”

We’re dancing on a bladed tightrope. One wrong step and this will blow up right in our faces. Or maybe only mine. How far can I push these two before I end up in bed and we all throw my hesitance right out the window? Do I want that?

I pull up my shirt before I can admit the answer to that question, barring myself from the waist down. After the slightest hesitation, I spread my legs a little, angling so they can see everything. Wolf starts to sit up, but Malachi pins him down and reaches between them with one hand. I can’t see exactly what he’s doing, but a few seconds later Wolf tenses and moans. Malachi begins moving and… Oh. Oh. He’s fucking Wolf.

Oh my gods.

I stroke myself faster, watching the roll of his hips, watching the way Wolf’s muscles flex as he tries to take Malachi’s cock deeper. Wolf curses softly. “He’s got a giant cock, love. Feels so fucking good inside me.” He grins, his eyes going crimson. “Just imagine how good he’s going to feel inside of you.”

I don’t know if I can imagine it, but my mind is only too happy to make a liar out of me. Desire spikes and I have to force myself to slow down, to draw this out. I don’t want to come too fast. “I’m imagining it,” I whisper.

Malachi slows down, seeming to give me his full attention despite being seated deeply in Wolf’s ass. “We aren’t fucking you.”

“Pity,” Wolf murmurs.

“We aren’t fucking you,” Malachi repeats more firmly. A slow smile pulls at the edges of his lips, an expression downright wicked. “But you’re welcome to Wolf’s mouth while I fuck him.”

That’s a mistake.

I ignore the voice and nod. “Yes, I want that.”

“Thought you might.” He pulls out of Wolf and takes the other man’s jaw in a tight grip, forcing him to meet Malachi’s eyes. “One wrong move and I gut you.”

Wolf laughs. “It’s always gutting with you. That shit hurts, Malachi.”

“Which is why it’s a deterrent and a punishment.” He leans back and slaps Wolf’s side. “On the floor in front of her.”

He moves slowly, obeying but doing it on his own timeline. Wolf kneels in front of my chair. He looks at me for a moment and then moves in a rush, grabbing my shirt and hauling it over my head. I’m naked in an instant and he bands his arm over my lower stomach as I lurch forward, instinctively grabbing for the shirt. “Ah ah. Give our Malachi something to look at.” Another of those infectious grins. “He’s a breast man and yours are superior.”

I’m still trying to form a response as he lowers himself and takes my pussy with his mouth. There’s no other way to describe it. Wolf doesn’t ease into it. He doesn’t taste. He simply devours me. I moan, every muscle going molten even as every nerve ending lights up.

Malachi moves to kneel at Wolf’s back. I catch sight of a bottle of lube in his hand and then he’s fucking Wolf. It must feel amazing, because the other man moans and starts fucking me with his tongue.

I don’t know where to look, what to feel. Wolf’s hands gripping my thighs, his eyes crimson as he edges me closer and closer to orgasm. At the lean strength of his body which flexes with each thrust Malachi makes.

Or at Malachi himself.

He has one hand on Wolf’s hip and the other on the opposite shoulder, holding the other man in place as he fucks him in short, brutal strokes. But his eyes are on me. His gaze touches on my mouth, my neck, my breasts, before moving down my stomach to where Wolf’s head is buried between my thighs.

“She tastes divine, doesn’t she? Just as sweet there as she is in her veins.”

Wolf makes a sound of agreement, but doesn’t lift his head. He works my clit with his tongue, finding the touch which has me clenching in response and repeating it mercilessly. I reach back over my head to grip the chair. The position puts my body on display, and the way fire flickers in Malachi’s eyes speaks to how much he likes the sight.

Words rise up, words I’m not sure I won’t regret.

I changed my mind. Fuck me. Fuck me until we forget all the reasons this might be a mistake.

My orgasm hits me before they can slip free, barreling into me and