Heir: A Bloodline Vampires Novel

by Robert, Katee

  In my chest, the bond hums in a way I can only describe as happily. This feels so fucking right, I can barely stand it.

  Malachi clasps Rylan’s jaw with his other hand. “No biting Mina.”

  “You don’t have to worry. I won’t lose control again.”

  He hesitates. “Not tonight. Not when it’s still so new. Next time.”

  Rylan finally nods, though he’s still watching me as if he wants to consume me in slow, decadent sips.

  Malachi’s thumb traces over Rylan’s bottom lip. “Bite me instead.”

  At that, his eyes go a little wide and a little hungry. “Okay.”

  Now it’s my turn to clear my throat. “Can we, uh, move this to the floor or a couch or something? This chair restricts movement.”

  “That’s the idea, little dhampir.” Malachi runs his hand down Rylan’s chest to wrap his fist around the other vampire’s cock. I bite my bottom lip. Gods, that’s hot.

  It only gets hotter when Malachi drags Rylan’s cock through my folds. Up and down. Up and down. Teasing both of us while he has total control. I try to surge up, but Wolf shifts both my wrists to one hand and coasts his other down my body to press against my stomach. Pinning me further.

  “Please!”

  “Not yet,” Malachi murmurs. “Rylan made us wait for an entire month. A few more minutes won’t kill either of you.”

  “It might.” I whimper as he circles Rylan’s cock over my clit. Every muscle in Rylan’s lean body appears carved from stone. He’s gripping the armrests of the chair like he might rip them off, but he makes no move to stop Malachi’s torment.

  “It won’t.” Wolf pinches my nipple, making me gasp. “You should pierce these. Imagine how much fun we’d have with them. Maybe even get a little chain between the two that I could tug when you’re riding my cock.”

  There isn’t enough air in the room. I squirm, and Malachi responds by tapping Rylan’s cock against my clit. Wolf watches avidly even as he moves to my other breast and works that nipple until it’s a hard peak. “Yeah, I think I’d like that a lot.”

  Body jewelry isn’t something I’ve thought overmuch about, but I like the picture he paints. I like it a lot. I drag in a breath, trying to put my thoughts in order. “Wouldn’t I heal too fast for them?”

  “Pure silver won’t let you heal completely.” He bites his bottom lip, a tiny stream of blood descending from the puncture. “It would always hurt a little, for as long as you have them.”

  “Oh.” The word comes out as a squeak.

  “We’ll talk about it later.” Malachi notches Rylan’s cock at my entrance. “Don’t move.”

  All three of us hold perfectly still as he shifts away and picks up the lube he retrieved earlier. He returns to press against Rylan’s back. “I enter you, you enter her.”

  “Okay.” Rylan’s voice has gone low and gained a rumble. His cock twitches against me, and I can’t be sure, but I could swear it gets even bigger.

  But Malachi doesn’t move yet. He dips down and presses an open-mouth kiss to Rylan’s throat. The arms of the chair creak as Rylan fights to hold still, to submit. His silver eyes are practically creating their own light source now. They only get brighter when Malachi bites him. It’s not a gentle one. With me, he’s usually careful not to tear the skin any more than necessary, to keep the damage to a minimum.

  He’s not being careful with Rylan.

  The wound is ragged and large, and blood spurts onto my mostly naked body for several seconds before Rylan’s healing takes over and the flow slows. Malachi drags his tongue through the blood on Rylan’s neck. “Now.”

  His hands disappear behind Rylan, and I don’t need to see details to know he’s spreading lube over his length and the other vampire’s ass. Rylan moans a little and pushes the head of his cock into me. Knowing that he’s mirroring the advance of Malachi’s cock into his ass…

  “Fuck,” I whisper.

  “That’s the idea, love.”

  Another inch. Another mixed moan from the three of us. For his part, Wolf seems content to draw patterns in the blood spatter on my chest and stomach, but that won’t last. He’s not one to sit idly by when there’s pleasure on the table.

  The sound of wood breaking and then the arms supporting my legs are gone, torn apart by Rylan’s attempt to maintain control. Wolf lets loose his wild laugh. “In that case…” Another splintering sound and suddenly the back of the chair is gone, too. He catches me before I fall, using his body to support me. “Hand me the lube, Malachi.”

  For a moment, I think Malachi might argue, but he hands the bottle over. It takes a little adjustment to get the broken remains of the chair out of the way and move to the spot before the fireplace, but we end up in nearly the same position. Wolf wastes no time working his cock into my ass from below me while Rylan and Malachi kneel between my spread legs. Even though the men like to come in my pussy, Wolf loves to fuck my ass. We’ve done it more than enough times that I’m making impatient sounds as he slides deeper.

  More, more, more. I need more.

  Once he’s seated his full length inside me, he kisses my neck. Malachi guides Rylan’s cock back to my pussy.

  He was big before. Even without his Bloodline power coming into play, Rylan is large. Having Wolf’s cock in my ass as Rylan works into my pussy? He’s almost too big. He has to fight for every inch, and his low moans tell me Malachi is doing the same into his ass. Eventually, a small eternity later, he’s seated fully within me.

  I can’t catch my breath. The first initial push was a pleasant warmth, but now I feel like my skin is going to burn right off my body. The sensation only gets stronger when Malachi starts to move. We’re all sealed so tightly together that, as he braces a hand on Rylan’s shoulder and starts to fuck him in slow deep thrusts, the other three of us rock together with each stroke. I’m pinned between Rylan and Wolf’s bigger bodies, spread wide open by their cocks inside me, and none of us can do anything but take what Malachi gives.

  The bond flares inside me. Except it’s not a flare, not really. What happened that first night together was a flare, overwhelming and near-violent. This feels more like a flower unfurling. “More,” I gasp.

  Malachi gives us more. He plants his fists on either side of our hips and starts fucking Rylan’s ass. Starts fucking all three of us. That’s what it feels like. I can’t quite explain it, and pleasure makes it even harder to process what I’m feeling, but…

  I can feel everything.

  Malachi’s fierce possessiveness, his determination to claim all of us as his in a way that can’t be broken.

  Rylan’s relief, the way this moment feels like all the broken pieces have clicked together in his chest, turning into something whole.

  Wolf’s joy at finding what feels like home, his anticipation over the chaos and bloodshed to come.

  I can feel all of it.

  I cling to Rylan—or maybe it’s Malachi—as I shatter into a million pieces. This isn’t like any orgasm I’ve had before. It goes on and on, pleasure so acute, it’s agony. I can’t stop coming, am barely aware of the men losing control in and around me. Something hot and wet hits my neck. Wolf, biting Rylan. Hot pinpricks sear my hips. Rylan’s claws. A roar fills the room that sounds like the sound a forest fire makes as it rampages. Malachi.

  Higher and higher, more and more. I can do nothing but ride the wave, a piece of flotsam tossed about by a hurricane. There is freedom in submission, and I find it in this moment. My last shred of strength dissipates. I go limp, a marionette with its strings cut.

  Someone curses, and everything goes black.

  Chapter 13

  I wake up in a pile of bodies and covered in blood. For one heart-stopping moment, I think I’ve killed them, but Malachi groans and shifts, and then Wolf makes a sound that might be his mad laugh if every one of his vocal chords had been shredded beyond repair. Rylan’s half on top of me, and I can feel him breathing.

  Alive.

  I exhale slo
wly. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck, and then they backed over me a few times for good measure. Everything hurts. Not just muscles and bone, but down to a cellular level. My throat feels like someone took sandpaper to it while I wasn’t paying attention. It takes me three tries to speak. “What the hell was that?”

  “Fucking seraph bonds,” Rylan murmurs against my throat. I can’t tell if he’s angry or just exhausted. “Apparently there’s more to this bag of tricks than I realized.”

  I blink at the ceiling, waiting for his words to make sense. They don’t. “Please explain,” I manage.

  “Later.”

  As much as I want to argue, he’s right. I don’t have the strength to form more than a few words at a time. They start to shift, and every one of them is moving like they feel as terrible as I do. What was that?

  Rylan rolls off me, and I try to sit up. I get as far as planting my hands on the floor and the sight that greets me has me staring blankly. Surely those aren’t my hands? Except they can’t be Rylan’s because I can see his hands where he lays next to me. “Um.”

  “Um?” This from Wolf. He’s thrown his arm over his eyes as if even the light of the fireplace is too bright for him.

  I flex my hands. They move. Which means they’re mine, after all. I swallow hard. “I have claws.”

  “Cute.”

  I flex them again. Each of my fingers is tipped with a shining silver claw. They’re almost pretty, dainty and deadly with a wicked curve that’s designed for slicing and tearing. “No, I mean I literally have claws. Like Rylan.”

  “Funny story…” Wolf lifts his arm off his eyes and flicks his fingers. Sparks dance in the air above him, morphing into a ribbon of flames. It dissipates almost immediately, but there’s no denying that it was there.

  That puts the strength back into my body. “What the hell is going on?”

  Rylan’s arm shifts to some kind of large cat and then back to human. “I still have my powers.” He frowns. “But I can feel the flames, too. And the blood coursing through all three of your bodies.”

  Now that he mentions it, I can as well. The fire sounds almost like a siren song. It makes me want to reach out and…

  The flames flare up in response.

  I silence the thought and they die back down to normal levels in response. “This is bad.”

  “Is it?” Malachi hefts himself up to lean against the couch. He looks as exhausted as I feel, but there’s a contemplative expression on his face that means he’s thinking six moves ahead. “This will be incredibly useful.”

  “If Cornelius gets ahold of us, it will be useful to him.” Rylan doesn’t sound as icy as normal. He’s too busy toying with the flames of the fireplace, making them surge and flow. “This is fascinating. It feels so different from mine.”

  I start to wrap my arms around myself, but stop when I scratch my skin with my new claws. “How do I put them away?”

  “Concentrate.” Rylan’s still distracted with the flames. “Picture it and they’ll retreat.”

  How am I supposed to concentrate when my world has just been turned upside down again? Having seraph powers is one thing—I still haven’t come to terms with it. Having Bloodline powers? My throat gets tight and panic flutters in my chest. “I don’t know how to control this.”

  “Mina—”

  “I don’t have training. I can’t shield. I have no experience.” My voice is getting higher and higher with each word, but I can’t make myself stop. “This is too much! I’m going to get us killed.”

  “Mina.” Malachi crawls to me and pulls me into his arms. “It will be okay. This is a good thing.”

  “It doesn’t feel like a good thing. It feels like I’m a fucking freak. How am I supposed to deal with this?” I wave my hand, and it’s as if my powers snag on every drop of blood in Wolf’s body. He jerks several inches to the side. “Oh my gods.” I clench my fists and bury my face in Malachi’s chest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

  Wolf laughs, the sound a little hoarse. “Kinky.”

  “It might not be permanent,” Malachi says slowly. “Relax. Let’s get cleaned up and we’ll figure it out like we have everything else up to this point.”

  “By fighting and snarling at each other?”

  His chest moves against my cheek in a soundless laugh. “Together.”

  The chair is ruined and blood has stained the rug. There’s no cleaning this up. I dread what replacing those things will cost, but the men don’t seem overly worried about it. When I ask, Rylan gets a strange smile on his face. “The owner of this place has cleaned up worse messes than this. It will be fine.”

  With that cryptic statement, we all head into the master bedroom and take turns showering off. Under other circumstances, it might have turned into some sexy fun, but I’m barely managing to stay on my feet, and the men don’t seem like they’re doing much better. Malachi orders us into the massive bed before we fall down, and no one argues with his command. That, more than anything, speaks to how fucked up things are right now.

  I end up wrapped in a blanket, cuddled between Wolf and Rylan while Malachi reclines on Rylan’s other side. It’s a strange sort of puppy pile, but it feels effortless. Especially when Rylan idly sifts his hand through my hair.

  As tempting as it is to close my eyes and let them comfort me with their presence, we have to talk about this and we need to do it now. I twist a little to see Rylan’s face, but not enough to dislodge his hand in my hair. “Did you know this might happen?”

  “No.” He closes his eyes, his expression strangely peaceful. “But the seraphim weren’t exactly sharing the inner workings of their powers with everyone else. The bond was common knowledge at the time, and everyone was aware that it could cause compulsive obedience, but beyond that, it wasn’t clear.” He frowns a little. “Though it doesn’t make sense that it would share powers like this. Plenty of vampires who were forcibly bonded would rather die than stay linked like that. I can’t imagine they’d hesitate to use more power against the seraph who held their leash.”

  Kill the seraph likely meant killing every vampire they were bonded to. “Is that possible even with the compulsion?”

  “Yes.”

  He doesn’t need to elaborate. If he says it’s possible, then it is. Sharing power the way we have would make it much easier to kill the seraph involved. “Maybe it happened because we chose this. Tonight, I mean. Maybe the bond responded to that willingness.”

  “That seems likely.” Malachi’s staring at something off in the middle distance. “In the end, it doesn’t change the end goal or the plan. We’ll stay here as long as we can. It will give us time to figure out if this is temporary and teach you what you need to know to control them.”

  That makes me laugh, but not like anything is funny. “It takes Bloodline vampires decades to learn to control their powers.”

  “Who told you that?”

  I start to snap back, but realize that he’s right. My father was my source of all my vampire lore until I met Malachi. It stands to reason that he would keep information close to his chest, even from his children who did inherit his magic. Information is just another kind of power, and my father never parts with power willingly. “Well, shit.”

  “Cornelius really is an asshole.” Wolf chuckles. “A month should be more than enough time. Maybe less since you have all three of us helping. You’ll be fine, love.” He says it with such confidence, I almost believe him.

  On the other hand, when has anything come easily for me?

  “In the meantime, we maintain the course.” Malachi looks down at me. Even as tired as he obviously is, there’s heat in his dark eyes. An answering pulse goes through me. No matter what else is true, I love having sex with these men. Love it.

  I…love them.

  I won’t say it. Not now. Maybe not ever. It’s too new and raw and unknown. No matter what we’ve chosen for the future, the power between us is so precariously balanced. Telling them what I feel is askin
g for trouble.

  Coward.

  I ignore the little voice inside me and close my eyes. “Yes. We’ll maintain the course.”

  I don’t remember going to sleep, but I wake up with Rylan’s mouth on my breasts and Wolf’s tongue in my pussy. It feels like a fever dream to glance down and find Malachi’s mouth wrapped around Rylan’s cock. A fever dream, but so right my heart gives a painful thump in response. This is how it should be. The four of us. Together. This is how it is now.

  Wolf moves back a little and flips me onto my side. Rylan and Malachi move to adjust, Rylan shifting down to tongue my clit and Malachi moving with him. And then Wolf is pressing into me. “Love your ass,” he murmurs against the back of my neck. “Can’t neglect this pretty pussy, though.”

  Rylan chuckles against my clit, and I shiver. “This…”

  “Shh, love.” Wolf clasps my jaw and urges me back so he can claim my mouth even as he thrusts deeper. “Just a dream.”

  I reach down and sift my fingers through Rylan’s short hair. He’s rubbing my clit with his tongue slowly, teasing my pleasure higher. This entire experience feels lazy in the best way. No one is rushing. We’re simply giving and receiving pleasure. Each orgasm they deal me feels like a little death that builds on the last one, a slowly rising tide.

  At least for a little while.

  Nothing good lasts forever. Not even vampire sex.

  Eventually Wolf’s strokes lose their smooth rhythm and he bites my neck as he pumps me full of his come, setting off a chain reaction of another orgasm from me. I cry out, pinned between his cock and Rylan’s mouth. It’s too good. I can’t take any more.

  I don’t have a choice.