Page 113 of Forged in Blood

“You are soaked, little one.”

She takes her bottom lip between her teeth and nods, and it is either an admission or her approval of what I am about to do, but I no longer care. I impale her on the full length of my cock, stretching her tight pussy so wide that she cries out. Her wet heat pulls me deeper, welcoming me as I sink far inside her. Endorphins flood my body, and the euphoria I felt a moment ago from sucking her blood ignites once more, only more dangerous and addictive.

I am going to fucking ruin her, going to take her to the depths of hell. And I cannot bring myself to care.

Her breath catches, and I rub my thumb over the pulse in her throat. Taking me by surprise, she rocks her hips, her tight cunt squeezing around my dick and making fire surge in my veins once more.

Show me!she pleads, her voice in my head stronger than my own thoughts.

I close my eyes and try to block her out, but she is already inside. And that should come as no surprise considering that she has already embedded herself in my heart and soul. Her power is astonishing, and we have barely begun to scratch the surface.

Please. Show me who I am, sir.

My fangs throb to take her once more, and I roll my neck to ease a little of the tension that has turned my muscles to stone. I release her throat and tug her tank top and bra down to expose one of her pebbled nipples. With my tongue, I flick the hard peak and skim it with my fangs, allowing a trickle of blood to coat my tongue. My hands firmly grip her waist, and I rock up into her until her eyes roll back in her head. Then I trail my lips and tongue back up to her throat on the opposite side from where I bit her before, where the wound is already healing. Partly because of my saliva, but mostly because she is channeling some of her own healing energy now too. I feel it flowing through her as though it were my own.

Her scent overwhelms me once more, making my head spin. My own blood pounds a staccato beat in my ears.

“Alexandros,” she moans. I reward her by sinking my teeth into her throat again and showing her the power of who she really is.

Chapter

Fifty-Eight

OPHELIA

“It’s too much,” I whimper. Children scream, torn from their mothers’ arms. Fire and blood. So much blood. Her agony. His despair. A betrayal so deep and unnatural that it alters the fabric of a person’s very being. Pain engulfs me, centuries of agony that he’s kept buried deep in his heart. And I feel it all at once, the soul-eviscerating anguish that he carries with him every single second of every day.

Tears stream down my cheeks. My heart feels like it’s being crushed in a vise. “It’s too much,” I say again.

You wanted to know the truth, Ophelia. This is it.His voice is as clear in my head as my own, and it’s not unnerving at all. Not like when I first heard the boys. It’s as though he belongs there. Like he’s always been there and he always will be.

It hurts.A whimper is ripped from my throat.

I know.

As quickly as he let me in, he shuts me out again. At least he tries to lock down that part of his brain, but I’m already inside. The pain is overpowering. My lifeblood flows to where his mouth is attached to my neck. He pulls me down, sinking his thick length deeper inside me and rolling me over him so my clit rubs against him, creating delicious friction. The perfect harmony of pleasure and pain conducts a symphony of ecstasy within the deepest recesses of my body.

I have no idea what’s happening to me, but my muscles vibrate with electricity, and I feel invincible. While I’m trying to understand the sensations hurtling through me, Alexandros dips his hand between my thighs and presses hard against my swollen clit. My core explodes into a billion fireworks, and I lose all control, all sense of time and space and reason.

I rock into him, chasing more of whatever it is he’s giving me, because I feel like lightning in a bottle. And it’s not only the spectacularly intense orgasm stoking this feeling; it’s the power surging through my veins. Like wildfire laced with morphine. And it’s nothispower that I feel. Not like when the boys share their blood with me. This is like a rebirth.

My head falls back on a strangled cry, and his mouth is ripped from my flesh. Blood gushes from the wound, and he laps it up, coating my skin with his saliva to help it heal, but it’s already closing over, being knitted back together by an ancient power that flows through me.

The room is on fire, agápi mou.His words are so clear in my head, like they’re my own thought but in his voice. So deeply embedded in my consciousness that he’s already become a part of my being. Sure enough, flames burn high and bright, growing closer with each second. But I feel only a gentle warmth from their lethal flame.

You may be immune to the flames, my little one, but I am most assuredly not.He suckles at my neck, much more gently than before.Although I would be willing to burn before I would be willing to move.

Panic grips my chest. The whole building is going to burn down and it will be my fault. Again.How do I stop the fire?!

You know how, Ophelia.

But I don’t. I close my eyes and battle the raging emotions swirling through my body like a tornado. And like a tornado captures everything in its path, so does the tumultuous vortex inside me. Pain. Anger. Euphoria. Sadness. All of it rages within me, and the only thing anchoring me to reality is him. And if he wasn’t inside me, with his arms around my waist, I feel like I might explode into stardust and disappear.

Focus! Find your light and focus.His voice is smooth and steady. Calming.

I have no idea why or how I understand what that means, but I concentrate on my solar plexus. In my mind’s eye, I see a dazzling bright-white orb. The swirling vortex immediately calms, allowing me to isolate each emotion. I focus on the heat prickling at my skin and picture the flames extinguishing around us while imagining all of the oxygen being sucked from the room.

A shiver runs down my spine.

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