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Every time she made herself come in her bathtub upstairs, I wanted my name on her lips. Brock’s or Malik’s name would be acceptable, but I still preferred it to be mine. Better yet, whenever she felt the slightest desire, I wanted to come to us. One of us, all of us. I didn’t care.

She deserved to be worshiped like a queen, and that was what I would do.

Malik came next, swearing as she sucked him dry, and Brock whispered how amazing she was over and over.

“Cal,” he called, “Fuck, she’s so tight, I’m going to… I need you to… fuck—”

Brock was panting, and I knew exactly what he needed me to do. I kept my lips pulling at her perfect breasts while my hand slipped in between our bodies. I slid two fingers inside her along with Brock’s cock, making both of them swear, and I held down her g-spot while pressing my palm into her clit, giving her the friction and pressure I knew she craved.

“Fuck, I’m almost there,” she panted. “Cal, I need. I need.”

Before she could finish her sentence, I sunk my fangs into her breast and fed. She screamed as her hips bucked, and Brock’s hips stuttered as they both came. And I tasted the most amazing magic in her blood. And I knew two things for certain then.

Liz was mine. My mate.

And Liz wasn’t human.

She lay between Malik and me, her head on his shoulder and one of her legs tangled with mine. Brock laid his head on her stomach and her fingers were running through his hair. There was a sense of serenity blanketing over all of us, and I refused to break it by asking her what she was.

There was also a distinct possibility she didn’t know. Her great-great-great-grandparent might have been some kind of halfling; hell, there could have been several halflings she didn’t know about in her ancestry. Maybe that was why her magic tasted different. It tasted ancient, earthy, almost wild. Not as wild as shifters or as strong as a Fae’s. I had no idea what she was, but I had to find out.

Later. Right now, I wanted to enjoy the peace and glow of the strongest orgasm I had ever had, with my mate pressed against my body and the other men who could help me keep her safe surrounding her.

With a deep breath, I tried to remember the last time I felt this good, this complete. I’d been wandering around the last few years, feeling like I was missing something. Most people thought I was just bored, but I felt empty. Now, that feeling was gone, and I had no idea why. How could one little girl of unknown origin make me feel so good? Okay, the mouthy water siren on her stomach helped, but I still gave Liz all the credit.

She wouldn’t hold it over my head the way Brock would have. Then there was Malik. How did I explain the dragon?

Liz was my mate. There was no other explanation for how she made me feel and how I was pulled to her the moment I met her.

Now that I’d let my guard down—and could admit to myself I was attracted to men too, or at least one man—I knew that same pull wanted Brock.

I wouldn’t be the first vampire mated to two people, but where did the dragon fit in?

If anyone else had touched my mates, I would have wanted them dead, but I liked Malik touching Liz. I liked that he made her feel good, and I had no interest in keeping him from her. She wanted him, and I wanted her to have him. That didn’t mean I wanted him, not the way I wanted Brock.

I had to do some research to see if there was anything like this before, something that could explain this weird dynamic.

Later, I was going to stay in bed, holding my woman. I wanted to cuddle, another new feeling for me. When she was ready to move, and only then would I get up and wash the smell of the dragon off of my sheets and start my research.

My eyelids were heavy, and I gave into the pull of sleep.

The smell woke me before the sound. Blood, and lots of it. Somewhere outside but moving closer, and fast.

The loud thud of something hitting the front door made all of us jump.

“What was that?” Liz asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Stay here,” I said, untangling my limbs from the group and sliding on pants. “I’ll go check.”

“I smell it too,” Malik said. He kissed Liz on the forehead, then told Brock to stay with her.

Malik and I headed up the stairs.

“I’ll go around back. You want to take the front?” he asked. I nodded, my senses on full alert. I used my gift to turn myself invisible, one of the perks of being a master vamp. It was impossible to hold it for over five minutes, but it was better than going out the front door into an ambush as a large half-naked, fanged target.

Malik swore under his breath then shifted to his dragon form. He was about the size of a very large dog, and I watched in amazement as he shrank to the size of a cat, hiding in the shadows as he made his way out the kitchen window.

I guessed I wasn’t the only one who could be sneaky. Quickly and quietly, I moved to the front door, crouching low as I opened it. Just because they couldn’t see me didn’t mean they couldn’t hit me.

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