Page 44 of Forged in Blood

Oh, hell balls. My brain short-circuits. This can’t be happening right now. They’re playing with me. They have to be. Guys like this aren’t attracted to girls like me, no matter how much they’re looking at me like I might be their next snack.

“In the car. Now!” Axl shouts across the parking lot.

Xavier grins. “I guess we’d better go before he busts a blood vessel.”

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

OPHELIA

For some reason, both Malachi and Xavier climbed into the back seat with me, so the three of us are squashed together in the back of the red Mustang.

I wedge my hands between my thighs to stop myself from fidgeting. I can’t get the image of the mess they left in the parking lot out of my head. What the hell is going to happen when someone finds those bodies?

Xavier lets out a low frustrated growl. I look down at my chunky thighs, and heat flushes over my cheeks. “I’m sorry. Am I taking up too much room? I guess you’re used to smaller girls than me sharing the back seat.”

“Fuck, Cupcake,” Xavier groans, then he yanks me into his lap, making me squeal in surprise. “You have no fucking idea, do you?” He brushes my hair back from my face and rests his free hand on my bare thigh.

“No idea about what?” I whisper.

“How much the three of us want to fuck you.”

Wow! Heat from my cheeks races down my neck and chest.

“I mean, I have no fucking clue how you don’t know. I’m sure you wear these cute little skirts just to fuck with us.” He fingers the hem of my skirt, lifting it enough that Malachi must get a flash of my pink panties.

I yank my skirt back down, trying to push his hand away at the same time, but he simply laughs at my effort. “If that were true, why are you and Axl so mean to me?”

He looks at me like I’m an idiot. “Didn’t the boys who liked you ever pull your hair in grade school?”

I roll my eyes. “No, because that’s bullshit, and besides…” I shake my head, annoyed with myself for buying into whatever cruel game he’s trying to play with me.

He trails his fingertips over my knee and along the inside of my thigh, raising goosebumps over my flesh along the way. “Besides?”

“Boys don’t like me that way. So you can stop whatever game you’re playing because I don’t buy it for a second.”

Xavier scowls. “You don’t buy it, huh?” I shake my head, and he takes my hand and places it over his dick. His incredibly large and very hard dick. “How about now?”

“Stop teasing me, Xavier.”

He grins, revealing the tips of his fangs, and slides his hand farther up my thigh until he reaches the apex. One finger brushes my panties, and he curls a fingertip around the edge of the fabric and tugs it aside before dragging his pointer finger through my sensitive center.

“The teasing hasn’t even started yet, Ophelia.” He presses his lips close to my ear. “But this teasing we do tonight will be the best kind, I promise.”

“Stop,” I whimper, my eyes fluttering closed.

“Why would I stop when we all know how much you want this?” He releases a wicked laugh. “You think we can’t all smell you dripping for us?”

My cheeks burn with shame. “You can’t.”

Xavier growls. “You’re soaked, Cupcake, and I didn’t have to touch you to know that.”

Malachi’s staring between my thighs at Xavier’s hand. He licks his lips and inhales through his nose. “You smell so fucking sweet, Ophelia. I can’t wait to find out how good you’re gonna taste.”

“But you’re forbidden from biting me,” I argue, recalling their earlier conversation.

Xavier runs his nose over my neck. “So naive, Cupcake. He’s talking about eating your pussy. And I’m going to enjoy having these beautiful thighs clamped around my head too.”

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