Page 50 of Forged in Blood

“So…” She wrings her hands.

“So what, Cupcake? We had our fun, and now it’s time for you to go back to your sad, lonely life.”

She blinks. “W-what?”

“You heard me. It’s over. We wanted to fuck you, and well…” I shrug. “Virgins are too much bother for us. Too messy.”

She looks to Malachi, but he continues to avoid her gaze. “Malachi?” she asks, her voice shaking.

He finally looks up at her, his eyes empty like he’s completely shut down. “Like he said. Too messy.”

That’s my boy, I tell him.

His heart breaks. He’s such a fucking sap.

Tears fill her eyes. “But I thought…”

“You thought what, Cupcake? That the three of us could be interested in a nobody like you? Come on.” I toss my head back and laugh, but Malachi’s anguish is making me feel guilty. Or perhaps this isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. Because I want to taste her again. I want her to ask me a thousand ridiculous questions just so I can roll my eyes at her.

Her lip wobbles, and I hear Alexandros’s voice ringing in my head.Eviscerate her and get back here.

“It was all just a joke, Ophelia. We were fucking with you.”

Tears run freely down her cheeks, and it starts to rain. She scrubs at her face. “You’re a pair of assholes anyway.”

After she runs into the building, Malachi doubles over, hands resting on his knees as he blows out a breath. “That was fucking brutal,” he rasps. Standing, he looks at me with tears in his eyes.

I wrap an arm around his neck. “It had to be done, little brother.”

He swallows. “I know, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. Why do you think he’s so against us tasting her blood?”

“Did you feel what it did to Axl? That was some heavy shit. And he had what, a few drops?”

Malachi glances back at her building. “There’s something really fucking different about her, isn’t there? Like special different?”

I can’t disagree. As much as I’d like it to not be true, I know better. Ophelia Hart is fucking special.

Chapter

Thirty

MALACHI

Ifall onto my bed and bury my head in my pillow. Recalling the look on Ophelia’s face hurts so much. I try to block it out because even thinking about it makes nausea roll in the pit of my stomach.

Footsteps pad into the room, and I groan. “Go away!”

Ignoring me, he sits on the bed. A rough hand skates over my back and palms the nape of my neck. “I said go away, Xavier.”

He lies on top of me, running his tongue along the side of my throat. “But I don’t wanna.”

I want to wallow in my own misery, but my body betrays me. I push my ass into him and grind against his hard length.

He works his hands under the band of my sweatpants. “Oh, my little pup wants to be fucked?”

“I want to forget what we just did, numbnuts.”

He makes a tutting sound and sinks his fangs into my neck. The sharp pain that lances through my body makes me groan. He always knows what I need, and this is what I deserve after hurting Ophelia the way we did. Not that I’m usually concerned about the fickle emotions of humans. Despite what Axl and Xavier say about my soft nature, I’m perfectly capable of cruelty. Sometimes I even revel in it. But compared to those vicious fucks, I guess I do come across as the sensitive one.

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