Page 101 of Forged in Blood

“Nuh-uh. Naughty girls don’t get to go to parties, princess.”

I press my lips against her sweet skin and murmur my agreement. When Axl pulls her panties aside, the scent of her pussy has me growling with need. I watch him sink a finger inside her, stretching her tight wet heat around him.

“Does being a naughty cupcake make our girl wet?” I ask him.

He slides his finger out of her, and it’s thick with her arousal. “What do you think, bro?” I suck his digit into my mouth and groan as her taste floods my senses.

Malachi sucks on one of her stiff nipples, and Ophelia looks down at the three of us, our hands and mouths all over her hot body. When I sink my fangs into the supple skin of her thigh, her eyes roll back in her head.

Axl tears her panties in half and laughs darkly when she whimpers a feeble protest. “Oh, princess, you’re going to be fucked so hard you won’t be capable of walking anywhere for the next week.”

And for the next few blissful hours, we take turns eating and fucking our girl until she’s begging us to let her come. When we finally take pity on her, she comes so hard I swear the earth shakes.

Alexandros staresat me over the rim of his coffee mug while I chug my protein shake. I place the glass on the counter when I’m done and smack my lips together.

A muscle in his jaw tics. “Now that the pledges are turned and under their sire’s protection, what are your plans for the day?”

Not let Ophelia out of my sight. Fuck her as many times as possible. Give her a few more lessons in the art of sucking cock. Not that she’s not already good at it, but practice makes perfect, right? I think those things but don’t dare say them aloud, and fortunately he’s got better things to do with his mind than listen to what’s in mine. Instead, I shrug.

“Maybe you should all start taking classes again,” he suggests.

Was he listening to me after all? I frown. “Classes?”

He nods. “College classes. With Ophelia.”

Nobody on campus asks questions about why the society commanders don’t attend class. It’s kind of an unwritten rule, and I can’t recall the last time I actually went to one. Obviously I am not here for an education. But classes with my girl could be a ton of fun. “I’m down for that, but any particular reason why?”

“What happened at the Hunt was no accident. While Ophelia is curious, she is not inherently stupid. Something or someone compelled her to go there. Although I am confident nobody knows what she is, she is also growing closer to the witches, and that is a concern in and of itself. Her new friend Cadence comes from a powerful family, and now all of the other witches are paying more attention to her, probably picking up on her energy. Not to mention the vampires who will start sniffing around her soon enough.”

I growl at the thought of anyonesniffinganywhere near her. She’s mine.

He places a hand on the back of my neck, and I lean into his touch like a pet desperate to be stroked by his master. “Do you feel her powers growing?”

“Yes.”

He stares into my eyes. “You will need to monitor her more closely. All of you. I fear we can only hide what she is for so long, but the longer we can do that, the safer it will be for all of us.”

Anxiety balls in my throat like a wadded-up tissue. It’s not a feeling I’m overly familiar with, and I don’t fucking like it. “You truly think people would hurt her if they found out what she is?”

“I know that they would, Xavier.”

His words cut through me like a knife. For a moment, his eyes soften and he looks at me the way I’ve wanted him to from the moment he turned me. Like he fucking cares. “I warned you not to bind yourself to her.”

“I know.” I clear my throat. “But I would still do it again a million times over.”

He drops his hand from my neck and shakes his head. “Then you are a fool.”

Chapter

Fifty-Four

OPHELIA

“Come sit up here, Pyro.” Axl grabs my hand and leads me to the back of the lecture hall. I don’t miss the admiring glances he attracts from the students we pass.

I glance at my usual seat near the fire escape. “But I always sit near the front.” Two rows from the front to be exact. Something about not being at the back, front, or in the middle is oddly comforting for me.

Malachi takes my other hand. “It’s way more fun at the back, baby.”

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