“Fine.” Another of those put-upon sighs, but then he grins, his pale eyes lighting up. “I promise not to do it again…until we fuck.”
“Who says we’re fucking?”
He smooths a hand over his short mohawk, his grin widening. “Fun little side effect of my powers is I can sense blood. Do you know what gets the blood flowing, love?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. “Desire.”
Impossible to argue when he already has evidence of it. Especially because I can’t blame a bite for it this time. No, it’s just my fucked up head that looks at two men who can easily rip me limb from limb and decides that is what’ll get me off. “Feeling desire and acting on it are two very different things.”
“So they are.” Another shrug as if he couldn’t give a fuck.
Somehow, in the midst of all this, I forgot he’s naked. Now that the shock of his powers has faded a little, it’s impossible for me to keep my attention on his face. His skin is several shades lighter than Malachi’s, a pale that almost looks unreal. Though he’s built leaner than Malachi, too, there’s plenty of muscle definition drawing my eye down, down, down, to where his hard cock juts forth.
Fuck.
“Another perk.” His amusement is cutting. “With a little blood in my body, I can keep it up for days if I want to. Think of all the pleasure I can give you, love. Come back to the bedroom with us.”
I shake my head slowly. The thought of fucking for days blows my mind. I can’t… I shouldn’t… I swallow hard. “I said no.”
“So you did.” He turns and starts ambling toward Malachi’s bedroom. “Ah well, consider this an invitation to watch, then. I promise to be on my best behavior.”
“Do you have a best behavior?”
He laughs. “Not even a little bit.” Wolf pauses in the doorway. “But Malachi does. He’s got enough for all of us.” He disappears into the room before I can form a response.
What is there to say?
Walking into that room is a mistake. It’s a choice. I can’t pretend someone forced my hand or I was influenced by anything but my own lust. If I cross that threshold, there’s no uncrossing it.
Isn’t that what I came here for tonight, though? I didn’t bargain on Wolf, but I should have. Malachi as much as told me he and Wolf have a long and complicated history. I might not have fully comprehended they were a package deal. But that doesn’t change the fact apparently they are. Can I live with that?
I don’t know. There’s so much I don’t know.
Except…
All I’m doing is stalling, putting off the inevitable. I made my choice already. It might be the first fucking choice I’ve ever made, but it’s mine. I close my eyes and inhale slowly. I don’t think I’m ready to jump into bed with both of them. But the idea of watching?
I want that. I didn’t realize how much I wanted it until Wolf offered that option. A way to dip my toes into the water. I know I’m making excuses to do what I want, but it doesn’t matter as I retrace the path to Malachi’s door.
The men have their heads close together and are speaking in low voices. They turn as one and I have to fight the instinctive urge to flee. I swallow hard. “I’d like to…watch. If that’s okay with both of you.”
Wolf grins. “You know it’s more than okay with me, love.”
I glare at him, but it feels half-hearted. Against my better judgement, I’m starting to like his irreverent attitude. Kind of. I don’t know what it says about me, but I’m nowhere close to a place where I want to analyze that. I lick my lips and focus on Malachi. “Is that okay?”
He searches my face for a long moment, but must find whatever he’s looking for because he nods slowly. “Yes, it’s okay.”
10
I don’t know what I expect, but it’s not for the vampires to start making out as if I’m not in the room. I look around and finally move to the chair near the bed and sink onto it. Wolf digs his fingers into Malachi’s hair and wrenches his head back, deepening the kiss. They’re like two titans clashing, powerful predators at the top of their game and grappling for dominance.
It’s really, really sexy.
They seem totally lost in each other, which allows me to settle into the strangeness of this situation. To begin to enjoy myself. Malachi shifts in one of those blurring moments and bears Wolf to the bed hard enough to make the other man grunt. The sound reaches across the distance and sends a bolt of pure pleasure through me.
I shift in the chair, pressing my thighs together. It doesn’t alleviate the pressure at all. If anything, it makes it worse. Gods, I need to get control of myself.