Melina was driven into the arms of her vampire and werewolf mates. Her brother arrives one day to drag her back to her coven. While protecting those she loves, one of her mates falls, leaving her heartbroken. With her brother dead, she uses all her power to hide herself and those she loves from the family who banished her. But using her power unleashes the darkness inside of her soul.
For the next two years, she struggles to mend the rift with her mate. In walks Tannin to bring her to the family she has never known. Learning about her past, she discovers that she's more than a witch. Her attraction to Tannin grows while she learns what the darkness truly is in her soul.
Tannin craves her touch. But he doesn't know if he can open his heart after all the loss he's suffered. He must protect Melina at all costs. Taking a chance, he allows himself to give in to the attraction between them. To do that, he also has to accept the other men in her life and be there when she returns to her coven and unleashes the darkness in her soul.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Nick bit into his wrist and offered the wound to me. I wrapped my tongue around the punctures. Once the first taste of the blood hit me, his memories slid through my mind. I pushed them aside and drew upon his blood. The more that I drank the more I sensed a darkness around him. I didn’t know what it was. Before I could explore it, he pulled away. Landon caught my chin and pressed his lips against mine, flicking his tongue across my mouth.
“You shouldn’t have drunk so much.” Nick trailed his fingers over my breast and pinched the nipple.
I broke my kiss with Landon and turned toward Nick. “It’s never hurt me before. And it brings us closer. I can feel you inside of me. I like that feeling. Your hunger and the pulse of your energy fuses us together. I don’t ever want that to go away.”
“I don’t have a pulse. I’m dead.”
“You have a beat of energy because you’re still alive. You’re not dead, just undead. Now don’t worry about it. Something about the three of us filters out the effects of your blood and your bites. I don’t know exactly what it is, but it’s got something to do with me. The three of us are an enigma. Landon’s your deadly enemy, and yet you were drawn together even before you met me.”
“And I was very happy when he brought you home.” Landon drew me into his embrace and nuzzled my neck. I sighed and let the completeness of the moment wash over me. It was wonderful be in his arms.
When Nick first told me he was already mated to another man, I wasn’t sure where I would fit in. But it was easy to see myself with them once I touched Landon. I bonded with him the same way I had connected with the vampire. They were my life. I would do anything for them. Nothing would ever pull me away from them.
“The first time I saw you, I was scared out of my wits. I’d never met a werewolf before.”
“So I was by far the sexiest werewolf you’d ever set your eyes on?” Landon asked.
I punched him in the chest, hitting his hard muscles. He groaned playfully. “Yes, you were the hunkiest werewolf I’d ever met. And by far the most delicious.”
Nick ran his finger along my inner thigh. “And what about me?”
I rolled my eyes. “You were the sexiest vampire I’d ever been with. Still are. I don’t want to think about being with another undead hunk. Are you both happy now?”
“Not at all,” they said in unison.
“So what do I have to do to make you happy?” I asked.
Landon rolled over and plucked one of the dark blue roses from the vase on the table by the bed. They were a specialty I’d been working on in the shop but hadn’t yet set out to market. They were long-stemmed roses with thorns, with beautiful sapphire petals so dark they could have been black, spread out to show the inner workings of the rose. He shook it off, letting the water droplets fall over my stomach. He then trailed the stem along my flesh and over my breasts, circling it around my hardening nipples. I shivered when Nick blew over the water droplets that cooled my skin.
“You promised that we could do whatever we wanted to you,” Nick murmured.
“Yes, you did.” Landon pressed the thorn of the rose into my flesh, but didn’t let it puncture my skin. “You trust us, don’t you?”