Heir (Bloodline Vampires #2) - Katee Robert Page 0,5
but my magic—my body—craves him with an unholy strength.
I wish there was someone I could talk to about seraphim. I didn’t even know they existed until a month ago, and the only one of the three vampires that seems to know anything is Rylan. Unfortunately, he isn’t talking. Or, rather, if it involves anything but icy silence or cold comments, he’s not interested. He hates the seraphim, which means any information he has will be tainted by that emotion. It might be justified—hard to argue that it isn’t—but that doesn’t mean it’s helpful.
But if there’s a seraph left alive, they’re deep in hiding. I can’t pin my hopes on finding that needle in a haystack; especially when I’m not even certain it exists. No, there’s no easy solution for me. I’m going to have to muddle through as best I can.
Malachi eases out of me and drops down on the couch next to us. A faint sheen of sweat glistens on his skin, and even as exhausted as I am, I want to lick him. Gods, I can’t get enough of either of them.
He looks at us and gives that slow smile of his. “You’re both a mess.”
“It’s your fault.” I leverage myself up enough to press my fingers to the blood coating my chest from where I was rubbing against Wolf. It’s already going tacky. “Both your fault.”
“Guilty.” Wolf stretches beneath me, lifting us a few inches off the couch. “I’d say I meant to be more careful with the knife, but—”
“You’d be lying.” Despite everything, I find myself smiling at him.
“Yep.” He drags his pale gaze over me. “Besides, you look good in my blood. You should wear it more often.”
I blink. I’d say he’s joking, but the way he’s looking at me isn’t amused at all. We just fucked, and he’s staring at my body like he wants to clean me up with his mouth. “Wolf?” I don’t mean for his name to come out as a question, but it happens anyways.
“You can take more, can’t you, love?”
“Wolf.” The word is carefully neutral, Malachi watching us both closely. I can’t decide if he’s trying to encourage the other man or deter him.
Wolf grins, flashing fang. When we first met, I thought it was a lack of control that causes him to do that. Now I know that it’s just pure Wolf. He wants to flash fang so he does. It’s as simple as that. He cups my breasts, dragging his fingers through the blood coating my skin. “Don’t play so restrained, Malachi. We both know you’d like nothing better than to spend a month straight with her on your cock, filling her up over and over again until you plant a babe in her womb.” He lowers his voice, speaking as if intent on seduction. “It makes you crazy that I’m fucking her, doesn’t it? That I might be the one to father the child that makes her heir.”
“That’s enough.”
“Is it?” Wolf lightly pinches my nipples. “Malachi, so calm and collected and in control.” He laughs. “What a liar you are. She might believe you, but I know the truth.”
Tension winds around us, tighter and tighter and having nothing to do with sex. No, there’s the threat of violence on the air. “That’s enough,” I say, echoing Malachi’s words.
“Would you kill me to get her to yourself?” Wolf hasn’t stopped touching me, but all his attention is on the other vampire. I might as well be a cup of tea he’s using to keep his hands busy. “Would you betray our history for her?”
Malachi hasn’t moved. It doesn’t seem like he’s even breathing. “Would you?”
Just like that, the tension bleeds out of Wolf and he grins. “Time will tell, won’t it?”
My desire has gone up in smoke, leaving only ashes in its wake. Bond or not, I am a fucking person and they’re talking over my head like I’m a toy they’re not inclined to share. “Let me go.” I grab Wolf’s wrists and pry his hands off my breasts. He lets me, which is just as well. I’m not sure what I’d do if he kept touching me while I’m this angry. “I’m done.”
“Mina—”
“No.” I struggle to my feet and point at Malachi. “I don’t want to talk to you, either. I’m going to take a shower and then I’m going to bed. Alone.” I make it one step before my anger gets the best of me. “I don’t know if you need to fight or