Bookish Mumma

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Chapter 8

Between one blink and the next, Malachi is out of the chair and pulls me into his arms. “Mina.”
“Get off me.” I mean it to come out like a command, but it’s a whispered plea. I can’t stop shaking. What the fuck just happened? I don’t understand what’s going on, don’t understand the players, don’t even understand the game.
Instead of obeying, he scoops me into his arms and sits on the couch, tucking me into his lap. “I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not. Stop saying that when you don’t mean it.”
She has a point. Sorrys mean nothing if they’re not backed by action. At that point they’re just empty platitudes

His eyes are edging toward black and I know enough now to recognize the flames they contain aren’t the same ones reflected by the fire. It doesn’t matter that I’m technically on top. I have no more control in the position than if he had me pinned down onto the couch the way Wolf did earlier.
What is he, a ViewMaster toy? *Click* he has blue eyes now! *Click* oh, they’re brown!

“A week,” he grinds out through clenched teeth. “Seven fucking days. You spent your entire life under the thumb of Cornelius and then he shipped you off here where you’re just as trapped. Forgive the fuck out of me if I wanted you to choose me instead of just going along with it because you had no other option.”
Seven days isn’t even long enough for me to choose a takeaway order and you expect her to be able to choose you in that time? She’s also in a constant state of survival, she’s going to choose the option that is most likely to keep her alive the longest, that’s the best you’re going to get in a week, buddy, survival.

“Are you a god instead of a vampire?”
Egotistically, yes

I shake my head. “We’re both trapped here. You should have told me the circumstances of your side of it.”
He starts to speak and shakes his head. “You’re right.”
I blink. I didn’t expect him to actually agree with me. “What?”
“You’re right. I’ve played this all wrong.” His grip softens on my hips and he nudges me closer to him, pressing us more firmly together. Impossible to ignore that his cock is rock hard. Apparently the regular feedings mean he doesn’t have to bite me to get it up. I shiver.
And there goes a serious conversation interrupted by a penis.

I don’t know why I’m so determined to push him, to shove my way through his carefully cool exterior, but I can’t seem to stop. I lean into his grip on my chin. “And what happens if Wolf knocks me up, Malachi? If her gets there first because you’re too busy being noble to take what you want?”
Well that brings a whole new meaning to ‘baby race’

Chapter 9

What if I simply… said yes? Took what Malachi is offering? Took my chances with this small slice of pleasure?
I lift my head and sigh. I’m looking for an excuse to fuck him. Maybe I just need to stop trying to reason my way through it and simply do it.
Get it, girl!

I should leave. Should walk away. Should do anything but stand here and watch like the worst kind of voyeur.
I wait for hurt or betrayal to rise, but there’s nothing. He told me, after all. He and Wolf are friends who are sometimes more. No matter what Malachi wants from me, he obviously wants Wolf too. I don’t understand their history, don’t really get how they can be so antagonistic and still seem to care about each other.
I love how unapologetic this is for Malachi and Wolf. Malachi was open, honest and clear and we love that in a man. I also love how she’s not feeling negative about it at all

“I like the way you say my name, love.” He doesn’t move back, but he also doesn’t close that miniscule distance between us to draw blood. “Makes me think I’ll like it even more if you say it while I’m inside you.”
I shiver. “You seemed busy.”
“I am. Malachi and I just hit pause for a brief moment.” He gentles his grip on my upper arm and then his thumbs brush the sides of my breasts. “It’d be a shame if you got the wrong idea. That look back there was an invitation.” He eases me back more firmly against his chest. His cock presses against my ass, which is right around the moment when I realise he’s naked. “Join us.”
Again, I love how unapologetic this is. It’s clearly confronting to her and she doesn’t know what to think about it, but Wolf is clear, direct and open. I think I like Wolf more than I like Malachi or Mina at this point!

“Ah well, consider this an invitation to watch, then. I promise to be on my best behaviour.”
“Do you have a best behaviour?”
“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.
Clear, open, honest AND cheeky. Mina can keep Malachi, Wolf is mine now.

Chapter 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 into it.
Gotta love a good cuck chair!

[7 pages of smut]

Chapter 11

I pull on his hair, frustration getting the better of me. “I’ve never had a choice, Malachi. Not once in my fucking life. I’m saying yes, choosing this. Stop questioning it and fuck me.”
Ahh yes, horny clarity! Also, this is about as direct and as enthusiastically consenting as it can get

It’s like lighting a match in a room full of gunpowder. He crushes me to him and then he’s diving into me just shy of brutally, rumbling my name as he comes.
No notes, this was brilliant imagery of passionate

I let Malachi tow me beneath the spray, but then I try to pull my hand from his. “I can wash myself.”
“Hush”
I blink. “You did not just hush me.”
I can’t remember why I highlighted this, but I’m sure I had a witty remark

It feels… good. For once, it’s not sexual, but the sensation of skin against skin is almost too much for me.
Honestly, I love nothing more than having a shower with my partner. It’s not sexual, but it’s intimate as hell and nothing matches it

Conslusion

I thought for a minute there that there was going to be a light sprinkling of plot. I was wrong. I loved it.