“Smells good, too.” Wolf inhales. He licks a line down my thigh. “Smells tempting.”
“We shouldn’t.”
Understanding crashes over me. I know what they’re talking about now. Malachi might have instructed them not to bite me, but they want to. I want them to. “Do it,” I whisper. “Please.”
“As the lady commands.”
“Wolf!”
But it’s too late. He snaps forward, quick as a snake, and bites my thigh. I come instantly, crying out so loudly that it’s almost a scream. Wolf takes one pull and then another, each one like a pleasurable tug on my clit that only spikes my orgasm higher.
He stops. A little spark of power flares on my thigh where he’s cut his tongue to speed my heeling, and then he climbs up my body. He brushes a quick kiss to my lips, too quickly. I’m not his final destination, after all. Wolf shifts just a little so he can take Rylan’s mouth.
Rylan moans and his grip on me goes almost painfully tight, claws suddenly pricking my skin as he starts to lose control. They move, pressing close as if they can get to each other through me. It might be enough to make me feel immaterial, but this is what I want just as much as I want them to focus on me. I love that my men love each other. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Wolf lifts his head. “You need it more than we do. Take what she’s offering before you lose control and hurt her.” His voice goes hard. “Because if your stubbornness causes her harm again, I will kill you.”
“Wolf, no.” My protest is faint. “Don’t force him.”
“Everyone is so fucking selfless. So damn ready to bend over backwards to be polite even though it weakens you.” He curses. “You’re too damn short-sighted. One bite, Rylan. You’re not going to lose control now, but the same can’t be said if you wait too long.”
Now it’s Rylan’s turn to curse. “You’re right.”
“I know.”
Still, he doesn’t bite me. I think we’re all remembering back at that farmhouse where Rylan lost control after denying both of us for too long. He bit me too deep. I don’t think he would have killed me, even if Malachi and Wolf hadn’t intervened, but the memory is too fresh to argue with.
I tilt my head to the side, offering my neck. “I trust you.”
“Gods.” He speaks low and soft, but the words are lost on me as his teeth sink into my skin. Wolf presses us onto our backs and then his big cock is at my entrance, pushing steadily into me. The first pull from Rylan’s mouth has my orgasm rising again, and Wolf working his cock into me only heightens my pleasure.
I want it to be like this always.
Rylan only takes four pulls, but it’s more than enough. It’s like it incites something within the three of us. A flame. A desperation to be closer, to make our pleasure last longer. A desire for more.
He wrestles Wolf and I off him. Wolf lands on his back with me astride him, his cock still buried deep. He thrusts up, laughing in a choked kind of way. “Better hurry, Rylan. Missed this too much to last long.”
I plant my hands on his chest and start to ride him. “Yes, Rylan. Hurry.” I’m going to come again. It’s as if all the misery and suffering from the last week have held back a wave of pleasure so strong, it threatens to sweep me away entirely. I’m not sure I mind. The harsh reality will return all too soon. I want this while we have this chance.
“You can last. Both of you,” Rylan bites out. His weight disappears from behind me for a moment and I hear him rustling through the nightstand drawer. He snorts. “The demon would ensure we’re fully stocked on lube.”
“Azazel has his priorities in order.” Wolf hooks the back of my neck and tows me close to claim my mouth. Kissing him is rarely soft and never what I expect. This time is no different. His tongue is fierce against mine, filled with things left unsaid. I meet him stroke for stroke, never stopping riding him even as I’m sighing and gasping against his lips.
The mattress dips as Rylan returns to us. I already know what to expect. What comes next. We’ve done this before. If we live through the coming confrontation, we’ll do this many times again. The thought makes me shiver. Rylan palms my ass, that delicious tremor in his hands. “You up for this?”
I break Wolf’s kiss to snarl, “Fuck me, Rylan. Don’t hold back.”
“You heard her.” Wolf laughs and then he reclaims my mouth with teeth and tongue.
Rylan doesn’t ask again. He spreads lube over me and works his fingers into me in slow strokes. It hasn’t been that long since we’ve done this, but he’s nothing if not thorough. When I first met him, I thought he was an unbelievable ass. I still think that sometimes, but beneath his cold exterior is a man who cares far more than anyone would guess.