Page 5 of Malice: The Mate Games (Apocalypse #3)

Chapter

Three

SIN

M erri hadn’t said a word. In fact, she hadn’t moved from the bed where she straddled Mal. So the phantom sensation of her hot little hand wrapped around my wrist and luring me closer was quite the surprise. I didn’t hate it. If she wanted me, she was going to get me.

I reached behind my head and began tugging off my shirt.

“What the hell are you doing?” Malice asked, his hands tightening on Merri’s hips in a rare show of possession.

“Tapping in, duh.”

“I’m more than capable of doing this myself.”

There was another, more insistent tug on my arm.

“That’s not what Merri thinks.”

Malice’s violet gaze drifted between her and me, his brows furrowing. “What do you mean?”

Glancing to my left at Chaos and then to Grim, who stood off to the right, I asked, “You guys feel that?”

Grim frowned, as usual. “Feel what?”

Chaos took a ragged breath before shifting from foot to foot, clearly uncomfortable. “The lust?”

“No, the way she’s pulling us in.”

“I don’t feel a pull,” Grim admitted. “Beside the usual kind.”

I flicked my gaze back to Chaos with a question in my expression. “Me either.”

“She hasn’t moved,” Mal pointed out. “And she’s still clenched around my cock, so I’m pretty sure I’d have noticed.”

I quirked a brow at Merri, a smirk playing on my mouth. “Is it just me you want then, kitten? I’m honored.”

Merri licked her lips, her body shifting like she was preparing to crawl off Malice and straight toward me.

“You were saying?” I taunted, hand dropping to my fly and making quick work of my jeans. Without ceremony, I took the denim and tossed it in Chaos’s general direction. “Hold these for me, will ya?”

His annoyed grunt told me he’d caught them. But I was more interested in the way Merri’s obsidian gaze seemed to trace over each newly revealed part of my body.

I’d never admit it out loud, but I felt Malice’s tortured groan as Merri slid off his dick as though he’d reached over and grasped mine.

Jesus, the sexual energy pumping through this room was so potent I’m pretty sure I was high.

In fact, we probably all were. We were trapped in our very own sexy little hot box of Merri’s lust.

Goddamn, she was pretty as a picture. A slightly terrifying one, but still.

Her skin was glowing from exertion, cheeks still flushed, lips swollen, nipples hard.

I was always ready to let her have her way with me, but I couldn’t deny there was a sense of danger coming from her right now, and that thrilled me.

She took her lower lip between her teeth, and a soft whine escaped her as she rocked those shapely hips back and forth. Merri was ravenous for me. My dick gave a twitch, the persistent throb impossible to ignore. I needed inside her just as much as she needed me. Maybe more.

Usually this was the part where I’d ask how she wanted me, but she was practically nonverbal at the moment, so I guess that meant it was dealer’s choice.

Malice currently possessed the majority of the real estate on the bed, and the last thing I wanted to do was waste energy fighting to get him to move.

All I could focus on was sliding my cock deep inside her as soon as possible.

You know what they say, “The quickest way from point A to point B is a straight line.” I closed the distance between us in three long strides and scooped her into my arms.

Merri must have been on the same page as me because she slid down on me in one smooth glide. Then she locked her ankles around my back to keep me there. As if I had any intention of ever leaving. I’d fucking move in permanently if that was an option.

“Fuuuck me,” I hissed as her slick walls clenched around me.

Whatever half-formed plan I had in mind went straight out the window. This was happening right here, right now.

I staggered a step or two until Merri’s back was pressed firmly against the closest pillar of her bed.

Thank fuck for this ostentatious four-poster frame, because whatever magic Merri was throwing at me had my incubus powers rendered obsolete.

My knees were weak from the pleasure of being joined with her alone.

“She needs you to fuck her, not stand there,” Grim chastised. “Don’t tell me you don’t know what to do with her.”

“Listen, Granddad, you can chime in when you’re able to participate. Until then, zip it. You have no idea how hard it is not to blow my load right now. This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.”

“Glad it wasn’t just me,” Malice muttered.

Fire raced across my back in the form of deep scratches made by Merri’s nails. It was all I could do not to cry out as the burning pain pulled my focus from the conversation to the woman in my arms. I returned my gaze to her and whispered, “Hold on tight, kitten.”

Her eyes were locked on mine as I slowly pulled out and then drove back inside her. She made a soft mewling sound, which I took as approval, so I did it again. Her eyes closed as pleasure flitted across her features.

“Fuck yes, you take me so well.” My voice was a harsh rasp as I continued pounding deep into her, loving the way I could feel myself nudging her cervix with every thrust.

The tips of her nails pricked my back as she tilted her head and inhaled deeply.

I could always tell when she fed on me, but this was so much more intense than usual.

As if she’d been drowning and finally got her first full breath.

My reaction was no less intense. Merri had reached inside and found some inner dial, then turned it all the way up.

I could hardly bear it, so powerful was her hold on me.

She took, and I gave. Willingly. Desperately.

Because right now, if she asked it of me, I’d let her suck every ounce of my essence from my cells into her.

As it stood, I wasn’t fully convinced that the fate of my existence wasn’t in her greedy little hands.

She just might kill me, and I think I would thank her for the experience.

It was a good thing I couldn’t actually be killed. But this might be the closest I’d ever come to testing the theory.

The bed creaked and shook as I pounded into her, and Malice let out a harsh bark of laughter. “Who knew you could get seasick in a bed?”

“You could always get off,” I gritted out, my eyes fleetingly finding him lying on his back, hand furiously shuttling over his length.

His answering smirk was as cocksure as my own. “Oh, I intend to.”

I grunted as Merri’s teeth sank into the meat of my shoulder, and although I’d never been one to enjoy receiving love bites, something about my girl leaving marks on my skin sent pride rushing through me.

God, it felt like she was claiming me. Like she’d wound our souls together or something. But how could that even happen? Horsemen didn’t have souls, right? Not in the traditional sense, anyway.

Her nails scored up my back again, ensuring once more my focus was solely on her as she removed her teeth from my flesh and growled, “Mine.”

The orgasm I’d barely held at bay roared forward, and I came with a startled shout of her name. I’d swear on my life that she’d just single-handedly triggered my climax. No one had ever had such control over me. I was completely and utterly under her spell.

I had to reach out and brace one hand on the post behind Merri to keep myself from falling and taking her with me as I pulsed inside her until I had nothing left to give.

As I came back to myself, breaths heaving, limbs shaking, I found her gaze on me. It wasn’t the pools of blue I’d grown to crave, but the demonic black. I knew what she was going to say before she opened her mouth.

“More.”