Page 45 of Forged in Blood

I close my eyes, willing this all to be a dream. At least then it won’t hurt when the inevitable happens and they reveal this has all been some kind of sick joke.

“Your heart is beating faster than a racehorse,” Xavier goes on. “And when I do this…” He skates a fingertip over my clit, and my stomach contracts with pulsing need. Xavier chuckles.

“Yeah, she likes that,” Malachi says with a groan. The fact that they’re so easily able to tell what’s going on in my body makes me feel way too vulnerable.

I steal a look at Axl. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched tight. “Oh, he wants you too,” Xavier taunts me. “All three of us are going to take you.”

His words pull me from whatever stupor his teasing fingers put me in. “What? Three of you?”

“You have three holes, Cupcake. And we’ll use all of them.”

I swallow, not wanting to admit that I’ve never done this before. Never had sex. Never even used any kind of toy, although I’ve thought about it often. But before I can offer any protest at all, Xavier applies a little more pressure to my clit, and my back arches, a keening moan pouring out of my throat. Why does that feel so good? So good that I’m willing to forget that this must be a cruel prank. I rock against his fingers, seeking relief for the throbbing ache in my core.

I fist my hands in his T-shirt, unable to stop the soft whimpers coming from my mouth. I glance down at his thick-veined forearm, his muscles flexing as he works his fingers over my sensitive bundle of nerves.

Malachi pushes himself up to his knees, and my eyes are drawn to him, notably the outline of his thick cock straining against the zipper of his jeans.

Maybe they do want me.He unfurls my fingers from Xavier’s T-shirt and places my hand over his dick. I squeeze gently, and the deep growl it elicits from him makes me bolder. I rock my hips against Xavier’s skilled fingers, chasing more friction, but he refuses to give it to me, continuing to gently tease me while he licks a path along my throat.

“Please?” I beg, against all my better judgment.

Xavier groans. “Begging will only get you fucked harder, Ophelia.” He tips his head back and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “Get us the hell home, Axl, or I’m gonna fuck her right here in the car.”

Axl grunts. “We’ll be there in five minutes.”

A violent wave of euphoria has wetness slicking my inner thighs. Malachi leans forward, one hand still holding mine against his hard length, and licks the bow of my lips. I part them on a gasp, allowing him to slide his tongue inside my mouth and take me in a bruising kiss. With Xavier’s lips on my neck, his fingers toying with me, and Malachi’s heady kiss stealing the breath from my lungs, I feel a familiar stirring in my abdomen. Except it feels so much more intense than anything I’ve experienced alone. I’m going to scream. Shatter into a thousand pieces. And in front of these men, two of whom—at best—have bullied me for the past month and a half for their own sick amusement. At worst, they actually hate me and are only doing this to torture me further.

I want to stop it. I want to not be so vulnerable and exposed, not in front of them, but I’m powerless. My back bows in half and my fingers claw at Xavier as my body ignites like it’s been struck by lightning. Pleasure snakes through my limbs before exploding in my core. My head spins. My heart races. I pant for breath.

The car skids abruptly, tires screeching on the asphalt.

“Shit! You feel that?” Axl asks.

I blink. Feel what? Did they feel my orgasm like they can hear my heartbeat?

“Just an earthquake,” Malachi says to Axl, although he keeps his eyes fixed on me. “Not even a big one.”

Xavier slides his hand from beneath my skirt. “All I felt was Ophelia coming hard for me.” He places his fingers in his mouth and sucks. His eyes roll back in his head, and I can’t help but smirk at his unguarded reaction. “I was wrong about you. You don’t taste like cupcakes at all.” He licks his lips and flashes me a wink. “You taste way better.”

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

AXL

Listening to her soft moans when Xavier made her come in the back seat of my car was exquisite torture. The scent of her arousal flooding the air around us had my cock aching like never before. As soon as we pulled to a stop outside the house, I dragged her off his lap and carried her inside, then threw her onto my bed.

She pants for breath, her pert tits rising and falling, the shape of them clear even in the loose hoodie she’s wearing. Her plaid skirt is bunched up, offering me a view of her panties and the unmistakable wet patch. I growl, desperate to taste her.

Xavier flops down on the bed beside her, hands behind his head as he waits for Malachi and me to take our turn. We’ve shared plenty of women before, but none that we were forbidden from biting, and none nearly as irresistible as this one.

Malachi crawls onto the bed on the other side of her and runs a hand over her stomach, pulling up her sweater and her tank top and revealing an expanse of creamy white skin. She tries to push her clothes back down, but that only makes him yank them higher.

“Don’t ever stop me, sweet girl,” he warns with a growl. “You’re fucking beautiful, and we all want to see you.”

She presses her lips together, like she’s desperate to disagree but won’t disobey him, and fuck me, but I love that this feisty, fearless little pyromaniac is unexpectedly submissive with her body.

I peel her pink panties down her legs and toss them onto the floor, then run my hands up the inside of her calves to her thighs. I follow their path with my mouth, inhaling her intoxicating scent. She’s always smelled so tantalizingly delicious to me, but now, with her arousal thick in the air around us, I’m crazed with the desire to taste her. I want to bite her, to suck her blood and let that rich coppery goodness overwhelm me, but my oath to Alexandros prevents me from acting on that particular impulse. So instead, I focus my attention on her wet pussy.

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