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Malachi slows down and lifts his head a little. “Stay with me.”

I run my hands down his broad back and dig my nails into his ass. “Don’t stop.” I moan. “Don’t you dare stop.”

His stride hitches, but he recovers quickly, kissing me as he resumes that slow fucking. He’s big, and he feels bigger inside me than he did when he was pressed against me. I revel in the fullness, in the way my body stretches to accommodate him.

“Malachi.”

We go still at the warning in Wolf’s tone. Malachi shudders out a breath. “I have it under control.”

“Do you? Because I have no desire to die in a fire because you’re so lost in our Mina’s sweet pussy that you burn the house down around us.”

“I have it under control,” Malachi repeats.

It’s right around then I notice the flames behind him is roaring high enough it looks like it might burst out of the fireplace at any moment. I should care, but I really don’t. I dig my fingers into his ass again. “Don’t. Stop.”

“I won’t, little dhampir. I won’t ever stop.” He kisses me against and resumes moving, driving me higher and higher.

Part of me wishes I could blame this on the bite, but it’s pure Malachi. He’s overwhelming, and the fact we’re fucking while covered in Wolf’s blood only makes this more depraved, more perfect.

I catch sight of the pulse thrumming in his neck and bite him without thinking. It’s messy—my fangs really are too small to serve their purpose—but Malachi shoves his arms between my body and the floor, lifting me closer to him so I have better access to his neck. So he has better access to my pussy. He shifts the angle just enough that, combined with his blood coating my tongue, I scream my way through another orgasm.

It’s like lighting a match in a room full of gunpowder. He crushes me to him and then he’s driving into me just shy of brutally, rumbling my name as he comes.

We slump to the floor and I stare at the ceiling, wondering if the stars themselves have been rearranged. It feels like they should be. The world is no longer the same as it was an hour ago.

Nothing will ever be the same again.

“Malachi.” Wolf’s tone is dry. “Control yourself.”

I twist just enough to see the fire has escaped the hearth and is snaking its way toward us. Malachi curses and it immediately reverses course, shooting into the fireplace and returning to a normal sized flame. He eases off me. “Did I hurt you?”

“Not in any permanent way.” I ache all over, but it’s nothing compared to the pleasure pulsing in time with my heartbeat. I lift a hand to my mouth. I feel… Different. Strange. I give myself a shake. Of course I feel different. I just had sex for the first time. More, I just all but agreed to have sex with both these vampires in the near future. I am a stranger to the woman I was two weeks ago.

Malachi sits up and leans over to peel Wolf’s hand off his throat. The skin there is new and pink, but intact. “Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not.” He grabs Wolf’s chin and pulls him forward into a quick kiss. “Maybe one day you’ll be able to resist pushing.”

“Unlikely. If it hasn’t happened yet, it’s not going to.”

The fact they’re joking after Malachi ripped out Wolf’s throat is so purely vampire, I almost laugh. But the events of the last hour are catching up to me quickly and I’m starting to shake. Malachi notices first. He stands, scooping me into his arms. “On your feet, Wolf.”

“So bossy.” Wolf staggers up and follows us into the bathroom.

Malachi’s bathroom is even bigger than mine, with a tub large enough to be termed a pool. Wolf moves to turn the tap on without prompting, but Malachi heads directly for the shower. I understand the moment he sets me on my feet and I get a good look at the three of us. I knew we were covered in blood, of course, but seeing it now the adrenaline and lust is fading hits differently. We look like we’ve just survived a massacre.

I let Malachi tow me beneath the spray, but then I try to pull my hand from his. “I can wash myself.”

“Hush.”

I blink. “You did not just hush me.”

“He did.” Wolf steps into the space behind me, and suddenly the roomy shower feels almost crowded. He catches my hips. “Malachi is feeling guilty. Let him make it up to you.”

I look up at the vampire in question and I’m shocked to find that Wolf’s right. There’s something akin to remorse in those dark eyes. He and Wolf guide me farther into the water and the blood runs off my skin in waves. I’m so busy trying to process the guilt, I let them wash me.

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