Page 104 of Forged in Blood

Axl’s lips are still at my ear. “It’s okay. We’ll bite them all and make them forget if we have to.”

“Hmmf!” I moan into his hand.

But we’re gonna let you come now anyway, princess. You’ve been such a good girl for us. But I hope you know this is gonna keep happening if you insist on wearing these tiny little skirts to walk around campus in. Okay?

I nod, drawing in deep breaths through my nose. My body feels like it’s about to burst into flames, and I can do nothing to stop it. Something unidentifiable lights up my veins. It’s more than euphoria. I feel more alive than ever before.

Axl presses a tender kiss beneath my ear, and the three of them work in unison to drag out the longest and most explosive orgasm of my life. It feels like the very walls shake around us, but I hold it all in, swallowing down the guttural cries that try to tear themselves from my throat, letting them implode inside me instead.

My entire being shakes. I can barely see with my head spinning so fast. The only sound I hear is the blood rushing in my ears. I’m vaguely aware of their hands soothing me, rubbing out every last drop and allowing my climax to roll on in unending waves of pure bliss.

I bask in their tenderness and our deep connection that gives me a sense of belonging unlike anything I’ve experienced. Has anyone in the history of the world been this absurdly happy? I feel safe and protected in their arms, like nothing and nobody can get to me as long as I have them.

But then I open my eyes, and the first thing I see are the professor’s eyes burning into mine with the heat of a thousand suns.

He knows what we just did, and he is pissed.

How does he know?I whisper, despite only talking in my head.Is it because he can read your thoughts?

Xavier snickers while Axl closes my thighs and wraps his both arms around me.It seems like he can hear you in our heads now too, princess.

Oh. My. God. The professor just heard me come?

He’s talking to the class, explaining what to read for our next lesson, but his eyes remain locked on mine, his brow furrowed in a deep scowl. In my peripheral vision, I see his retractable pointing stick lying in two pieces on the ground.

Why is the pointy stick broken?

It snapped in half in his hand the moment you came, baby,Malachi tells me.

So he did hear me? He heard everything?

Axl sighs, his breath ruffling my hair and making me shiver. “He said to tell you yes.”

Embarrassment curdles in my stomach. Malachi gives my hand a comforting squeeze, but I can’t tear my eyes away from the murderous expression on Professor Drakos’s face.

Chapter

Fifty-Five

ALEXANDROS

She keeps her head bent low as she walks down the steps, her skin flushed pinker than her hair. Axl, Xavier, and Malachi walk behind her, protective and possessive. Her moans still ring in my ears, and I am this close to throwing her onto the floor and fucking her so hard that she screams my name all over this damn campus. My knuckles turn white with the strength of my grip on the podium. I could have easily chosen to block them all from my mind, but once I heard her soft moans, I was powerless to cut the connection.

I snarl. “What the hell do you three think you were doing up there?”

“I-I’m sorry, Professor,” she says, obviously missing the fact that I place the blame squarely on the shoulders of my delinquent spawn.

I look past her at the grinning faces of Axl and Xavier. At least Malachi has the sense to appear contrite. “Do you think I enjoy teaching a class with a painful erection?”

Ophelia gasps, her pretty pink lips parted in a perfect O.

I clear my throat, aware that I have revealed far too much. “Listening to you coming for twenty solid minutes would be enough to make a eunuch hard, Ophelia.”

She presses her lips together, and her shoulders bounce like she is stifling a laugh.

“We couldn’t help it.” Xavier shrugs. “It’s the tiny skirt.”

She is wearing her usual uniform—miniskirt and black lace-up biker boots—only today she has a white button-up shirt over her tank top. It is tied in a knot above her navel, the buttons straining against the weight of her perky breasts. She is way too distracting, and while I cannot blame them for being unable to keep their hands off her, it does not change the fact that their behavior was reckless. “Did you not feel the goddamn walls shake?”

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