Page 7 of Forged in Blood

“No.” She shakes her head. Still so fucking feisty.

I sigh and nod to Malachi. He nudges the backs of her knees, and she drops to the floor with a thud and a cry of pain.

“He was a lot gentler than I would have been.” I stand in front of her, her lips almost level with my aching cock. “He’s always been that way though. Ever since he was turned.” I run the backs of my knuckles over Malachi’s cheek, and he bites down on his lip. “Such a sensitive soul, aren’t you, pup?”

“You’re an asshole.” Malachi barks out a laugh, and I return my attention to the girl on the floor. I caress her cheek and trail my fingertips along her jawline. She snaps at them, and dammit, it makes me even more feral for her.

Hurry the fuck up, Axl, or there will be nothing left for you.

Don’t you fucking dare get started without me,comes his angry reply.I’m on my way.

“What’s your real name, Cupcake?” I ask.

Her glare is fierce. “Why?”

I shrug. “I like to know who I’m eating.”

Her lower lip quivers, and I ball my hands into fists so I don’t grab her jaw and sink my teeth into it. I know that once I taste her, I won’t stop. “Ophelia,” she says, chin tipped up in defiance.

“Pretty name,” Malachi says.

Her dark eyelashes flutter over her pale-pink cheeks.

“Let’s get this party started.” Axl’s deep voice fills the room and steals her attention, making me irrationally pissed.

I grab her jaw and turn her face back to me. “Don’t look at him. It’s me who’s about to bite you, Cupcake.”

She tries to shake her head out of my grip, but I don’t let go. “Is that girl okay?”

Axl steps closer. “Shouldn’t you be worried about your own welfare right now?”

I snort a laugh. “That’s exactly what I said.”

“Are you vampires?” Her bottom lip is full on trembling now as a sliver of fear finally cracks through her armor of pink hair and sass. The scent of it thickens the air around us.

I flick my tongue over the end of one of my fangs. “What do you think, Cupcake?”

Her blue eyes narrow, and she shakes her head. “But vampires don’t exist.”

Malachi huffs another laugh while Axl spreads his arms wide. “You think you’re dreaming us, then?” He crouches in front of her and tilts his head to the side, his eyes raking over her pretty face, down to the ripe tits straining the fabric of her tank top. She smells so good. I don’t know how she isn’t already pinned to the floor with the three of us feasting on her. Her busting us tonight is the best thing that’s happened in weeks, because she is going to taste so much sweeter than the snarky wannabe cheerleader we had lined up earlier. Axl brushes his knuckles over her cheek. She flinches at his touch but doesn’t pull back. So fucking feisty. “Are we what your fantasies are made of?”

“Yeah, I bet you dream about this kind of thing, hey Cupcake? On your knees for three guys.” I grab my dick and squeeze. “Looks to me like you’re thirsty for some cock.”

Her cute little nose scrunches in disgust, and fuck me, it makes her look even cuter. “I do not and I am not!” she insists with a dramatic huff.

Fuck, I’m gonna nut in my pants if I don’t have those juicy lips wrapped around my cock real soon. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

Chapter

Four

OPHELIA

Goosebumps cover every inch of my skin, and I shiver in the dank basement. My knees ache from the cold concrete floor. I want to go back to my dorm. I want these three assholes to stop messing with me. But despite their taunting, I’m not afraid. Not as afraid as I should be, anyway.

I mean, on some level I’m concerned about what they have planned for me, but I seem to lack the natural human instinct to feel true fear. I can sense when I should feel it—like when you’re watching a horror movie and you scream at the TV for the silly virgin not to go look for the source of the sound she just heard—but I don’t experience it the way other people do. Sadness. Loneliness. Despair. Hell yeah, I feel those all too acutely. But I’m rarely, if ever, afraid. And one of these days it’s probably going to get me killed.

Or eaten by three vampires.

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