Heir (Bloodline Vampires #2) - Katee Robert Page 0,4

Wolf’s mouth, so turned on I can barely think straight.

He won’t finish like this. They never finish anywhere but inside me these days.

I push the thought away and focus on riding Wolf’s cock as he uses his power to call blood to my clit and nipples. It makes me so sensitive, it almost hurts, but I drink up the near-pain with the same fervor that I consume the pleasure. I need more. Endlessly more.

I look up to find Malachi watching me. He doesn’t break his stride, his fingers digging into Wolf’s pale blond mohawk as he keeps up that punishing rhythm that demands a submission I don’t know if the other man is capable of. In these moments, I’m reminded that no matter how soft Malachi can occasionally be with me, he’s truly the one that holds our little foursome together.

Not me.

As if he can sense my mood shifting, he reaches down and hooks the back of my neck, towing me closer to Wolf. “Drink from him.”

“But—”

“Do it, little dhampir.” His voice is slightly ragged as he fucks Wolf’s mouth, but his eyes are intense on me. “How are you going to get stronger if you shy away from this?”

How indeed?

The worst part is that I liked drinking from them before the bond snapped into place. Whiskey is great, but Bloodline vampire blood is like bottled lightning. The problem is that we don’t know what exchanging blood is doing to the bond. All I know is that I crave drinking from all three of them with an intensity I can’t blame on the pleasure I get from their blood. “But…”

Wolf makes the decision for me. He pulls a knife from somewhere and slices a long line down the length of his neck. Blood gushes and I’m closing the distance to press my mouth to the wound before I have a chance to reconsider.

Fucking Wolf is amazing.

Fucking Wolf while drinking his blood is like going from 2D to 3D. Every nerve ending lights up, even ones I’m pretty sure don’t actually exist in the physical world. His power surges into me even as he grabs my hips and fucks up into me. It’s so good. Too good. I try to hold out, to make this last, but my control is less than nothing when it comes to these men. I orgasm hard, crying out against his skin, his blood on my tongue.

He follows me over the edge, his fingers pressing so hard into my skin that I know I’ll have bruises…at least for a few minutes before my increased healing abilities take care of them.

It’s only when I’m being lifted off Wolf’s cock that I realize Malachi stopped fucking his mouth a few moments ago. And then he’s inside me, wedging his cock into me. Malachi doesn’t give me time to recover, to move, to do anything but take him. He braces one hand on my hip and one on the couch next to Wolf’s shoulder, and then he fucks me against the other man’s chest.

Wolf grabs my hair and uses his hold to maneuver my head to the side, baring my neck. It’s all the warning I get before he bites me. I orgasm instantly, already primed from everything we’ve been doing up to this point. The bastard doesn’t stop, though. He keeps sucking, timing it with Malachi’s thrusts, driving my orgasm higher and higher.

My body gives out before they do.

I collapse, held in place between them as they finish. Wolf licks my neck, a sizzling feeling there telling me that he used his own blood to heal the bite. Malachi grinds deep into me and curses, filling me up.

Maybe this will be the time I get pregnant.

I know that’s the goal, but part of me can’t help hoping that it takes a little longer. Selfish. So fucking selfish of me. I’ll feel bad about the thought later. Right now, I don’t have the energy to do more than lay against Wolf’s chest and relearn how to breathe.

This should be enough.

I have two sexy as hell vampires who have just fucked me within an inch of my life. The echoes of that last orgasm is still settling in my bones. Wanting more, craving more, is even so beyond selfish.

Wanting Rylan is the height of foolishness.

I close my eyes, and even without trying, I can feel him down the length of the bond. He’s miles away now, winging a circle with the house at the center. I might loathe the man,