Sacrifice (Bloodline Vampires #1) - Katee Robert Page 0,34

a pointed look. “Are you going to behave?”

“Do you want me to?”

Wolf laughs. “As enjoyable as it was to watch you fuck her while covered in my blood, I’d like to feel Mina coming on my cock more than I want a repeat right now.” He settles more firmly between my thighs and thrusts a little. “Sore?”

“No.” In fact, I feel better than I have since the first time I took Malachi’s blood. Energized and downright glowy. I’m sure if I had access to a mirror, I’d find I look a mess, but it doesn’t matter right now. I’m not sure what it says about me I desperately want to fuck Wolf just as much as I wanted—still want—Malachi, but I’m past questioning these things. Everyone is obviously into this and it’s not like vampire culture is overly monogamous. That whole mates-for-life thing is nice in theory, but when your life spans centuries, even the most intense love can shift and change. I’ve noticed partner hopping just from watching the way the vampires in my father’s colony operate. There’s no reason to think this is abnormal.

Again, I feel like I’m grasping for a reason to do this. It only means what I let it mean.

My life has been so devoid of pleasure up to this point. Is it any surprise I’m desperate to grab onto any bit of it I can touch, to glut myself on it with these two devastatingly gorgeous men? Maybe I’ll wake up in a day or two and wonder what the hell I’m doing, but I don’t care right now. I just want to feel good.

And yet…

I press a hand to Wolf’s chest. For all his pushiness, he goes still immediately. I glance at Malachi. “Are you okay with this?”

He raises his brows. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Um.” When he says it like that, I feel silly for even asking. “Because we had sex last night?”

“And I fucked Wolf last night.”

Right. I’d almost forgotten about that particular detail. I worry my bottom lip. “Still.”

Malachi props his head on one hand and looks down at me. “Stop worrying about what you should want and focus on what you do want.”

“Like it’s that easy.”

“It’s exactly that easy.” He sifts his fingers through my hair and then over Wolf’s arm. “When you’re immortal, the reasons for not taking what you want don’t hold up.”

The reminder they’ll live on forever while I age and eventually die is almost enough to dispel the lust Wolf is weaving around me. I could swear he hasn’t moved, but he’s got my leg hitched up around his waist and his cock is pressing against me in a way that feels so good, I can barely stand it. I lick my lips. “I’m not immortal.”

“Not yet,” Malachi kisses me before I can ask him what the hell he’s talking about. Humans and dhampirs can be turned, but I’m an anomaly. A dhampir with no power of my own. I might be an anomaly when it comes to the other rules, too.

I could break the kiss, could argue, could demand more information, but I am so goddamn tired of running around like a hamster on a wheel. No matter how hard I fight, how many scenarios I run, I am still trapped. My fate is still in the hands of other people.

I really am a coward, because I push away those thoughts and grab the pleasure the two of them are offering me with both hands. Malachi moves back and then Wolf’s there, nipping my bottom lip. He tastes just as spicy as he smells, something that defies explanation. The why doesn’t matter, though. It’s enough that it simply is.

He reaches between us with his free hand and begins dragging his cock through my folds. Up and down, spreading my wetness around, teasing me even as he kisses every thought out of my head. Just when I’m about to pull back to beg him to just fuck me, he notches his cock at my entrance.

And then he’s inside me.

I was too distracted by Malachi’s bite to fully appreciate that first stroke last night, but being filled by Wolf is an experience I don’t have words for. He’s big, but he feels different than Malachi. I exhale in a rush as his hips meet mine, sealing us together.

“Fuck, she feels good, Malachi.”

“I know.” His voice has gone deep, gained a little of that sexy growl that I’m starting to crave. He’s still got my hand in his