Rack’s lips had parted slightly, his breathing uneven as his eyes tracked the blood at the corner of my mouth. Beside him, Calix looked wrecked by the sight of me. Crimson was smeared across his skin while hunger hollowed out his expression into something deadly and dangerous.
The tension inside me snapped, and I surged forward before I could think.
My hand fisted in Calix’s shirt, yanking him down as I dragged my tongue across the blood streaking his mouth. His restraint shattered instantly.
A growl vibrated out of him before his hand slammed against the back of my head, bending me backward as his mouth crashed into mine with bruising force. All sharp teeth and desperate hunger.
The kiss stole the breath from my lungs, but warmth collided against my side. Rack.
I grabbed his shirt blindly, dragging him closer just as Calix’s lips tore away from mine and traveled down my neck. My lipscrashed against his next, frantic and needy, tasting smoke and ember on his tongue as he groaned against my mouth.
My thoughts dissolved into noise and heat. Every coherent thing inside my head unraveled piece by piece as Calix’s hands slid over me, tugging fabric away with impatient pulls while Rack’s mouth stole the air from my lungs.
I stopped trying to think, stopped trying to control any of it, and let my instincts take over.
The air around us churned restlessly, magic threading through the room in uneven waves. It curled around our bodies, pulling us closer together until every breath tasted like blood, hunger, and want. My thirst should’ve been satisfied after feeding, but the ache inside me only deepened, pooling low in my belly.
Calix’s touch moved down my body, each slow press of his mouth against exposed skin dragging another shiver out of me. Behind me, Rack’s hands spread across my chest, warm and possessive, his thumbs brushing over sensitive peaks until my back instinctively arched into him.
A broken breath escaped me, and Rack answered it with a low sound against my mouth, his grip tightening just slightly, like hearing me lose my composure unraveled him too.
Then Calix’s hands slid beneath my thigh and my pulse stumbled.
He lifted my leg over his shoulder before his mouth found the sensitive skin there. The scrape of his teeth, followed by the heat of his tongue, had my legs trembling so hard I nearly lost balance altogether.
I grabbed at Rack automatically. The laugh that left him was rough and breathless, something that I felt more than heard.
Every nerve ending I had was screaming for more. More touch. More blood. More of them.
The need became dizzying until it was impossible to separate from instinct anymore, and that was when I heard it. Rack’s pulse. Its steady, heavy rhythm pounded in my ears, throbbing right beneath his skin.
My attention snapped to his throat like it was magnetized. The thick vein there pulsed against his skin. I stared at it helplessly, completely transfixed. My body leaned closer before I consciously decided to move, drawn in by the ember-warm scent filling my lungs.
Rack noticed immediately.
His breathing changed, eyes dark as he watched me watching him.
Slowly, I lifted my hand beneath his chin, tilting his throat toward me. His lashes lowered halfway, lips parting in a shaky exhale the second my fangs slid free.
Heat flashed through his expression so intensely it nearly knocked the breath from me, then instinct took over completely. I dropped my head and sank my fangs into his neck.
Rack jerked hard against me, but it was no use. He was caught in my web.
A broken sound tore from his chest while my own breath hitched around the first pull of blood. Magic burst across my tongue, hot and electric, racing down my throat in sparks that made my fingers curl against him. The taste of him nearly undid me.
Rack’s head tipped back as another uneven groan escaped him, his hands gripping me tighter while my body shook with the force of it.
The more I drank, the more I wanted.
Just when I was about to lose control, go into a frenzy and slice open his throat and drink every bit of him up, pleasure sliced through the haze as two fingers sank into my wet pussy. Before I could cry out, a set of fangs pierced the tender skin of my inner thigh, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“Oh fuck,” I mumbled against Rack’s neck. My hips thrust against Calix’s hand while the sensitive pulls at my thigh made my body ache for more—for something,someoneto fill me, to take all of me.
My hands grew desperate against Rack’s clothes, wanting to touch him, feel more of him. I found the zipper, and in one yank, his throbbing hard cock sprung out. I wrapped my hand around him, pumping up and down as I pulled at his neck harder, faster.
Rack’s breath grew husky and low, like he was trying not to get too excited. The restraint in it only made heat curl tighter inside me. I wanted to be the reason that control shattered completely, to watch him come apart so thoroughly he forgot everything except me.
When a stiff tongue swiped at my center, my knees buckled, and I released Rack’s neck with a gasp. Grabbing Calix’s hair, I thrust against him, rubbing myself harder with his face until I was just about to come.
