Page 68 of Forged in Blood

She bands her arms around my neck. “We’re going to study?”

“Well, I’m taking you to the library, but what we’ll be studying won’t require books, baby.”

Her eyes sparkle. “What are we studying?”

I arch an eyebrow. “Anatomy.”

She shakes her head, trying to wriggle out of my grip, but she has zero chance of doing that. “No. Not in the library. Take me home.”

“That’s gonna take ten minutes, and I can’t go that long without fucking you, Ophelia.”

Her chest heaves as she sucks in a heavy breath. “So do the special run,” she whispers.

I press my lips together to stop myself from laughing. “The special run?”

She rolls her eyes. “The one where you move super fast. Like on the night I first met you.”

I shake my head. “Can’t, baby. Too many people around. Can’t go drawing the attention of the humans.”

“But you can fuck me in the library? You think that’s not going to draw attention?”

I shrug. “Not the kind of attention that will get me in trouble with the professor. Besides, people fuck in the library all the time.”

“They do not!”

I can’t help but smirk at the look of indignation on her face. “So maybe we’ll be the first.”

She glances around and chews on her bottom lip. “People are already staring at us.”

“Because my hands are on your sexy little ass and you’re so fucking hot.”

Sorrow clouds her features now. “Don’t tease me.”

I stifle a growl and place her on her feet. Taking her hand instead, I pull her along with me, making her run to keep up with my long strides. My girl doesn’t think she’s hot? I’ll show her exactly how wrong she is.

As soon as we’re inside the library, I head for the art history section at the back. Nobody who comes to Montridge to study art history actually studies, at least not in the library. When we reach the end of the narrow passageway, I drop her backpack and herd her back against the shelves.

“Malachi,” she whispers, her eyes darting in every direction but the place I want them.

I grab her chin and squeeze, forcing her to look at me. “Eyes right here, sweet girl. Nobody comes back here. Nobody will hear us. Well, so long as you don’t scream too loud.” I wink, but she’s clearly still nervous. I guess I’ll have to do something about that.

I slip my hand beneath her miniskirt and find her panties, tugging them out of my way before she can utter a word of protest. She gasps when I sink a finger into her tight channel.

“Goddamn… Fuck, Ophelia.” I push all the way in. “You’re so snug and wet, baby.”

“M-Malachi,” she whimpers.

I take her hand and place it over my throbbing dick. “You think you’re not hot, sweet girl? You’ve had me hard like this for weeks with just the thought of being inside you.” I tip my head back and groan as her tight pussy squeezes around my finger. “And I’m probably going to nut in my fucking jeans if I bite you right now.”

She pulls down my zipper, slips her delicate hand inside my boxers, and wraps her fingers around my shaft, and I bite on my lip with the effort of not roaring her name.

“Take out my cock, baby. I’m going to fuck you.”

“Right here?” she pants, her breath hot against my neck.

“Right here. Right now. So take out my cock.” I slip another finger inside her tight pussy, and her back bows as a keening moan rolls out of her lips. I press my lips to her neck. “Do it, Ophelia.”

My submissive little powerhouse does as she’s told, and as soon as my aching cock is free, I slip my fingers out of her and wrap her legs around my waist once more, pressing her back against the bookshelves.

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