Heir (Bloodline Vampires 2)

I don’t want to hide, but I can’t stop the instinct that demands I fight being held down. I can’t budge Wolf. The knowledge sends a forbidden thrill through me. These three vampires can do anything they want to me, and there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop them. I don’t want to stop them; a fact we’re all readily aware of.

They can feel my emotions, after all. There might be a sprinkling of fear, but it only ramps my desire hotter.

Malachi pushes off his pants and stalks to me. He shoves my legs wide, looping them over the arms over the chair. There’s nowhere to hide now. I can do nothing but whimper as he rips my leggings down the center seam. He doesn’t even bother to push them all the way off my legs, just slides them down to my knees so he has no barriers to my skin.

He guides his cock, still wet from Rylan’s mouth, into me. Even with Wolf using three fingers to ready me, my body fights the intrusion. Malachi’s just too damn big. He plants his big hands on my thighs, pushing them up and back, holding me down as he continues his unrelenting advance.

Watching his thick length disappear into my pussy is almost enough to make me come right then and there. He’s so fucking huge. His cock spreads my pussy obscenely, and I can’t shake the feeling that he’s stamping his ownership onto my very soul.

As if he can sense the direction of my thoughts, he growls. “You might have the bond, little dhampir, but we do, too. You’re ours as much as we’re yours.”

Chapter 12

Ours.

Gods, that’s so sexy. Malachi sinks the rest of the way into me, and I whimper. “Yes.” I don’t even know what I’m agreeing to. Yes, I am as much theirs as they are mine. Yes, I want this to be equal. Just…yes.

Malachi fucks me like he really does own me. Like he knows my body even better than I do. He unerringly finds the spot inside me that has me going melty and hot, squirming as much as I can while so effectively pinned in place. I try to touch him, but Wolf tightens his hold on my wrists. That, too, only heightens my pleasure.

“Let go, little dhampir.” Malachi grips my thighs tighter. “We have all night. This doesn’t end when you come.”

His rough words cut through the last of my resistance. He’s right, after all. I don’t have to hold out, because we’re not done until they are. The strange buoyancy in my chest gets stronger. Gods, is this love? I don’t know. It’s not like I’ve had much experience with it, or even had a good example of what love looks like.

The relationship between my father and his people, his partners, isn’t love. It’s control and abuse. The same goes for how he treats his children, even the ones that weren’t born disappointments like me.

When it comes to love, I’m feeling my way through a lightless room and hoping I don’t fall into a pit of spikes. How I feel with Malachi and Wolf and Rylan is nothing like I’ve experienced before. Does that make it love? I don’t know.

There’s too much I don’t know.

Malachi shifts one hand to my lower stomach, playing his thumb over my clit. He knows my body so fucking well. Even with my head spinning from thoughts of love, my body has no reservations about taking the pleasure he deals and embracing it wholeheartedly. I orgasm with a cry. Malachi keeps up that decadent touch until the waves recede. Only then does he pound into me, chasing his own pleasure. The fire flares hot behind him, the flames licking out of the fireplace for a moment, and then he’s filling me up, grinding into me until I’ve taken every last drop.

He leans down and presses a surprisingly sweet kiss to my lips. I barely have a chance to sink into it before he’s moving away and Rylan is taking his place. I tense a little, expecting the same rough fucking we’ve been getting up to lately, but he coasts his hands up my body, lingering at my hips and sides and breasts, until he lightly clasps my throat with one hand. His eyes haven’t gone back to normal, still shining silver in the low light of the room. “I’m done fighting this. Are you?”

There’s only one truthful answer to his question. “Yes.” I’m done fighting all of it. I could spend the rest of my life railing about how unfair the turns fate has delivered me. It’s even the truth. I’ve been dealt a rough hand. Bemoaning that until the end of time, though? That traps me in the victim mindset.

It keeps me from appreciating the good things that have been dealt alongside the bad. No matter the events that brought us to this place, I have three Bloodline vampire men at my side, all of us aligned in a single goal. I don’t need an army to take my father’s compound from him, not with Malachi, Wolf, and Rylan.