Heir: A Bloodline Vampires Novel

by Robert, Katee

  As if he can hear my thoughts, he bites me, his fangs on either side of my mound. Pleasure surges through me, as if the first bite readied me for exactly this moment. I come so hard, I scream, bucking against him. He grabs my hips and pins me in place, each pull making my orgasm crest higher and higher, until my very voice gives out.

  Only then does he give me one last lick and lift his head.

  Wolf is there in an instant, claiming Malachi’s mouth. I lie there and watch them kiss, a savage meeting of predators that should scare me but only turns me on more. They’re not mine, no matter what the bond and Rylan think. They’re not mine…but in this moment, they almost feel like they could be.

  Wolf tugs Malachi’s head back and licks the blood and me off his lower lip. He shudders. “Exquisite.”

  “You, first.” Malachi stands and pushes Wolf down on the couch next to me. “Suck my cock while you’re at it.”

  Wolf’s grin is…well, wolfish. I’m reminded yet again that these men—including Rylan—have a history that precedes my birth by centuries. Friendship and more, even if they had some sort of falling out that I still don’t have the details on.

  I don’t have the details on a lot of things when it comes to these Bloodline vampires.

  There’s no time for my worries to take hold, though. Not with Wolf hauling me to straddle him and wrapping a fist around his cock. He doesn’t hesitate to guide his blunt head to my entrance. I’m ready, more than ready, but I still have to work myself down his length in small strokes to take his size. I brace my hands on his shoulders as I do, looking down into his pale eyes that are already edging crimson the way they do when he’s feeling strong emotions… Or drawing on his power.

  I feel an answering pull in my clit, my blood rising to his call as he guides it to further my pleasure. I gasp and sink the rest of the way onto him. “I love it when you do that.”

  “I know.”

  Malachi barely waits for Wolf to seat himself entirely within me before he leans over the couch and then Wolf’s sucking him down. I rock my hips as I watch him fuck Wolf’s mouth, so turned on I can barely think straight.

  He won’t finish like this. They never finish anywhere but inside me these days.

  I push the thought away and focus on riding Wolf’s cock as he uses his power to call blood to my clit and nipples. It makes me so sensitive, it almost hurts, but I drink up the near-pain with the same fervor that I consume the pleasure. I need more. Endlessly more.

  I look up to find Malachi watching me. He doesn’t break his stride, his fingers digging into Wolf’s pale blond mohawk as he keeps up that punishing rhythm that demands a submission I don’t know if the other man is capable of. In these moments, I’m reminded that no matter how soft Malachi can occasionally be with me, he’s truly the one that holds our little foursome together.

  Not me.

  As if he can sense my mood shifting, he reaches down and hooks the back of my neck, towing me closer to Wolf. “Drink from him.”

  “But—”

  “Do it, little dhampir.” His voice is slightly ragged as he fucks Wolf’s mouth, but his eyes are intense on me. “How are you going to get stronger if you shy away from this?”

  How indeed?

  The worst part is that I liked drinking from them before the bond snapped into place. Whiskey is great, but Bloodline vampire blood is like bottled lightning. The problem is that we don’t know what exchanging blood is doing to the bond. All I know is that I crave drinking from all three of them with an intensity I can’t blame on the pleasure I get from their blood. “But…”

  Wolf makes the decision for me. He pulls a knife from somewhere and slices a long line down the length of his neck. Blood gushes and I’m closing the distance to press my mouth to the wound before I have a chance to reconsider.

  Fucking Wolf is amazing.

  Fucking Wolf while drinking his blood is like going from 2D to 3D. Every nerve ending lights up, even ones I’m pretty sure don’t actually exist in the physical world. His power surges into me even as he grabs my hips and fucks up into me. It’s so good. Too good. I try to hold out, to make this last, but my control is less than nothing when it comes to these men. I orgasm hard, crying out against his skin, his blood on my tongue.

  He follows me over the edge, his fingers pressing so hard into my skin that I know I’ll have bruises…at least for a few minutes before my increased healing abilities take care of them.

  It’s only when I’m being lifted off Wolf’s cock that I realize Malachi stopped fucking his mouth a few moments ago. And then he’s inside me, wedging his cock into me. Malachi doesn’t give me time to recover, to move, to do anything but take him. He braces one hand on my hip and one on the couch next to Wolf’s shoulder, and then he fucks me against the other man’s chest.

  Wolf grabs my hair and uses his hold to maneuver my head to the side, baring my neck. It’s all the warning I get before he bites me. I orgasm instantly, already primed from everything we’ve been doing up to this point. The bastard doesn’t stop, though. He keeps sucking, timing it with Malachi’s thrusts, driving my orgasm higher and higher.

  My body gives out before they do.

  I collapse, held in place between them as they finish. Wolf licks my neck, a sizzling feeling there telling me that he used his own blood to heal the bite. Malachi grinds deep into me and curses, filling me up.

  Maybe this will be the time I get pregnant.

  I know that’s the goal, but part of me can’t help hoping that it takes a little longer. Selfish. So fucking selfish of me. I’ll feel bad about the thought later. Right now, I don’t have the energy to do more than lay against Wolf’s chest and relearn how to breathe.

  This should be enough.

  I have two sexy as hell vampires who have just fucked me within an inch of my life. The echoes of that last orgasm is still settling in my bones. Wanting more, craving more, is even so beyond selfish.

  Wanting Rylan is the height of foolishness.

  I close my eyes, and even without trying, I can feel him down the length of the bond. He’s miles away now, winging a circle with the house at the center. I might loathe the man, but my magic—my body—craves him with an unholy strength.

  I wish there was someone I could talk to about seraphim. I didn’t even know they existed until a month ago, and the only one of the three vampires that seems to know anything is Rylan. Unfortunately, he isn’t talking. Or, rather, if it involves anything but icy silence or cold comments, he’s not interested. He hates the seraphim, which means any information he has will be tainted by that emotion. It might be justified—hard to argue that it isn’t—but that doesn’t mean it’s helpful.

  But if there’s a seraph left alive, they’re deep in hiding. I can’t pin my hopes on finding that needle in a haystack; especially when I’m not even certain it exists. No, there’s no easy solution for me. I’m going to have to muddle through as best I can.

  Malachi eases out of me and drops down on the couch next to us. A faint sheen of sweat glistens on his skin, and even as exhausted as I am, I want to lick him. Gods, I can’t get enough of either of them.

  He looks at us and gives that slow smile of his. “You’re both a mess.”

  “It’s your fault.” I leverage myself up enough to press my fingers to the blood coating my chest from where I was rubbing against Wolf. It’s already going tacky. “Both your fault.”

  “Guilty.” Wolf stretches beneath me, lifting us a few inches off the couch. “I’d say I meant to be more careful with the knife, but—”

  “You’d be lying.” Despite everything, I find myself smiling at him.

  “Yep.” He drags his pale gaze over me. “Besides, you look good in my blood. You should wear it more often.”

  I blink. I’d say he’s joking, but the way he’s looking at me isn’t amused at all. We just fucked, and he’s staring at my body like he wants to clean me up with his mouth. “Wolf?” I don’t mean for his name to come out as a question
, but it happens anyways.

  “You can take more, can’t you, love?”

  “Wolf.” The word is carefully neutral, Malachi watching us both closely. I can’t decide if he’s trying to encourage the other man or deter him.

  Wolf grins, flashing fang. When we first met, I thought it was a lack of control that causes him to do that. Now I know that it’s just pure Wolf. He wants to flash fang so he does. It’s as simple as that. He cups my breasts, dragging his fingers through the blood coating my skin. “Don’t play so restrained, Malachi. We both know you’d like nothing better than to spend a month straight with her on your cock, filling her up over and over again until you plant a babe in her womb.” He lowers his voice, speaking as if intent on seduction. “It makes you crazy that I’m fucking her, doesn’t it? That I might be the one to father the child that makes her heir.”

  “That’s enough.”

  “Is it?” Wolf lightly pinches my nipples. “Malachi, so calm and collected and in control.” He laughs. “What a liar you are. She might believe you, but I know the truth.”

  Tension winds around us, tighter and tighter and having nothing to do with sex. No, there’s the threat of violence on the air. “That’s enough,” I say, echoing Malachi’s words.

  “Would you kill me to get her to yourself?” Wolf hasn’t stopped touching me, but all his attention is on the other vampire. I might as well be a cup of tea he’s using to keep his hands busy. “Would you betray our history for her?”

  Malachi hasn’t moved. It doesn’t seem like he’s even breathing. “Would you?”

  Just like that, the tension bleeds out of Wolf and he grins. “Time will tell, won’t it?”

  My desire has gone up in smoke, leaving only ashes in its wake. Bond or not, I am a fucking person and they’re talking over my head like I’m a toy they’re not inclined to share. “Let me go.” I grab Wolf’s wrists and pry his hands off my breasts. He lets me, which is just as well. I’m not sure what I’d do if he kept touching me while I’m this angry. “I’m done.”

  “Mina—”

  “No.” I struggle to my feet and point at Malachi. “I don’t want to talk to you, either. I’m going to take a shower and then I’m going to bed. Alone.” I make it one step before my anger gets the best of me. “I don’t know if you need to fight or fuck your way to the end of this conversation, but you obviously don’t need me here for it. Goodnight.”

  Neither of them say a word as I stalk out of the room. Of course they don’t. I’m not required for this pissing match. I’m not required for anything important.

  Except, oh yeah, I’m the reason we were able to break the blood ward keeping Malachi trapped in that house for decades.

  And my damned womb is going to be the thing that unseats my father and allows them to finally stop being hunted by him and his people.

  None of that matters, though. Bond or not, I’m still not convinced they see me as more than a tool for their endgame. Even Malachi betrays that when he gets like this, snarling and snapping over me like I’m a piece of meat in his possession.

  No one gives a shit what I want.

  Chapter 3

  I stalk into the room that I’ve claimed as my own. Most nights, Malachi shares it. Wolf’s here more than half of the time, too. Not Rylan. Never Rylan. He alone doesn’t seem to have a use for me, which should irritate me, but right now it’s almost a relief.

  Almost as if my thoughts summoned him, the curtains billow out from the window and then he’s there, a dark silhouette against the full moon in the shadows of the room. The shadows clothe him well enough, but I know he’s naked. He always is after shifting back to human.

  I stop short, planting my feet against the nearly overwhelming need to go to him. To run my hands up his bare chest and rub as much of my skin against his as I can manage. To take him into my body and ride until we’re both sweaty and sated.

  It’s the bond. I know it’s the bond.

  The feeling in my chest isn’t a tug any longer. It’s a riptide, and I’m losing ground. I stagger forward a step. “What are you doing here?”

  “I…couldn’t stay away.” He sounds like he’s speaking through gritted teeth. “I tried.”

  My body takes me another step closer to him. It’s like something else resides within my skin. A force I can’t fight; I don’t even know how to try. I grab the footboard of the bed. “Leave. I don’t…” The surge in my chest gets stronger. “I can’t control this.”

  “I can’t leave. It won’t let me.” He says the words with such finality. As if pronouncing a death sentence.

  It’s only then that I notice how his body shakes. He’s fighting this as much as I am. My fingers release the footboard without my permission and I stumble another few steps closer. “I hate this.”

  Rylan catches my elbows, and even that touch is enough to dim the pressing magic a little. I exhale shakily. “I’m sorry.”

  “Stop saying that.” He tightens his grip. “Stop fucking apologizing to me.”

  I shouldn’t find his anger reassuring. It shouldn’t feel like a bridge forming between us, a shared experience that neither of us want. I can’t help it. I rest my forehead against his chest and close my eyes. “I guess there are limits to this, too. Can’t fly too far from me. Can’t go too long without…this.”

  “Tell me to stop and I’ll find a way.”

  I open my eyes and drag in a breath. “It will hurt both of us if you do.”

  “Still,” he speaks through gritted teeth. “Wolf can cause injuries serious enough that regenerating will take up all my strength. It’ll buy time.”

  I blink. “Would you rather we do that?” I’m not sure how I feel about the idea that he might prefer to be maimed than to have sex with me, but I’m not exactly frothing at the mouth to fuck him, either. Still…

  Rylan’s muscles clench beneath my palms. I don’t even remember putting my hands on his chest. He curses. “No, I don’t want that. I resent the hell out of this bond—out of you—but that doesn’t change the fact that I want you. Fucking you is no hardship, Mina.”

  “No hardship.” My laugh comes out jagged. “It is if we don’t choose this.”

  “Tell me to stop and I’ll find a way,” he repeats.

  That’s the thing. I don’t want him to stop. I can blame the bond, but the truth is that I’ve been drawn to Rylan since I first saw him. I’ve hated him, resented him, but neither of those feelings have been enough to combat the sheer desire that licks at me every time we get too close. “I won’t ask that of you,” I whisper. I’m not even sure which outcome I’m talking about.

  Rylan doesn’t ask.

  He yanks me against him, plastering us together. He takes my mouth. It can barely be called a kiss. It feels like an attack I’m only too happy to meet halfway. This is what I need. If we must do this, we’ll do it our way. Angry. Just shy of violent.

  I shove him back, and he twists just enough that he hits the wall instead of the open window. The impact still shakes us both. Not enough. It’s not fucking enough. Every time I turn around, I’m being reminded of how little control I have, how very much I’m at the whims of powers far beyond me. These vampires. The bond. Even my father. All have power where I have none.

  I just want to forget.

  Rylan spins me around and I barely catch myself on the window ledge. He doesn’t give me time to recover, kicking my legs wide and then he’s there, shoving his giant cock into me. He’s almost too big to make it work, even after fucking Malachi and Wolf earlier. Not that he cares. Not that I care. I press back, taking him deeper. “More.”

  His hands land on my hips. Sharp pain makes me jump. I twist to find that the tips of his fingers have…changed. Into claws. “Rylan?”

  “Sorry,” he grits out. “Can’t control it.”

  He hesitates, but I’m having none of it. “Don’t stop.”

  Rylan takes me at my word. He pounds into me, each stroke relieving a layer of pressure on the bond. I didn�
�t realize how intensely his absence weighed on me until we’re as close as two people can be, his body invading mine. The relief has me nearly giddy, which only stokes my anger hotter. “Harder.”

  The sharp pain of his claws dig in and then he’s doing just as I command. Fucking me just shy of violently. Taking his frustrations out on my willing body.

  Because I am willing.

  I didn’t choose the bond, but I choose this.

  Pleasure instead of violent pain.

  I look out over the grounds around this house. Trees crowd close to the house, giving the impression of us being cut off from the rest of the world. Overhead, the moon is the only witness for what we do in the dark. Pleasure builds in time with the pounding Rylan’s giving me. It feels so good that I want it to go on forever.

  He has other ideas.

  He loops an arm around my waist and hauls me away from the window. To the bed. I get a glimpse of his bloody claws, and for reasons I’m not inclined to examine, the sight makes me clench around his cock. Rylan growls and then he pulls out of me, flipping me around and shoving me down to the mattress.

  The only other time we had sex, he was distant for the whole experience. He practically orchestrated it, overseeing things to ensure my power awoke and I broke the blood ward. Even when he was fucking my mouth, he was restrained and in control. There’s none of that control now.

  He covers me with his body, wrapping his claws around my wrists. “I can’t stop.”

  “Don’t.” I lift my hips, angling to take his cock again. He shoves into me, and we release twin shaky breaths. This isn’t enough, though. I knew it wouldn’t be upon the first stroke. I tilt my head to the side. “Bite me.”

  “Mina.” Upon his lips, my name sounds like a benediction and a curse, all wrapped up into one. He bites me with the speed of a striking cobra. Too deep. I can tell that from the moment his teeth sink into my skin. They’re larger than normal, sharper. A predator’s teeth meant for ripping and tearing.