“Nuh-uh,” Lincoln mumbles, but then releases me to say quickly, “She likes me biting her,” before he goes back to doing it.
Cole gives me a knowing look. He thinks it’s because I am trying to recreate Vamp sex with my Wolf lover. Maybe he’s right. Who cares? Lincoln’s bite is sharp, and it hurts because he isn’t a Vampire. He doesn’t have the ability to make me feel pleasure from his bite because Wolves don’t need to bite to survive. But it is the right kind of pain. I revel in it as he chomps down harder. They both let go of me, shortly thereafter and I take full advantage. I turn around so that Cole can fuck me from behind as I take Lincoln in my mouth.
We all come at the same time, enjoying the intimacy of the moment, that is over all too soon.
I turn to Cole and drop my fangs. He drags me onto his lap, and I bite down hard. He doesn’t have the will power to resist me and I once again find myself skewered onto his cock as I ride him into oblivion.
Lincoln is watching us with narrowed eyes, enjoying seeing my pleasure.
As Cole and I come together, I pull back from my bite and collapse next to Lincoln, taking his hand as Cole flops down on my other side.
“I love you,” I say to Cole.
He kisses me and says it back.
Then I am out for the count.
Chapter 13
I awake a bit disorientated. I am in Cole’s arms, but my hand is still entwined with Lincoln’s, who has turned over to face me. This is so strange. I quietly untangle myself and, thirsty beyond belief, creep out of the bedroom, closing the door quietly. I go to the bar and jump a mile when Sebastian steps out of the shadows. “About time,” he says. “I’ve been here for ages.”
“What?” I say to him.
“Waiting for you to wake.”
“How did you know I would?” I ask, confused.
“I willed it,” he says, standing on the other side of the bar, clearly waiting for me to also make him a drink.
“You willed it?” I ask, my voice going a bit higher.
He nods and takes the drink I hand him and sniffs it. “Really?” he says, “A bloody Bloody Mary?”
“What? It tastes delicious.”
He shrugs and takes a sip.
“So, what other Fae powers are you hiding?” I ask him casually, going to sit on the sofa, really not caring that I am naked. Although I should be as his eyes fire up, raking over me in a heated gaze that makes me tingle all over.
“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know,” he says.
“Yes, that’s why I am asking,” I say, exasperated.
He chuckles at me. “Need to know. You don’t need to know.”
“You are a very frustrating Fae-pire,” I say to him and he salutes me with his beverage.
“So are you, little one. Interesting set-up.” He points to the bedroom.
“It’s a one-time thing, I think,” I say with a frown. “And nothing to do with you.”
“I am starting to think that everything to do with you is to do with me,” he states with his own frown.
“So, you think that we are then? Fated?”
“Maybe. It’s hard to tell. I guess the only real way, apart from Drake showing up, is if you go back to the future and see.”
“I can’t do that; Tiamat was very specific.” I lower my voice to an almost whisper.