Page 103 of Forged in Blood

Xavier snickers, but it’s Axl’s voice in my head.I’m pretty sure we’re behind them. And I only took off your panties, Pyro. Nothing is happening.

Yet,Xavier adds.

Fuck me, you smell so good, baby.Malachi slides his hand up the inside of my thigh. I try to focus on making notes, but his fingers graze my bare pussy. My hand wobbles, making my pen skid across my paper. He leisurely rubs the pad of his thumb over my clit, then moves lower, circling my entrance.

I hiss out a breath.Don’t!

Do, Xavier urges.

You mean don’t do this?Malachi slides his finger inside me, and my back practically bows in half.But you seem to enjoy it so much.

“Stop!” I slap a hand over my mouth, but one of the girls in front of us turns around in her seat.

“Eyes up front, Miss Watson,” the professor snaps.

She narrows her eyes on my face for a moment before turning back to face him. Meanwhile, Malachi starts slowly finger-fucking me. My notepad falls off my lap, and Xavier catches it before it hits the ground and places it on the seat beside him.

I need to take notes.

We’ve taken this class hundreds of times, princess. We have all the notes you need. Or you could always have a one-on-one with Alexandros. I bet he’d say yes if you asked him nicely.

A one-on-one with Professor Drakos sounds all kinds of hot, and I’m not sure if it’s the thought of that or Malachi’s skilled finger inching in and out of me that makes me whimper. But whatever it is, it causes Axl to growl like a dog. He shifts me again, angling my body so that I’m facing forward on his lap. The desk shields me from view as he spreads my legs wider, and I have to bite on my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud. He flicks up my miniskirt, revealing my bare pussy, and strums my clit while Malachi goes on fucking me.

You want a second one in there, baby?Malachi taunts, pulling his finger out.

Xavier answers for me.Yeah she does.His hand joins Malachi’s, and they both slide a thick finger inside me. I drop my head back onto Axl’s shoulder.

Good little Pyro, letting us finger-fuck you in class.

She’s such a naughty little slut for us. Aren’t you, Cupcake?

That feels so incredible, I moan inside my head. My orgasm builds quickly, swirling through my core and snaking up my thighs. But they know my body too well. Just as I’m about to fall over the edge, they switch things up so Malachi is rubbing my clit while Axl and Xavier move their fingers in unison. I try to clamp my thighs together to stop their teasing, but that only makes Axl spread my thighs even wider than before. Both Malachi and Xavier grip my thighs with their free hands and hold me open while Axl keeps one arm banded tightly around my waist.

I swallow a whimper.Please let me come.

But you look so pretty when you’re on the edge, Cupcake. Squeezing my fingers with your tight little cunt.

Oh god!

And who does this tight little pussy belong to, princess?Axl drives in harder.Tell us and we might let you come.

You. All of you!

Xavier groans.You’re squeezing us so tight, Ophelia.

Malachi chuckles.Well, now I just feel left out, boys.

My eyes shutter closed when Malachi’s finger joins the other two. He goes on rubbing at the sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb, that place where it feels like every nerve in my body ends.

I whimper, and Axl clamps a hand over my mouth, his palm flat against my lips. It’s too much. They stretch me wide, and it burns and feels like heaven at the same time. I rock my hips, chasing the high they refuse to deliver. Axl presses his lips against my ear and whispers, “I really wish I could bite you right now, princess. That would tip you over that edge.”

I mumble my agreement against his hand, my tongue darting out to taste his flesh. He growls, and I melt against him, my body no longer my own. I’m about to have the most intense orgasm of my entire life in a room full of people.

Xavier’s animalistic grunts fill my head once more.We’re gonna have to let her come. She’s so fucking wet. Someone’s gonna hear us soon.

Malachi groans.But it’s such a sweet fucking sound.

And now I’m hyperaware of the noise of my wetness slicking their fingers. Shame floods me, battling for dominance against mind-numbing pleasure.

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