Page 102 of Forged in Blood

“Yeah, so much fun.” Xavier laughs darkly

“Is she with all of them? Ugh,” a girl mutters as we pass. A round of giggles follows. My cheeks flush with heat, and I pull on Axl’s and Malachi’s hands, trying to hurry to the back row, but Axl stops in his tracks. He turns to face the two giggling girls and flashes them his biggest panty-melting smile. Despite what they just said about me, they flutter their eyelashes at him.

Squeezing my hand tighter, he lifts it to his lips and presses a possessive kiss on my knuckles. “Yeah, she’s with all of us, and we all know how badly you’d like that for yourselves, ladies.”

Xavier wrinkles his nose. “Yeah. Can smell your pussies dripping at the thought of sucking all our cocks from here.”

They both gasp, their pretty faces turning beet red.Oh dear god! Please don’t make a scene.

Too late. Xavier walks along the row of seats and grabs hold of the girl who made the snarky comment by her jaw. He squeezes so hard that her eyes bug out. “If you ever even look at my girl wrong again, I will peel off your skin and make your friend here wear it as a coat. You catch my drift?”

She nods, all the blood draining out of her face as she blinks up at him.

He gives a satisfied grin and releases her with a push so her head snaps back. People are staring and some are muttering, but nobody dares challenge my boys. Even those who don’t know what or who they’re looking at are all too aware of the power they wield in this school. We make our way to the back row, which is currently occupied by some of the football players and their girlfriends.

“Leave!” Axl snaps his teeth, and they scramble out of the seats and move to another row.

“That was kind of rude,” I whisper. “And there was room for all of us.”

Xavier flashes me a wicked grin. “No, Cupcake. We’re gonna need this row all to ourselves.” The deviant look in his eyes has warmth pooling in my core, but I’m sure they’re not going to try anything here. We’re in class. And this is Professor Drakos’s class!

As though I conjured him by thinking his name, Professor Drakos walks in. “Take your seats,” he orders, before shrugging off his suit jacket and placing it on the chair beside the podium. He stretches his neck and flexes his muscles, and a round of dreamy sighs ripples through the lecture hall. Not that I blame any of them. He is absurdly hot, in a brooding, angry kind of way. If you like that kind of thing… which I definitely do. There’s a reason Heathcliff was my first literary love.

“Sit, baby.” Axl pulls me onto his lap while Xavier and Malachi take the seats on either side of him.

The professor is staring at us—scratch that, he’s glaring, and my already warm cheeks are now on fire. “Can I have my own seat, please?” I ask quietly.

Axl sinks his teeth into my shoulder through my shirt. “No. Now stop wriggling, or I’ll take out my cock and make you ride me.”

I gasp louder than I intended, causing the people in the row in front of us to turn around. “You would not,” I angry whisper.

Axl tucks my hair behind my ear. “Oh, you know that I would, Ophelia.”

“Your attention. Now,” the professor barks, clearly unamused at the distraction we’re causing in his class. The students in front of us spin back around to face him while Axl bands his arms around me and Xavier lets out a quiet chuckle. Malachi offers me a wink before passing me my notebook and pen out of my backpack.

“Thank you,” I murmur.

He rests his hand on my thigh and smirks.

The professor starts class, and I pay close attention to his lecture on Perseus and Medusa. I love history, especially mythology, and there’s something about his passion for the subject that makes his features come alive. And makes heat coil deep in my belly.

I shift on Axl’s lap, and he groans.

Xavier snorts like he’s suppressing his laughter, and suddenly they’re all having a conversation in my head.

Take off her panties, Xavier commands.

Yes,Malachi agrees.

No!I insist, and the professor shoots me a warning glare. I press my hand over my mouth.Did I just say that out loud?

No, baby. But he can hear us communicating with each other, Malachi explains.

Then can you please stop talking to each other about taking my panties off in his class!

Axl shifts me slightly, and I suppress a yelp. Then his hands are beneath my skirt and he’s sliding my panties down my legs with his nimble fingers.

Stop! We can’t do this in front of all these people.

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