“I feel it, too.” He brushes his thumbs over my cheekbones. “When you’ve lived as long as I have, you learn not to question these things. Some feelings transcend logic.”
“That’s just it. I’m not going to live as long as you; not by any stretch of the imagination.”
“Trust Rylan.”
I snort. “Yeah, he was calling for my head not too long ago, and then he pulled a full one-eighty between one bite and the next. Trust takes longer to build.”
“Then trust me.”
I open my mouth to repeat what I just said. Trust takes longer to build. But the truth is I do trust Malachi. Not only do I trust him not to hurt me, but I trust him to keep his word. It’s a little disconcerting, to be perfectly honest. I’ve spent this long relying only on myself and the only truth that held steady was I couldn’t trust anyone.
I take an unsteady breath. “I do trust you. Even if I shouldn’t.”
The smile Malachi gives me is nothing like I’ve seen before. It’s a small smile, but it lights up his dark eyes with something akin to happiness. “We’ll get free, Mina.”
I kiss him. It’s not even a decision. I simply hook his neck and go onto my toes as I pull him down to me. He comes more than willingly. The second our lips touch, it’s as if an inferno lights inside me. I need more. I dig my hands into his hair and Malachi hooks the back of my thighs and lifts me so I can wrap my legs around his waist. One step and my back meets the wall. Gods, this man is addicting in a way I don’t know if I’ll ever have a defense against. I don’t know if I want one.
He kisses me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. Like he’ll never get enough. We devolve into tongue and teeth and little sounds that mean everything and nothing.
Malachi pulls back a bare inch. “You need to eat.”
“Later.” I’m already reaching between us to push at the waistband of his lounge pants. “I need you more.”
He curses, the sounds sweet against my lips. “You’re hell on my self-control.”
“Sorry?” I delve into his pants and wrap my fist around his cock. The feeling of him pulsing against my palm has my whole body clenching. I need him and I need him now. “Please. I’ll make it quick.”
He gives one of those rough laughs. “I think that’s supposed to be my line.” But he leans back enough I can push his pants down and free his cock. I start to guide him to my entrance and then hesitate. “We’re supposed to be using condoms, I think?”
He’s breathing as hard as I am. For a moment, I think he might argue, but he finally gives himself a rough shake. “They’re too far away.”
I don’t have a chance to argue. He shifts his grip and sinks to his knees before me, holding me aloft as if I weigh nothing at all. I yelp a little. “Malachi, I want your cock.”
“Too bad. You get my tongue.” And then his mouth is on my pussy and I forget everything but the slick feel of him licking me to orgasm. It feels so fucking good I never want it to stop. He’s not rushing, either. He’s licking me like he relishes my taste, this moment, as much as I do. Under his tongue, my body coils tighter and tighter with pleasure, ascending toward a peak that will send me hurtling into oblivion.
I’m gasping. I think I’m speaking, but I can’t make out the words. It seems beyond comprehension that he can do this to me without biting me. That there are no vampire tricks or magic involved. Just Malachi’s overwhelming strength and the desire weaving a spell around us.
I barely register we’re in the hallway until I look up and realize we aren’t alone any longer. Rylan and Wolf stand at the top of the stairs, watching us with identical looks of lust in their eyes. Wolf’s have bled pure crimson. Rylan’s only flash silver, but there’s no animosity in the way he looks at me now. No, there’s pure need.
It’s too late to wonder how I feel about that. I’m too far gone. I dig my hands into Malachi’s long hair and roll my hips, grinding myself against his mouth and tongue as I come. He bites me, sending my orgasm to new heights. I scream and slam back against the wall, damn near convulsing with the sheer amount of pleasure pouring through me.
He gives my pussy one last long lick and then rises easily to resume the position we started in. He looks down at me with eyes gone pure black. For a moment, I’m sure he’ll fuck me right here, condom or no. I almost hope he does. Even after coming so hard, I crave the feel of him inside me.