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Then I’m coming, and I know nothing at all.
Chapter 14
“You have got to stop fucking me until I pass out.” I watch the smoke waft from the remains of the little fire I apparently set when I orgasmed.
Wolf smothered it with a pillow and now he’s trailing his fingers through the smoke with a grin on his face. “Remember when you gave Malachi grief for doing this very thing?”
I groan. “In my defense, he burned a ring around us and nearly collapsed the entire floor. You three might survive a little bit of being burned alive, but I won’t.”
“You will.” Rylan trails a finger over my claws. “I may be wrong, but after last night, I’d wager not much can kill you.”
Easy for him to say. I try to frown, but the expression won’t stick. I’m too content. “You literally almost killed me…two days ago?” Was it two days? Three? I’m not sure anymore. We hardly kept a regular schedule in the first place, but all the running has messed up my internal clock. Being in a house carved into the interior of a mountain isn’t helping, either.
“That was two days ago.” He pricks his thumb on my claw and lifts it to press to my lips.
The blood zings through me. My mouth tingles, and I have to work to restrain myself from trying to bite him. My teeth aren’t like a vampire’s. I’ll just gnaw on him without some help from a blade.
Or my claws.
Rylan grins as if he can read my thoughts. “Go ahead.”
I waste no time scrambling up to straddle his stomach. After the smallest consideration, I lightly drag my pointer finger down the center of his throat, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. Delight courses through me. I don’t need the men to cut themselves for me any longer. I can do it myself. I grin and lean down to drag my tongue up his throat.
“Don’t get him riled up again, little dhampir.” Malachi lays next to us on his back, his head propped on his arm. “We need to leave the bed and do some training.”
“I don’t want to train,” I murmur against Rylan’s skin. It’s not quite the truth; I know training is vital, both the combat and now magic. But it’s hard to remember that with Rylan’s hand on the back of my neck, lightly massaging me as I drink from him in little sips.
“Up, Mina.”
I groan a little, but I obey. It’s only when I’m standing that I get a good look at the bed. “We are going to owe the owner of this house so much money.”
“It’s fine.” Malachi rises and disappears into the closet. He comes back into the bedroom a moment later dressed in a pair of gym shorts and carrying workout clothing for me—leggings, a bra, and a tank top.
I pull the clothing on, but pause when Rylan and Wolf make no move to do the same. “Aren’t you two coming?”
Wolf drops onto the bed and rolls until he’s pressed against Rylan’s side. “Oh, someone will be coming.” He reaches down and closes his hand around Rylan’s cock.
“Insatiable,” Malachi mutters.
Rylan clears his throat. “We’ll join you in a little bit.”
Malachi leads the way out of the bedroom, and I can’t stop the goofy grin from pulling at the edges of my mouth. I’m not naive enough to think that everyone’s worked through their baggage. That’s not how anyone functions; humans, vampires, or seraphim. Especially when they have the sheer amount of history my men share. Their issues will crop up again and again as time goes on.
But after last night and this morning, I finally believe we can navigate our way through whatever happens.
We end up in a fancy gym that has everything from free weights to various machines to a nice mat for sparring. I whistle softly. “Wow.”
“It’s a nice change of pace.” Malachi rolls his shoulders. “First, sparring.”
This time, I don’t bother to complain. He’s right that I need this training, and Malachi is an excellent teacher. Even if I want to toss him out a window from time to time because he’s so damn unrelenting. This morning is no different.
An hour later, I’m dripping sweat and every muscle in my body is trembling from exertion. Malachi executes a flawless move that has me spinning through the air and landing on my back hard enough to drive the breath from my body. He twists around to look down at me. “You should have seen that coming.”
“I did.” I wheeze. “Reflexes too slow.”
“Get faster.”
“Trying.”
He reaches down, and I take the offered hand, letting him pull me to my feet. He gives me a slow smile. “You’re getting better.”
“Don’t say ‘I told you so.’” I can’t quite pull off the grumpy act. My goofy grin keeps peeking through. I press my fingers to my cheeks. “This is ridiculous. I can’t stop smiling.”
